Hate is a strong word. When I was in middle school I learned that. When I thought I hated homework, Mrs. Esling informed me that hate was too strong a word. Hate is what the Nazis had for the Jews. Hate is the urge to destroy, to annihilate, to feel it in your bones and to seriously wish that whatever you hated did not now, nor ever before or after, exist.
I hate George W. Bush. I hate his lies. I hate his fall-guy bullshit panels that blame everyone else. I hate that he forced America and the world into a war and is now pointing the finger at the CIA. Again. I hate how he spits on Vietnam veterans for his political ambitions. John McCain, Bob Kerrey, John Kerry. I hate how he keeps the price of oil as high as possible by verbally attacking Venezuela. I hate how he ignores the problem of rising gas prices while he spends our money on bloggers and "independent" pundits. I hate how it's all ignored so Americans will get fed up enough that we'll all agree to let that fuck drill in Alaska just to drop the prices, which won't drop, of course.
I hate his hipocrisy. I hate how he pretended to care about Terri Shiavo. A man who strongly supported the death penalty, who started a war that has killed or maimed over ten thousand Americans and several times more Iraqis, pretends to be pro-life. I hate how he lied to the Christian right and how they bought it hook, line, and sinker.
I hate him for his lackeys. I hate him for his advisors. I hate him for his fall-guys. I hate him for having a wife who stands by and smiles and waves even when the pain of the lies is WRITTEN on her face. I hate him for his daughters because they're both kinda hot and neither one would EVER suck my dick just because they think they're better than me. I hate the falsehoods, the half-truths, the broken laws, the raping of the Constitution, the ignoring of international law, the backlashes that Guantanamo will bring in future wars, the high price of oil, the lies about job growth, the shattered economy, the weakened military, the lies on the march to war, the ignored genocides, the bullshit "allies," the special interests. I hate everything about him. No, I don't wish to see him dead. I don't want anyone to be dead. But I do hate him, Mrs. Esling. I hate your President. I hate what he has done to my country. I always will.
I hate George W. Bush. I hate his lies. I hate his fall-guy bullshit panels that blame everyone else. I hate that he forced America and the world into a war and is now pointing the finger at the CIA. Again. I hate how he spits on Vietnam veterans for his political ambitions. John McCain, Bob Kerrey, John Kerry. I hate how he keeps the price of oil as high as possible by verbally attacking Venezuela. I hate how he ignores the problem of rising gas prices while he spends our money on bloggers and "independent" pundits. I hate how it's all ignored so Americans will get fed up enough that we'll all agree to let that fuck drill in Alaska just to drop the prices, which won't drop, of course.
I hate his hipocrisy. I hate how he pretended to care about Terri Shiavo. A man who strongly supported the death penalty, who started a war that has killed or maimed over ten thousand Americans and several times more Iraqis, pretends to be pro-life. I hate how he lied to the Christian right and how they bought it hook, line, and sinker.
I hate him for his lackeys. I hate him for his advisors. I hate him for his fall-guys. I hate him for having a wife who stands by and smiles and waves even when the pain of the lies is WRITTEN on her face. I hate him for his daughters because they're both kinda hot and neither one would EVER suck my dick just because they think they're better than me. I hate the falsehoods, the half-truths, the broken laws, the raping of the Constitution, the ignoring of international law, the backlashes that Guantanamo will bring in future wars, the high price of oil, the lies about job growth, the shattered economy, the weakened military, the lies on the march to war, the ignored genocides, the bullshit "allies," the special interests. I hate everything about him. No, I don't wish to see him dead. I don't want anyone to be dead. But I do hate him, Mrs. Esling. I hate your President. I hate what he has done to my country. I always will.
juno106:
I'm always down with pope jokes.