It Woz Me Wot Won It!
Genuinely. Karl Rove is a political virtuoso.
His Plan A was to fortify the Evangelical Christians by offering to synthetically maim all gay people in the wake of getting them to impregnate all lesbians and utilize their prematurely ended fetal matter for undeveloped cell research. He was then going recruit the part of them and send them over to Fallujah to use as suicide bomb grub. It ran down a treat with Jerry Falwell and the Christian Coalition when all is said in done, yet he understood that persuading Utah was one thing, Ohio and Florida an alternate.
Plan B was straightforward - vote extortion. It was simple. The greater part of the e-voting machines from Diebold had no method for a paper follow and just required a basic machine association with capture them. We should be reasonable, everyone knew passageway survey information was about as dependable as modest lowland roll and that Christian Fundies were as tricky as a wet butt nugget on a window sheet in a rainstorm.
At last it was chosen that Plan B would work simply peachy. Karl bolted me into the White House Shite House with just fundamental procurements and my smart phone.
The main issue was that the swamp lock snapped and I've been stuck in there for a week. Karl's a bit pissed at me however for overcompensating the apparatus a touch. Clearly he just needed a 1-2% swing. I conveyed him 10%. I'm likewise a bit stressed reason one or two society appear to have cottoned on.
Erm.....and a couple of more e-voting outrages.
Dubya needed to pop over to the White House for a spot of Satanic hocus pocus including giving up goats and back-leaving virgins. It's a Skull and Bones/Freemasons thing evidently to guarantee decision achievement. David Icke never quieted down about it. I think he desirous in light of the fact that he has hands like bovine's tits after they went all joint and poo when he played in objective for Coventry, in this way cutting his footballing vocation sadly short. Consequently, he truly can't hold a pen. He likewise can't wrench himself off.
Lamentably, with George being a bit of a handle (and still horny), he got a bit stirred up amid said custom. As opposed to relinquishing the goat and ravishing a virgin, he fucked the goat utilizing virgin olive oil as lube.
Everyone adores a man in uniform and none more so than George W. Shrubbery himself. Dubya has dependably felt that its preferable to offer over to get. We halted off at Pascagoula Naval College and he just couldn't avoid a spot of fruity playing with this hunk before he got sped off to join his mainbrace through the lower stern.
There were bits of gossip that Karl Rove needed to get David Frum back into do Dubya's acknowledgement discourse. I said he'd presumably have three months to adjust it, however they chose they needed one for Tuesday to be safe.
Frummie was clearly excessively occupied with doing bits and weaves for the BBC. Anyone would've thought the UK was the key swing state in this entire shaboodle. So me and George invested a bit of time tweaking and fettling a couple of old discourses to discover the best bits.
I've simply had an email off Amanda Somebody-or-other:
Howdy, my name is Amanda. We have talked in the past with respect to A
Impeccable Circle's feature, "Checking Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm
of the War Drum." We have recently gotten their fresh out of the plastic new feature
for "Envision," initially composed by John Lennon. The feature is yet
an alternate burning bit of political critique highlighting the
shameful acts and monstrosities that right now torment the more noteworthy regular
crowded.
