Words I like

Festooned: Covered in. Dripping in. Shit.

Harbinger: The shit is on it’s way.

Egregious: Potential for making the the thing in question shittier.

Deleterious: It will turn the thing in question to shit.

Quantum: I don’t know shit about this.

Pugilist: Someone who will beat the shit out of you.

Magnanimous: Someone who is probably full of shit.

Vituperative: Someone who talks a lot of shit.

Naive: Someone who doesn’t know shit.

Callow: Friends with the guy who doesn’t know shit.

Ubiquitous: This shit is everywhere.

Unconscionable: The legal equivalent of “This contract is bullshit.” or “Nigga Please”.

Earlier Friday afternoon, she told the editorial board of the Sioux Falls, South Dakota, Argus Leader that “My husband did not wrap up the nomination in 1992 until he won the California primary somewhere in the middle of June, right? We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California. I don’t understand it,” she said. -CNN

Let’s talk a little about the Pantsuit stepping on her dick today. I’m a little conflicted because I don’t really give a shit. Wanna buy a bridge?

Did she literally mean she’s staying in the race because our man Obama might be assassinated? I honestly don’t know. She did say virtually the same thing back in March.

Robert Kennedy Jr. said, “I have heard her make this reference before, also citing her husband’s 1992 race, both of which were hard-fought through June,” he said. “I understand how highly charged the atmosphere is, but I think it is a mistake for people to take offense.” -CNN

I can only say this. Regardless of her intentions. It was an incredibly stupid thing to say. I apoligize for thinking she was smarter.

It reminds me that she’s been bitching about being victimized by sexism in the media.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

At the very least, it belies a breathtaking degree of disconnect. Over and over, her desperation surfaces like a fish unable to right itself. I am weary of the spectacle.

My father is prolifically fond of pointing out the size of the lie she told about drawing sniper fire in Boznia. He’s the best judge of character I know.

Go away Hillary. If it’s in the cards for you to be VP, so be it. Please, for now, hide thyself. The only thing you accomplish now, is the collection of scorn. It will only get worse. America deserves for you to tip the fuck out the door.

Drinks for my friends.

5 Responses to “Words I like”

  • ihaveanicenose:

    Liking Hillary less every day. But liking Hillary less does not make me like Obama more. Poo on both of them!

  • David Lee 3:

    #1 Bravo, you know I’d love this post already.

    #2 for maybe the best explanation of quantum physics by one of my favorite writers… please enjoy


  • admin:

    I simply can’t find text from Bradbury’s Golden Apples of the Sun online.

  • Xcape Art n' da rain:

    “A sound of Thunder”
    by Ray Bradbury Google it, and stop Googling me Michael! It was nice, I think you need to identify each short story by name, then Google.

  • Xcape Art n' da rain:

    Coyotes, Outlaws/ Bachelors, In laws. Would it be safe to say 1,2,3, steps up from Coyote to Bachelor? Delightful but we all know that you will backslide; your addicted to diseases. Unique for sure, normally trainers have you repeat moves 6 times in sets of two. You did 12 straight n’ a row. I’d like to slap a leash on you, take you for a nightly walk and let you really S.H.I.T all over the place!

    It was getting weird, I was practically living with the DeVeckia’s minus the parent whom were never home. The parents were divorcing,so they were trying to outdo one another and always away on sleep overs with perspective replacement partners. The oldest, Lisa was the same age as my younger sister, Tara. But when Tara was extremely delicate, Lisa was thin, but boyish, assertive, aloof, and kind of dyky. Oddly she played Golf like her parents. I did’nt feel she liked me, so much as perhaps coveted the feminine, plus popular nature of the females in my family. I was subtly intimidated by her, though at times appreciated it when she kept the 4 younger siblings in line for me. Then one weekend she was away on a sleep over and I got initiated into the circle of the youngers. As I recall,
    I spy’d nine, and ten year old Dennis and Ricky in the back yard, and Ricky is wearing shock you like a wardrobe…,He was using my new bright blue electric blanket as if it was a cape. And he’s gotten it completely filthy, dirt caked into sprayed on mayonnaise, and mustard. Seriously appalled, I scream what did you do to my blanket? I counted to ten in my head, promising I would never hit a child. I’d seen Ricky beaten, unjustly by the father Ray, over nothing before. I could now see he had’nt beaten the adventure out of him though. Dennis explained we made a picture for you on the blanket, yeah we finger painted like in Art class. I practically barfed, this blanket was my prize, one of the 1st things I’d ever purchased with my own money. I was close to loosing it, basically I refused to use the bedding of others. I did’nt like the smell of people on me while I tried to fall asleep. Clearly my blanket was ruined. Right then, while I was still screaming at the boys, my mother phones. I had never screamed, at kids before, this was so wierd. Since I was like ten, I believed I was superior to most adults, and that I understood children perfectly. All so Wierd, somehow I ended up using one of the kids, blankets, and could’nt smell nothing but us. Goodnight!

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