Thursday, September 21, 2006
La Historia De Hugo, El Pequeño Burro
Although I am highly suspicious anytime Nancy Pelosi, Rangel, or any other Democrat has something nice to say about W, kudos to them for telling Hugo Chavez to shove it. This is one of those coinky dinkys (that’s a new phrase I just learned) about our democratic way of life. Our politicians, you’ll notice I didn’t say leaders, fight like cats and dogs, call each other every name in the book, and even stoop to sifting through their opponent’s garbage looking for dirt. But let someone from another country make inane comments about our President, and Katie, bar the door. It’s like the time I was in a bar in Houston one afternoon and there were several patrons who had clearly been over served. One guy was blabbing about something and someone at the other end of the bar (in an effort to shut him up) said something about his mother. The first guy went ballistic. “You don’t talk ‘bout my maaaama…I’ll (insert physical action) your (head, butt, or other anatomical feature) off and schtick it upyer (pick an orifice, any orifice) you son of a (choose any living creature). I oughta come down there and (pick any violent action) your (expletive of your choice) …well, you get the picture. In America, if you’re a citizen of another country there are two things you don’t do: disrespect our president or our mamas. I have something to say to Hugo (what a pansy name): Your mother probably taught you better…that is, if donkeys could talk.
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