I couldn't bear the thought of sitting through another Charles Gibson interview with a Republican shit for brains sitting with his deer in the headlights wife nodding her head in agreement like a couple of old farmer folk chewin' on a piece of straw and staring out at the ranch from their front porch, so I missed the very exciting Bush "I didn't do it - it was like that when I got here" interview.
I did however catch Keith Olbermann and the lowlights.
"The Wall Street decision making was done before I got there. Blame Daddy and Bubba."
"The intelligence was bad on WMD, not my fault. So what if we chose to cherrypick only what fit into our agenda."
I can't wait until I never have to listen to this nimrod again. Just hearing his voice makes me dumber. I start running into walls and tripping over the dog. Suddenly, I become entranced with shiny things and tend to play Ball in a Cup for hours. Please President Bush, stop hurting my brain.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
During I Arrived As President
Posted by Broadway Carl at 12:34 AM
Labels: Blame Game, Charles Gibson, Chris Hayes, Economy, George W. Bush, Keith Olbmermann, Wall Street, WMD
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Okay, Carlos, that shit was even funnier than the cocksucker letter above.
Stop. Just stop.
Purvint.
Oh, I see, I'm supposed to type that down there in the word verification box. (Teh Bush made me do it. Plus I liked the word 'purvint.')
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