Dear Democrats

God-damn you for fucking this up.  GodDAMN you.

Because of your spinelessness and inability to act, the same dumbshits, now even worse than the old breed, are going to swoop right back into power.  And it’s your fault.

It’s your fault.

Your fault.

You.

Fucking.

Craven.

Cowardly.

Slinky-spined.

Fucking.

Democrats.

Morning Would?

I wish I could somehow explain to my cock that it’s not worth it to get so excited every damn morning.  Nothing’s going to happen, cock.  I mean, yes, fine, I indulged you the other morning, but 99 times out of a hundred, I’m just going to be too damn tired.  I have plenty to handle first thing in the morning with my dog whining to go out and my stomach whining to eat without you chipping in with your problems.