Smell My Righteous Socks!

September 11, 2006.

I am disgusted. My ovaries feel like leaping out and strangling the first politico I see then dumping my eggs all over a frying pan and forcing my unholy raging offspring down his flopping dead throat once they're well cooked in the greasy fires of my indignation. I want to jam a gigantic steaming hot dick into the reeking heart of the American oligarchy today, on it's happy birthday while it spews wads of monstrous sickening propoganda messages hocking the politics of fear to the terror stricken masses that constitute the population of my country.

It's not the liberals, it's not the conservatives but the American people as a whole who have turned the tragedy and this infectious poisonous ideology called patriotism into a faction swelling voting stick with which to beat the population of this country. Nobody is listening to the voices of those who died. They will only go to see the graves, to dig up the bodies and rape their rattling bones on national television for this once a year special occaision, the day The American Empire was born.