What would RTH do?

That is the question.

If I were in a highschool yearbook, they would vote me most likely to die of a lynch mob. That does not prevent me from opening my mouth and serving a warm hearty cup of STFU to people who deserve it. My dark scathing humor will leave no matter of existence untouched. My innocence will touch your soul.

Welcome to a warped world turned inside out and upside down. All sorts of discretion advised.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Scott Walker makes me sick!

I have something to get off my chest immediately. Scott Walker (R-WI), our governor (dope dude above) makes me sick, Literally sick! Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick! My head is about to explode, my ears are ringing, and I am literally gagging and choking with cough. I'm even running a mild fever, and my chest burns. A few days ago I lost my voice, and almost lost some digits on my hand. Thankfully, no digits were harmed and my voice came back quickly. The thing is despite being under the weather, I decided to go to Saturday's rally at the capitol. Matters were made worse by the fact that I forgot my gloves on that blistery cold day. My frozen fingers desperately clung to my signs, while the hoarse voice chanted vociferously with the crowds. I understand that my own scatter brain, willful exposure to the cold and the combination of 100,000 people's cooties is the reason for me being sick. But I would not be sick if Scott Walker were not a douche.

In vengeance I'm praying for Scott Walker to get a head cold, sinus and sore throat until he is recalled. In fact I am so deranged and drugged up at the moment, that I want to make out with Scott Walker and give him all my cooties. Scott Walker deserves a severe head cold that lasts a year, that the next time he thinks of running for office - his red rubbed run nose will give him pause for thought.

If you have seasonal flu or other non lethal but brutal cooties - please make out with someone evil like Scott Walker. Pass the love.

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