With so many unemployed and with so many politicians misspeaking these days, it's time that we considered the creation of a new national career-path: Misspeak Translators.
"What the slobbering, orally defecating ostensible senator from Mississippi meant to say was that he loves chiaroscuro, but won't be voting to save the marshlands or helping the homeless, so go die suckers," would perhaps be some of the words emanating under law from the lips of these "truth-employees" who could steer our very weak officeholders towards--well, the truth--and to serve this great nation's interests in a way that's traditionally been reserved for ten-year-olds and wise asses like me.
Finally, a paycheck! What a country (don't start)!
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.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Misspake
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