Lizzie the Lessie dropped by a couple of hours ago with a pound cake and her usual useless advice about using honey to draw flies, particularly when shit is so much more available and less expensive. Lizzie thinks that if I just sugar-coat the message in my work I would have millions of readers stuck to my cock like hummingbirds trapped in red syrup. Perhaps she'd enjoy all the buzz around her conservative clit, but my tumescent meat puppet shines in the darkness.
Maybe that's not exactly what she said, but it does capture the spirit of her words and how much I appreciate them. Lizzie, don't worry, I'm not planning to rape and kill your favorite carpet munching liberal sack of shit. Hell, I won't even waste time or energy killing you.
My problem is I have no problems. I know where I am and where I'm headed. As I've mentioned to foe and enemy alike over the years, I don't believe in anything. I find most people annoying twits without the good sense God gave grits, particularly people who site idiots even stupider than they are to back up they pathetic beliefs.
Belief is nonsense. Sense is not nonsense.
Remember that when a zombie reaches out to gnaw on your skull.
Don't expect any help from me beyond ending your hunger.
Oh, yeah, by the way, the inspiration for this post is Toney Tony's presentation of the facts leading up to Bush's reelection campaign war of convenience asinine cocksucking worthless and criminal offering that he believed the shit he believed. Imagine that.
Eichmann got hanged for following orders and these scumbuckets sail into the history books with fat retirements by giving the kinds of orders that the little Eichmann's follow day in and day out, because they are all true believers.
If there really is a God, one of these days He is going to royally kick ass on all these believers. Assuming I don't get to bring on one of the thousands of bombs I've helped pay for first.