ADVENTURES IN WRITING! Operating from Northern Indiana, this blog will cover aspects of culture with a bent on humor and the relentless belittling of the mainstream media, politics, and the syphilitic GOP (both major parties). News analysis happens. Put on your adult diapers, this gwine'-a'-be a bourgeois hoot. Some much needed hilarity for working class North Americans and international readers. I'm the part of this human world that bites back. Let's roll.
Monday, January 15, 2007
DAY 12 IN THE STANDOFF AT JERRY FORD'S GRAVE: NO SIGNS OF MOVEMENT
GRAND RAPIDS, MICHIGAN--A white dove flew onto the vault...and crapped. Did we mention he played a great-game of golf? He didn't pick-his-teeth at gatherings either--ugh, let's not talk about him pardoning Nixon, it was to "heal" the nation anyway. Yes, it's great he did this, it avoided us ever having another constitutional crisis in-our-lifetimes. Boy, what a relief, like a good shit in the morning. Feel healed?
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