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I don't think KateTex is too much into tangy, a delightful bitter after taste, is more of her kind of thangy.
Too bad about Hillary, but you've all the time in the world to hate.
Kate has only one central care, her obsessive drive to push any bright spot of reason, into the darkest pits of despair.
Everybody's fear and loathing spreadin' it around clown!
Why don't you take yourself, and your friend Miss. Texas Toast, and hit the fuckin' road, and head straight for the gulf coast?
You'd make Charles Manson proud
Keep on bein' crazy
And keep on bein' proud
Wants a front row seat to a full out race riot, if they were really selling front row tickets, then I know she'd be the first one in line to buy it.
Man, thse Clinton people defy belief, there's no place to turn for some rational relief.
I think you maybe ought to think again.
What makes you think that I think Obama is totally blemishless and pristinely untainted, do you think I'm some kind of breathless little school girl, who has almost fainted?
walter map
Don't throw a shit fit, we just figured you guys were all a part of the same little spamming outfit.
Girl of my dreams, don't you eat too many of those crispy cremes.
You don't like those young Turks, cos their new hold on reality, hits your old ways where it hurts.
Be cool. It's gonna be alright. We have barely even begun to fight.
We wouldn't insult Hillary anyway, she's beyond point of completely passe.
Manos is one and unrepeatable, just as Hillary is done, and eminently defeatable.
On the day of your leaving you won't find me grieving.
I feel ya bro...give a word up to those that oughta know.
I wish you could be Scalia's supreme court successor. I totally hear what it is you're sayin', this shit's for real, ain't no more playin'.
I've been reading your stuff for many a moon, and it fits in the benighted ranks of Shawn and Texas girl's, looney tune platoon.
You sniveling geek, Obama's last name isn't Greek!
Just make it short and sweet and direct and plain, you're in the tank for John McCain.
Is that so hard?
Thanks a lot guys, you're tops in my book, now let's make the white house, Obama's final crowning prize.
That's right. This dawg won't fall for that trick, don't need any fleas, and don't need any ticks.
I don't know who Obama's gonna choose, but I really think that Hillary'd give him a real case of the blues.
Who did that song? It was on the "Pulp Fiction" soundtrack if my memory ain't wrong.
I retract what I said, sometimes this shit, just fucks with your head.
Can't get this shit staight
Which way is up
And which up is hate?
Do you think it'd distress her
Mister ethics professor?
Maybe they're paid posters on the Clinton pay roll.
With regard to Shawn and the hateful Texas Girl, they always like to give it their best, stir up the pot whirl. Their racial rants aren't always expressed in muted undertones, sometimes they're as tangible and overt as sticks and stones.
I think your observation about change is wise, informed, and good, it's just a frustrating pity, that it is so seldom taken to heart or understood.
indigo is a troll, snipin' and gripin' from a tiny fox hole.
The only enabing has been by Clinton herself
As she relegates her sideshow to the bottom shelf
It's time to invest in a brand new unity plan
It's so golden to have you back
I love me some sharp satire
That some 'o the blunt tools seem to lack
The crystal ball fortune teller of the American scene.
She wants Obama to pay?
The hell she say!
I don't know where you have your eyes set
But your other bold alternative
Is the 100 years in Iraq, Viet Nam vet.
If Hillary wants to ring up a 25 million dollar debt, I say fine, cos Bill and Hill's million dollar assets, are to the tune of one hundred and nine times.
"There are millions like me"
If that be the case
There are millions in misery.
Can't you hear that impending airbourne sound?
That's the flutter of the buzzards circling round!
"Sally can't dance no more, she can't pick herself up off of the floor."
It's sally the angry wally
You say we're all privleged whites
With a women hating message to sell
Sounds like you think we're all a product
From the bowels of hell
Cos everybody knows that we're the devil's progeny
And we're the origin of all of all misogny
Had me sayin'
"Beam me up Scotty."
It doesn't make her or him a woman hater
It just proves that some had second thoughts
About electing in an aligator
What a travesty
You clearly suffer an accute case
Of vicious jealosy
You looked at the sky and you started to cuss
Cos you wished like hell that you could be like us
Now you rage and moan that it's all unjust
That Hillary's left behind in a trail of our dust
Bro! You sound like you've been channeling Alan Ginsberg, I like your prose with its cascading verve...
Don't forget the Champipple.
You're just a demagogue
That has always exploited fear
Don't think that now you impress us
As you shed another little crocodile tear.
Did SNL give some of its old writers their paycheck and then the sack?
Once again thanks
I see you still have your little 'ol Willie
All loaded up with blanks.
Do you sell Clinton cock rings? Word is around, Shawn wants one 'o those things.
Sittin' in a tree
Pining for the lost presidency
Of Hillary.
which is the last time I'll warrant she ever got laid.
I hope your volunteerism
Brings you fulfillment and joy.