une 16, 2004
George W. Bush should catch Alzheimer's disease
Wednesday already and no political stories on the BC dot C? What's the world coming to? Fitz, BG&E and the rest of you clowns probably thought I was getting soft or some shit. Actually, I've been a) Working nights at The Asshole (tonight will be my 7th in a row) and b) Trying to write more about music. But today I figured I would make like Michael Moore and go after Der Führer himself, just to give you all something to bitch about. Should be good times. Hell, maybe that dumbass Alyn kid (who's probably 60) will even show up again.
One of the big stories this week has been about how President Mengele is against the stem cell research which could eventually lead to a cure for Alzheimer's disease, which has caused some kind of rift between the traditional "We hate the poor" wing of the Republican party and its new fangled "We hate the poor and pretty much anybody who doesn't possess the world's most ridonkulous religious beliefs" wing.
Alzheimer's disease, in case you hadn't heard, is when your brain grows a thin candy shell (not unlike an M&M) and becomes as useless as D-COY's blog. It usually starts out with little shit like forgetting people's names and having to rush home all of a sudden because you can't remember whether or not you locked the door (lest somebody walk right in and rob you of all of your ancient, worthless possessions) and gradually escalates to the point of leaving burning food on the stove and shouting at the Nazis (really Tom Brokaw or somebody) inside the TV. Eventually, your relatives end up having to stick you into some nasty, piss-smelling, bank account-draining old people's home until, if your lucky, maybe some crazed, angry woman nurse comes along and suffocates you in your sleep, or else you just lie there and shit on yourself until your heart won't beat anymore. Suffice it to say, it's some pretty fucked up shit.
If anybody deserves to catch this disease (and lots of people do, actually), it's President George W. Mengele Bush. I'm not sure how functional his brain is in its current state (if I had to guess, I'd say not very), but I hope it rots so fucking bad that he ends up spending the last 20 or so years of his life wallowing in a puddle of his own piss and shit, to be tended to, Nancy Reagan-style by that ridonkulous murderer/librarian wife of his, and completely neglected by those two cokehead daughters of his who will be here in Creve Coeur servicing myself in every way imaginable (and that's using my imagination, not yours) just to spite that evil fuck.
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