The State

“Jesus! Where will it end? How low do you have to stoop in this country to be President?” Hunter S. Thompson from Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72

The American Dream is as flat as the whoopee cushion under the ass cheeks of sumo wrestler. Did anyone believe anything that came out of this life sized Howdy Doody’s mouth in that pitiful State of the Union Speech last night? I swear I saw strings coming off of his hands which were cunningly blended into the background which was some sort of Persian tapestry obviously designed by the CIA that at undetectable intervals spit out subliminal messages like God votes Republican, Terrorists, Fear and Golf. Did you notice every time Bush spoke Dick Cheney seemed to be moving his lips? I’m not saying the man is a ventriloquist but someone has to do the thinking for Bush and why not a man that was breast fed on crude oil through a plastic funnel titty. “No, agenda here,” reads the stitching on his silk wife beater. Really the whole GOP agenda can be broken down into one simplistic element and that element is money. This is why they stick together on every issue like a pack of wolves that fell into a vat of maple syrup. Worshipping money and the greed it brings are at the cost of people’s health and well being is the symptom of a sick society. The USA is on its deathbed and it has bed sores and the prick between its massive legs doesn’t seem to work. Actually I think he’s in Texas on vacation again probably choking on another hard pretzel…