It's time I came clean, no pun intended.
I think I may have pissed in the face of Christine McDonnell's mother because she asked me too. If that simple act of compassion resulted in the birth of the teabagger movement, I am proud that I refused to masturbate and cum in the reproductive tract of Chrissie's mom, because it would have been wrong, according to some accounts. Urine or you're out, I always say.
I have often pissed off the distaff elements of the nation of miserable fucks (NOMF™) by holding them accountable for the incompetence and violence and stupidity and hideous fashion sense foisted upon slobs like me who do not give a fat rat's booty whether a codpiece is more appropriate than a cucumber bun in a gathering of well-connected idiots when you're trying to sell retards on whether the mission has been accomplished.
Is it my fault that many professional women are unable to keep their legs together when some drunken slobbering nincompoop with big bucks and a nice car is looking to bury his pecker in closest and wettest and hottest and most receptive vagina at Clemson House? When I say professional, I'm not talking whores. I'm talking about those whiny, pushy, clingy, annoying, and horrible-smelling lawyers, guidance counsellors, therapists, bureaucrats, NGO representatives, and other dickless losers who can't tell their hole from an asshat.
Seriously, people, the Democrats have a lock on intelligent women. The teabagger bitches are strictly sorority retards who apparently don't mind a little anal penetration in exchange for campaign contributions and favorable coverage in the liberal media.
There are no intelligent men. Politically speaking. Politics is still poopadoodle.
Show me one teabagging anti-socialist soccer mom whose intelligence really shines once you get her legs in the air, and I'll show you any swinging dick is willing to go down on the bitch for a vote.
After all, that's the American Way!
The founding fathers didn't call them dumb cunts for nothing.