Al-Queda Made Me Write This

That's right. As I type this, an Al-Queda representative (I call him "Moe") is sitting over me, his turban drenched with sweat, an AK-47 aimed at my head. He is forcing me to type liberal heresy into my blog post.

I also would like to point out that he fucking frog-marched me to the polls, followed me in, and with a knife to my throat forced me to vote for Democrats. Straight goddamn ticket.

There. Are you fucking happy, "Stephen Foley?" Does my confession fucking satisfy you? I'm Al-Queda's BITCH.

Apparently our enemies, the people who wish to kill us, got the Congress they wanted!

For those who believe that our enemy doesn’t take any interest in our elections or that they don’t care what the outcome is, should take heed to the statements coming from the mouths of these fanatical murderers and ask yourself. How long do we wait until we start taking these people at their word?

Actually, Foley, you and the rest of your whiny-ass crybaby conservatives can prop your jaw open and swallow my big fat one. Go. To. Fucking. Hell. I voted the candidate who best represented my interests, bitches! Your opinion regarding what's best for me and the over-fucking whelming majority of Americans does not count, for the simple reason that it is the minority opinion. Your corporate looter overlords failed to convince us that we should sell our self-interest out to Republicans for another two years.

Newsflash: Your ideas suck. Your party lied. They lost the public's trust.

GET. THE. HELL. OVER. IT.

If I have to hear one more time how I'm "serving Al-Queda" I'm gonna crack someone across the fucking nose.