This is one of those things that materialized offhandedly. I’m not even sure exactly of the moment it went though my head, but it was one of those phone calls in the evening with Beltway Bitch, my most loyal and most trusted of piggies.
We were stuck on progressive politics and the stupid state of the world, as usually happens, and I think I was in the middle of saying “this Joe Wilson thing is just the most distracting pile of horseshit.”
Well, distracting pile of horseshit it may be. However, maybe it was the crisp fall air, maybe it was the gentle seasonal change in DC, but I had this vision.
The vision was of the lawn in front of the Capital. And on that lawn, there would be an asshole. A little asshole putting himself on display. It wouldn’t frighten the public, because – well let’s face it, ANYTHING can be agitprop if you put it on the capital lawn, just another weirdo making a point.
Why not? Why not another weirdo making a point, degrading himself AND making an ass of himself because The Debaser gets whatever she wants? And what she wants is a monkey so sublimely trained that it will publicly shame and whore itself in the most public, civic, open environments.
The angry left is a moneydomme. And she is coming for you.
I bet this made a few closet queer GOP sons of bitches hard, in the process. Sure, why not. Thank me on the phones, you degenerates, I know you wanted a piece of THIS. Mmmm mmm. (hairball)
The shirt is special – I made Beltway go and make it up at a mall kiosk with a live person working there. Apparently this person was a nice black girl whose brow was justifiably knit until it was explained that actually Beltway thinks Joe Wilson is a douche and that he was the one who was going to be wearing the shirt as an anti-Wilson gesture. Whereupon she started laughing and laughing and said “just make sure no one beats your ass up.” How awesome is that, bringing comedy and smiles to a woman I will never meet, using one stupid boomer bitch as my conduit?
Now, as pathetic and as lame as Beltway may be, he is a veritable LORD AND MASTER compared to the little pantywaist pussybitches who will never be more than a paycheck and a trembling little voice on the phone. THIS is what it would be like to serve me. THIS is the kind of thing you are expected to do – in a rote and unquestioning fashion. Debase yourself for me even on the lawn of the Nation’s Capital if I demand it.
It’s very easy to find a little asshole who will dance for me in panties on cam in his locked home office. Wow, that’s just SO pervy of you. Not. I simply get more, deserve more, and require more than whoever you are used to serving. I require your total humiliation in the civic sphere.
Let’s get an even better look at that shirt, it’s a winner!
Doesn’t that just make you want to give me a high five?
