Hi! Uh, I’m trying to keep to my side of the line in the sand, where I can dip my beak (I don’t really have a beak, it’s just a phrase) into the sewage of politics and yet stay sane (I’m not sane at all and I just used sewage as a metaphor; do try not to picture me drinking or lapping up sewage like a dog). And I do so like dogs, and mostly they like me. But they’re still shiteaters.

SO. He’s had his lackeys aid him in cutting funds for AIDS research and care, has he? Well don’t be surprised, as he still links AIDS with gay men and as a closet case, everyone had to see this coming. He’s an awesome example of a closet/homophobic and narcissistic idiot who is as nutty as those softball-sized globes of shit the Ashmeads used to hand out on Halloween in North Shore. Some said it was popcorn on the outside but it really was just a few popped kernels; with walnuts, chopped Brazils, almonds and pecans and shit like that.
As for what was inside, I don’t remember. And hey, they used to make us sign a paper so we could not come back for seconds, as if anyone ever tried. Mostly we learned to skip their house. We wanted Clark bars, candy corn and chocolate of any kind. And THAT shit is what we got.
Now, for all we knew, what was inside was a real softball. Or bits of Hansel and Gretel in a Cheez-Wiz ball with a schnauzer-skin wrap.

Point here is, I’m not sure I ever even took a bite. I don’t believe I could have stooped to lows of desperation that far, even in my days of being an apprentice asshole. Well, what would you do?