Friday, October 26, 2007

W Does San Diego

"Welcome to Hell, Mr. and Mrs. Patterson, I've reserved one of my loveliest suites for you right over here."

And then that jack-assed cackling rings in my ears.

Something about seeing W strolling in the charred ruins amongst people who most probably hate him harkens images of Satan. Go figure.

2 pearl(s) of wisdom:

Talmadge G. said...

"Patter-man and Miz Patter-Wife, y'all are in the top tax bracket, isn't you?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. President."

"Don't worry, we'll gitcha took care of. My buddy is the nuculus of a struction compnee. Does a heckuva job."

"Thank you, Mr. President."

"Now what 'bout them poor middle class scum outta their homes? No socialized insurance. Yer on yer own. GOD BLESS UH-MUR-KA."

Bush makes me sick.

nettiemac said...

It's not quite hell ... he didn't give them an accordion.