Georgie, Are You Yellow?

Dear George:

I have long considered you a worthless waste of body tissue. Every week you simply confirm my assessment. You hide behind your frat boy buddies because you are a coward. You date rape the country and giggle about it. You seem to think the United States constitution is one big vagina for you to poke with your tiny appendage. You have killed innocent people with the disregard of a poorly played chess match. You piss on the poor and tell them you have their best interests at heart. Your cronies are walking around with gold-lined pockets while you glad hand them. You have stolen, lied, cheated and murdered. We are not better off today than we were 6 years ago and I hold you personally responsible. There is not a single redeeming bone in your pathetic carcass.

Bin Laden, Al Qaeda and the rest of the extremists . . . they are part and parcel of your brand of fundamentalism, take a look in the mirror. Sadaam Hussein is an insane tyrant . . . you are too. No wonder you wanted him out so badly, he was in direct competition with you. Freedom? Democracy? Screw you and your empty words. At best you are a bully, the truth is that you are a dictator of the worst sort; disguising your actions behind "the best interests of the country."

So, I want to extend an invitation to a good old fashion ass whuppin'; Mano a mano. Bring that Dick you call a VP as well. The two of you might get a few cheap shots in, that is what you two are best at, but I have the motivation to break every one of the bones in your bodies. I am not going to kill you. What I will promise you is a maiming beyond the pale. We can have a cage match, an open ring, hell we can do this in the parking lot behind my apartment. The point is that you are way overdue for a beat down and I am calling you out.

Most sincerely,
Dirt