Monday, March 31, 2008

Hey, Babay Basking. Little Bitch Wanna Play? *UPDATED*

My guess is not. Little "Baybay" wanna-be bitches never do. But I could be wrong this time. I mean, Uncle Bimbo, you are SF...right? Why wouldn't you come after a three foot puppet who is your favorite color? Are you scared? Pussy boy. I bet you are. I fucked with you years ago, but you backed off then. Back off now, motherfucker...

Update: Just sent the bitch a "Coin Check" email. Will he respond? Place your bets...

*UPDATE* The bitch licked me. Hi y'all! waves to the wingnuts

Don't be shy, Uncle Knuckle Dragger, I should be easy to take down for a strong, brave, bad ass American such as yourself?

Let me guess, you have a profile excluding you from fighting? What, are your balls too small? Well, where are your cronies? I'll tell you where they are, they are shaking like lily livered cowards in a corner with you.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Today is my 2nd Son's 8th Birthday

He wants to work at NASA one day. Happy birthday son.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008


But guess who has the biggest burden...

Monday, March 24, 2008

Old School...

Kenny Rogers and the First Edition 1969

Ruben James, in my song you live again
And the phrases that I rhyme
Are just the footsteps out of time
From the time when I knew you Ruben James

Ruben James all the folks around Madison County
Cussed your name just a no
Count share croppin colored man
Who would steal anything he can
And they always laid the blame on Ruben James

Ruben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind
The faded skirt the weathered brow
The calloused hand up on the plow
I loved you then and I love you now Ruben James
Flora James, Ruben James

Gray, a gossip of Madison County died with child
And although your skin was black
It was you that would not turn your back
On a hungry white child with no name, Ruben James

Ruben James, with your mind on my soul
And the bible in your right hand
You said turn the other cheek
A better world is a waiting for the meek
In my head those words remain from Ruben James

Ruben James one dark cloudy day
That brought you from the fields
And to your lonely pine box came
Just a preacher, me and the rain
To sing one last refrain for Ruben James

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Today is My Oldest Son's Birthday

Happy lucky 13th, son.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Bush's War: 5yrs and Counting

I guess that's a good thing for you hopeless romantics...

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Tonight Keith Plans a Special Comment to Decapitate Hillary

Let me guess, Keith O, you are going to push the Hillary is a racists garbage? How fucking tripe. First you join the Obamazooid fray in saying Hillary will tear the Democratic party apart if she doesn't quit, now you are proactively slinging racist charges at her. Self fulfilling prophecy there, Keith?

But go ahead, do what you have to do. However, could you please show me where these racist Democrats are that you will say she is pandering to? Didn't we kicked them all out long ago? I mean really, this is all rubbish and you know it.

And as far as her quitting? Fuck you. Your boy can't get 2025 delegates, neither can she, so we do not have a winner. You can take your red state victories and shove 'em up your ass. We need Florida, Michigan, Ohio and Pennsylvania to win the presidency, and you know it. You can take the caucus victories and shove them up your ass too. Why don't you apologies to all the elderly, single mothers, deployed soldiers, shift workers et al, for them being unfairly keep out of the voting process in these caucus states?

See you at the convention, dickwad.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Tonight I'm gonna Caucus like it's 1999

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