John McCain complains it was a “fools errand,” bringing the country to the brink of default, even though he surrounds himself with fools. John McCain hates the job. But he loves the way he sounds on-camera.
President Obama complains “there are no winners.” Even though he got everything he wanted and finally negotiated with chutzpah. President Obama hates the job. But he loves the way he sounds on-camera.
These men are on the wrong coast. They’re east coast when they should be west coast. They’re peddling legislation when they should be peddling smut. They’re A-List Porn Stars when the should be Fluffers.
I’ve never heard so much whining. Unless I’m in a car with my family on the road just outside of Mesagne and The GPS says, “Re-Calculating.”
It’s worse than Hell. The whining is worse than Hell.
I hate Washington. I hate everyone in Washington. I hate the media. I hate the lack of insight behind every question asked by the media.
It’s not even good smut. It’s pity porn. It’s unjerkable, a boner buster.
Ted Cruz has already begun his campaign for the presidency. He’s taking his cue from Barack Obama, a junior senator Hell-Bent on catapulting himself to the top without taking the time to develop. It begs the question: do we really need another Harvard Narcissist?
President Obama has just begun his 2nd term. He’s taking his cue from Eor, a sad sack who doesn’t realize he’s blessed with a donkey dick. It begs the question: sup?
Whatever has been going on before the government shutdown and default brinksmanship was little more than soft wood working its way up to the money shot. In case Barack Obama forgot, someone needs to remind him that he auditioned for this role, and it’s the role of a lifetime, so enjoy it, get-off on it.
But please, for the love of God, for the love of the game, for fuck sake…
No more pity parties from the podium. They’re a turn-off, the antidote to Viagra, slut-shaming when we should be slut-celebrating.