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Monday, June 28, 2010
Think They'll Bury Him in His Sheet?
Phony ass. You won't be missed.
Phony ass. You won't be missed.
ANOTHER DEAD DEMOCRAT! Do you think Hell is segregated? If segregation survived anywhere, that'd be the place for it. Problem is, new arrival Robert Byrd would take some consolation in that. Maybe hell is only desegregated for those who won't enjoy it.
United States Senator and Exalted Cyclops Robert Byrd passed away early this morning at the age of 92. His tenure in the Senate-- a record-setting 51 years-- was a perpetual and compounding disgrace for the people of West Virginia, and makes a compelling case for either their disenfranchisement as voters or outright expulsion from the Union.
Preperations are underway in the few nooks of rationality and justice remaining (if any) in our legal system to sue the Byrd estate to recover a portion of half a century's pork.
I never understood that "the good oft interred with their bones" line. Maybe 2000 years ago that's how it was. Nowadays it seems like everyone's infected with this "don't speak ill of the dead" virus that makes us lie whenever some nob kicks off.
I don't go for that. When someone who should be dead dies, I rejoice. At the top of my lungs.
United States Senator and Exalted Cyclops Robert Byrd passed away early this morning at the age of 92. His tenure in the Senate-- a record-setting 51 years-- was a perpetual and compounding disgrace for the people of West Virginia, and makes a compelling case for either their disenfranchisement as voters or outright expulsion from the Union.
Preperations are underway in the few nooks of rationality and justice remaining (if any) in our legal system to sue the Byrd estate to recover a portion of half a century's pork.
I never understood that "the good oft interred with their bones" line. Maybe 2000 years ago that's how it was. Nowadays it seems like everyone's infected with this "don't speak ill of the dead" virus that makes us lie whenever some nob kicks off.
I don't go for that. When someone who should be dead dies, I rejoice. At the top of my lungs.
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