Bachmann was flying through space, now she has landed terra firma. Her biblical spear dashes through the clouds, her pounds of terrestrial makeup spill out across the atmosphere. Al Gore is so gayly disgusted at that kind of footprint! Pray the gay away! Chants Mr. and Mrs. Bachmann! Pray it away for a brighter American Day! But I say it’s suspicious when Mr. Bachmann has a kind of gay retreat, where infected parties go to be wholly cured of this malignant cancer that has attached itself to their brains, buttocks, and penis. A private meeting place.
It’s true, politics were created by King Zeus, in order that the common people have some daily fodder, as occasionally the societal noose becomes too tight, and quoting the Ticians allows you to cut loose without any repercussions - at least in America. On another note entirely, nobody sounds like an outright psycho. It’s just a matter of what ears you’re up against. Also, jerking off forfeits the fruits of ambition. But when ambition is so closely tied with illusion and eventual loss, why not just cut to the chase?
