9/12/2005

Yes, Actually- it IS His Fucking Fault.


Oh, the ground was shakin' and quakin' yesterday. Rumbling and cracking in parts. It always does that on September th' 11.

It's the sound of 3000 people twirling in their fucking graves.

Oh, that fucking Ben Leighton. Quitting Haliburton like that. Changing his name to Bin Laden. That cock. Fuckin' Ben. Guy used to have the water cooler crowd in stitches with his impressions and his Michael Jackson jokes. Drove a god damn Ford CV. With a combo lock on the driver's door. Had the god damn corner office.

Oh, the victory we handed that prick on 9.11. I couldn't even confront it yesterday. Man, we really handed that shit right over. Changed our entire society. Ramped everything right the fuck up so that we'd be safe if we were hit with another disaster.

Another disaster.

Yeah, thank god for that. This time we were locked and loaded.

yeah, actually. Katrina was Bush's fault. You fuckers continue to defend him. Guy woke up that morning and blew a monster pretzel 'n' beer fart in the general direction of his hated underclass and next thing you know it's all this.

It was his motherfucking fault. Shit, Northridge was his fucking fault. The Black fucking Plague was his fault. The Holocaust, the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs.

The Beatles breaking up was Bush's fucking fault. He's the reason Andy won't tour. He's the reason Lennon died. I hold this guy personally responsible for the 3 degree bend in my god damn wang. He's the one strung Michael Hutchence up in that hotel room in Australia. He's the one told Jimi maybe one more pill would settle his stomach.

It's all him. Him and that fucking Ben. Ben fucking Leighton. From Haliburton.

2 Comments:

Blogger The Viscount LaCarte said...

Man, I was going through withdrawl! Nice to have you back.

7:15 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I have you on my rss feed now! Thanks for your comment on my blog!

Oh, and what's up with that exotic yoghurt collection!?

8:17 AM  

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