i'm in love with that song
POTUS:
And have you seen a picture of Felt? Fucking Grandpa thinks the flashbulbs at his doorstep are on account of his birthday. That coot can't change his own Ensure-soaked Depends, and it's appropriate that the backstabbing cunt's skull is basically tapioca...to the point he doesn't even know his kin is selling him out to the queer bible Vanity Fair. Part of me would give my blessing to G. Gordon to get all ninja, sneak into Felt's condo, and beat the guy to death with his walker cane for the crime of not telling the FBI what he knew, so that corrupt Bureau beancounters could bury the truth behind the crimes that got G. Gordon sent to prison in the first place.
Now I know that for some of you think Deep Throat is some kind of fucked-up hero who stopped the most obscene abuse of executive powers since...well, I don't know, Monday? But he's no hero. You know who's a hero? Bob Novak. There's a guy who'll out a covert operative just because Turd Blossom told him to, and if there's anything I love more than an American Patriot, it's Republican Patriot. God bless that white haired fox Novak. He's a guy who knows what side his bread is buttered... and between you and me, it's not like Ben Franklin, James Madison or Thomas Jefferson sign his checks.
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