Saturday, December 28, 2002

 
I need to as Karl and Uncle dick How I feel about this cloning thing.

Oh, wait a second...these folks ain't decent Christian folk, so I reckon I'm against it. (Better double check, just to be sure, though.)

What a bunch of wackos. They think that aliens from space created life on our planet. Everyone knows that it wasn't aliens, it was a big white guy named God who created everything in 7 days. And this group has 40,000 people in it. What a bunch of gubillified morons.
Drewcifer posted this at 6:23 PM.

Friday, December 27, 2002

 
Holy shit!!

So much has been happening, I haven't found the dern time to update my diary... Lesseee...

AL GORE DONE PUSSIED OUT ON ME! Heheheheh...bet he knows what happens to people who Wellstone me off.
Bring on anybody who wants to run against mje in '04 (shit--need to ask Dick if we're really gonna have elections anymore).
I do think it's "funny" that Howard Dean thinks he has a shot at me.

What else...

Oh, yeah! Fucking Trent Lott had to go and open his big fucking mouth at Strom's party. I shoulda had some Marines go beat his ass good for that. I mean, us Republicans aint racistified or anything, but shit, we do want darkies outta our swimmin pools, just like Strom said way back then. Hell, them Negroes don't want us in their churches either right? Trent could very well have cost us that 5% ghetto vote that we already get. Shit, it took half of my Secret Service people to hold Condi back. Something about, "...I know you don't wanna mess with this plantation housegirl all up on yo' ass..."

Sheesh...even I have sense enough to keep my mouth shut when it comes to them people. Keep quiet about them, and they won't notice how we purge them from the voting records.

By the way, the Birthday of our Almighty Lord and Savior was stuperfendopus! The twins came up to Camp David with me and the Frist...errr...First Lady, along with Marvin, Dot, Niel, Momma, and Poppy. It was better than Thanksgivin'! Poppy, as always went off with the men (Uncle Dick and Rummy) to discuss something important (I think it had something to do with the word "hegemony"-whatever that means...). The women went off to the living room, while our colorful staff cleaned house. That left me free to do some Daddy-twin-daughter-bonding-time. We did us a few shots of Wild Turkey, but then the girls took off. Oh well! Had me a good Christmas anyway...


Drewcifer posted this at 5:18 AM.