No More Blogging Tonight

I had an eye exam and it is really hard for me to use the computer now, so it is going off in a few minutes.

I'm not going to watch the news, for I just know the first five minutes will be a rehash of the press conference held by Stupidicus Fuckupitus Maximus this morning. I'd rather gargle with Drano than listen to anything that he has to say at this juncture. I'll only be interested what he has to say if he testifies in his war crimes trial, but only so I can laugh at him.

Two more things I am not blogging about for the foreseeable future: Sammy "Joe the Not-A-Real-Plumber" Wurzelbacker and Sarah Palin.

First off, sending that asswipe off as a "war correspondent" just shows that the Right-wing media has zero intelligence. He is about as smart as the love child of George Bush and Forrest Gump (just go with it, OK?), with less likability than Dubya and twice the stupidity of Gump. They could have picked someone with a bit more credibility, such as Paris Hilton. Wulitzerburger will manage to show the parties to the conflict that yes, there are Americans whom are even less clueless than Chimpy.

Second, as for Caribou Barbie, her fine whine about how the press was just so mean to her is thoroughly laughable. It was quite the opposite; any male politician of her ineptitude would not have been heard of ever again. If a male politician, in response to the small-talk question: "What newspapers do you read," took two fucking days to come back with an answer, it would have been Good Night, Gracie for him, immediately and forever.

You want proof? Ask yourself if you have heard anything from Dan Quayle in the last sixteen years.