Gouty Old Prick
That's Dick Cheney to you. As I contemplated the consonance of those syllables, it occurred to me to wonder what a physical wreck was doing one heartbeat away from the helm of Our Great Country. And after I thought about that, I wondered: what about both of them? What about the untreated alcoholic wit that is the heartbeat at the helm? What is going on here?
I'm not making myself clear: I have this image in my mind of Gouty, Heart-Diseased Cheney who has apparently spent his life in the pursuit of physical self-indulgence. Gout and Heart Disease go together with wealth and indulgence. You hear about them with plump, overfed wastrels who have pissed away their youth indulging in wine and good food, and sampling the physical pleasures that life has to offer. Then there's Bush, who arguably has done less with his life than most people get around to. Handed a company on a silver platter; wrecked same company. Handed a baseball team; wrecked. Handed a governorship; wrecked. Handed a Presidency; wrecked.
I have such a dim view of the doings of the useless. Inherited wealth and the baby-fat sourpusses who have inherited it with zero expectation from their fuckoff parents does not impress me. So it's no surprise that the most useless fuckoff to be President since I don't know when is a 3rd or 4th generation inheritor of unearned wealth. It's also no surprise that his puppeteer is clearly the product of a lazy and self-indulgent life of privledge. What's a surprise is that the American people can't spot this.
Imagine if you will looking up to the head of your exercise class, for example, and seeing a 300-pound tub of lard up there trying to tell you how to get in shape. Do you think you'd take him seriously? I'm not a fat-hater, but I do think if you're going to lead you have to know what you're doing.
Life in America is work. We all know that. We work to make a better life because we have that frontier pioneer spirit. We are meritorious. Meritocrats. So when I look up to the Presidential Podium and I see two soft, pink, flabby fuckwads flanking a stuttering imbecile who never had to actually struggle to achieve anything in his life, I wonder how these people can possibly lead us if they've no idea what things like work and sacrifice are. And when it's clear that the Gouty Old Prick is in this business largely to make himself comfortable and indulged, what are we to make of it when we as Americans are asked to give up more, have less for ourselves, and give up what we've struggled for. Just so these fat fucks can have someone stoop and bow and scrape at the imperious snap of their flabby fingers?
This nation was built on the vehement rejection of the whole idea of royalty. So what are these royal nutsacks doing running the show? I don't understand.
I'm not making myself clear: I have this image in my mind of Gouty, Heart-Diseased Cheney who has apparently spent his life in the pursuit of physical self-indulgence. Gout and Heart Disease go together with wealth and indulgence. You hear about them with plump, overfed wastrels who have pissed away their youth indulging in wine and good food, and sampling the physical pleasures that life has to offer. Then there's Bush, who arguably has done less with his life than most people get around to. Handed a company on a silver platter; wrecked same company. Handed a baseball team; wrecked. Handed a governorship; wrecked. Handed a Presidency; wrecked.
I have such a dim view of the doings of the useless. Inherited wealth and the baby-fat sourpusses who have inherited it with zero expectation from their fuckoff parents does not impress me. So it's no surprise that the most useless fuckoff to be President since I don't know when is a 3rd or 4th generation inheritor of unearned wealth. It's also no surprise that his puppeteer is clearly the product of a lazy and self-indulgent life of privledge. What's a surprise is that the American people can't spot this.
Imagine if you will looking up to the head of your exercise class, for example, and seeing a 300-pound tub of lard up there trying to tell you how to get in shape. Do you think you'd take him seriously? I'm not a fat-hater, but I do think if you're going to lead you have to know what you're doing.
Life in America is work. We all know that. We work to make a better life because we have that frontier pioneer spirit. We are meritorious. Meritocrats. So when I look up to the Presidential Podium and I see two soft, pink, flabby fuckwads flanking a stuttering imbecile who never had to actually struggle to achieve anything in his life, I wonder how these people can possibly lead us if they've no idea what things like work and sacrifice are. And when it's clear that the Gouty Old Prick is in this business largely to make himself comfortable and indulged, what are we to make of it when we as Americans are asked to give up more, have less for ourselves, and give up what we've struggled for. Just so these fat fucks can have someone stoop and bow and scrape at the imperious snap of their flabby fingers?
This nation was built on the vehement rejection of the whole idea of royalty. So what are these royal nutsacks doing running the show? I don't understand.
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