A few thoughts that occurred to me as I was throwing up this evening regarding former President Bill Clinton: If Bill Clinton had only somehow been able to keep his backwater hand’s off every piece of desperate ass that crossed his path while he was in Washington, he could have been stumping for Al Gore eight years ago like he’s stumping for his wife now. Back then, he was damaged goods. Poor Al couldn’t stand to share the stage with ‘em. Might be photographed together. Or worse – give the appearance that Bill what actually endorsing Al Gore. And as such, he helped George Bush into the Presidency, the man who promised to restore honor and dignity to the White House (read: I won’t fuck any fat interns). I believe he is as responsible for the current abomination which is BushCo every bit as much as that ticket splitting retard Ralph Nader is.
And both the son’s a bitches are incapable of admitting the truth. Even to themselves. I hope it keeps them up at night when they think of all the damage Bush / Cheney / Rumsfeld / Roberts / et al have borne unto us. They fucked us. And hard too. Thanks for that, appreciate it, really.
So now, instead of sitting in his Harlem office trolling for college coeds like the spooky aging hill billy Lothario he is at heart, he’s knocking the likes of Barrack Obama around and talking about how he’ll help his wife out when she’s President.
Bill, baby, you get two shots at the Presidency in this country. You had your two. Move to France. Get fat. Grow a beard. Win the Nobel Peace Prize. Get over your fucking self. Seriously. I want you back at the helm as much as I want full blown AIDS.
Or, coincidentally, as much as I want to throw up again. Man, this alternating between sitting and standing, giving the porcelain both ends of my own personal Chuck Norris is really something. You should try it sometime. I think I just found God…by