Tuesday, May 17, 2011

My Gripe Runneth Over!

I know I've been really slack at posting, it's been a while. I guess I haven't felt that I had anything interesting to say—until now! There's been a lot going on in the news lately that has gotten my goat, so here goes...

Osama Bin Laden is dead! Ain't it finally about time, yippee! The thing that kills me about the whole thing is that the same idiots that believed Obama's birth certificate was a fake, are the same morons that now insist that because we don't have Bin Laden's body, that he's not dead. Seriously, I'm quite satisfied that the man is gone, dead, executed and dumped overboard at sea. I personally would not have wanted to bring him back to the U.S. What the fuck were we gonna do with him, bury him beside your grandmother in the cemetery down the street? I think the president did the right thing, dumped his ass out in the deep sea where none of his followers can go worship or place a shrine or whatever it is they do. He was a monster and deserved what he got—a good shot in the eye!

Because of this asshole we have to go through hoops to protect ourselves from terrorists. We have to be scanned at the airport. Have our suitcases torn open and ransacked. Have our babies patted down to assure there is no dangerous materials or bombs hidden inside the child. (other than the normal bombs you would find in a diaper) Yes, it's hard to deal with, but these measures have to be taken in order to keep us safe! You do want to be safe, right? I watched a youtube video the other day of this stupid model chick— I don't remember her name, all upset and crying because she felt violated because the security woman had to pat her down and OMG "she touched my vagina" Gimme a break, what do you think that security officer was doing? I'm sure she was just waiting for you to show up so she could get a little touch of your vajayjay. Get over yourself! If they need to check my lady parts for hidden devices, then more power to them. I'd actually be very interested in seeing what they find up there myself. it's been a while since I've gotten any attention in my nether regions—maybe I can find that same woman security officer to get me some of that action! The xray machine—I love it, I get to raise my arms up in the air and honestly, that's when my boobs are at their perkiest!

I could go on and on with all the political bullshit, but I'd only get sucked into a full out trantrum about the Trump tramp, not to mention the halfwit from Alaska!

Til Next time, Much Love,