I just got word that Donald Rumsfeld is resigning.
How does one express glee while still tingling with the "I can't believe I ate that much I can't Believe it's not Butter" heebyjeebies that my skin is crawling with right now? (It was a lot of I can't believe it's not butter... I smell like I just got rushed by Fabio.)
First Democrats insisted he resign, but no. Then, even Republicans said, "come on, dude". Still no. Is it really because the American public seemed to overwhelmingly agree that there are some serious problems with the current administration, or did he just look in the mirror this morning and say, "I think I can sell Avon"?
I mean, twice during the whole Abu Ghraib ordeal he offered to resign, but our boy George (Boy George, did I just say that?) said, "no, you're doing a fine job". Now, after what the prez refers to as a "thumping" they mutually agree that a fresh perspective is needed.
Yeah, like one that acts on accurate intelligence.
So now, I reflect upon the Big Lebowski, and would like to paraphrase the American public's sentiment towards Mr. Rumsfeld: "Shut the fuck up Donny!"
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
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oh, oh, can it be true?!? i haven't heard that, i want to believe, i want to believe...
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