Is this some kind of sick joke?

Found this beautiful gem from Wizbang...

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The irony of the "Bush is a drunkencocaineusingassholewhostartedawarforoil" crowd making that statement is so incredible, it speaks for itself.

You know, instead of running around with your friends writing letters to to the President about how "Oww, my pussy hurts. Please stop calling me names," perhaps you should consider finding another job where your feelings are not likely to be hurt.

Oh wait, even funnier. He didn't sign the letter himself. He let his jagoff party-mates do it for him. Not sure if this is Sloth, a lack of backbone, or the highly-unlikely foresight to distance yourself from your fellow Democruds. Dun't really matter. This post is still fun to write and hopefully fun for you to read.

Cock. Balls.

Reid was named to succeed the defeated Tom Daschle as party leader in December and quickly was attacked as an obstructionist by Republican National Committee. The National Republican Senatorial Committee issued a summary of his early tenure entitled "Forty days and forty nights of partisanship."

The RNC distributed a 13-page compilation of criticisms, dissecting Reid's voting record and accusing him of obstructing Bush's agenda over the years.

Whoa whoa whoa. Right there, spinach chin. You're pissed because we brought up a Democrud's voting record?

Seriously now, you don't appreciate our ad hominem attacks so we allow you to have a monopoly on that department? OK, we can live with that. You don't appreciate our legitimate attempts to oust a perjurer out of office so you make it look like an ad hominem attack (liberal media? never heard of it!)? Confusing and illogical and self-contradictory, yes, but we expect that from you.

And now you balk at us talking about voting histories? WTF are we supposed to talk about then? Your fucking shoes? Your stupid haircuts? Your cocks getting smaller while you sit on the truck? Gimme a fucking break!

Allow me to put this in non-vulgar terms you may understand a bit more easily. While visiting Pac Bell SBC Park in lovely San Fran-fucking-cisco (shit, sorry. that non-vulgar thing didn't even last 20 words), the Los Angeles Gaylords Dodgers ask Giants ace Jason Schmidt to stop throwing sliders, because they're sneaky and dive out of the strike zone at the last second. "OK," says Schmidtty, wishing to comply to the fiat that is this essential to this analogy. After a few innings of getting burned by his mid-90s heat, they say, "Oww, our pussies hurt. Can you only throw your change-up from now on?" Oh, and all the while? They've managed to produce eight clones of that gawky bitch-boy Eric Gagne, one for each inning.



Sound stupid? I hope so... If not, come meet me at the SF Giants Fan-fest this weekend. And wear your dodgers jersey so I know it's you...

Bye Bye Baby,
Jihad Jimmy, Chief Defender of the Faith