Po' widdle baby

One of the principles by which I live, politically speaking, is this:  Never give a liberal media loon an even break.

So when Timmy-boy Russert-Potato had his 10-minute Bush-bashing segment with Colon Bowel interrupted after it had gone half again longer than it was supposed to, with whom do you think I'm going to side?

Exactly.  Powell aide Emily Miller did exactly what she should have done - ended the interview by giving po' widdle baby Timmy-boy a view of a palm tree.

And then - wouldn't you know it? - Colon Bowel wussed and caved in to little Timmy-boy, demanding the camera be focused on him and allowing Russert-Potato to finish his little Spanish Inquisition.

And the day after, Potatohead is still  throwing a little tantrum:

"A taxpayer-paid employee interrupted an interview," an angry Russert said after the program.

You're damned right, Potato Boy, she did.  And she was right to, too.

"Not in the United States of America, that's not supposed to go on.

Oh, really, Potato Ass?  What say you tell me what part of the First Amendment says you can lie about how much time you need for an interview?  You tell me where it says in that document that you can drone on and on and friggin' on ad infinitum, ad nauseam???

This is attempted news management gone berserk.

No, you assbiscuit, it was an attempt to keep the Secretary of Defense on schedule.  You're damned lucky to have been granted the 10 minutes you agreed to  in the first place.

Secretary Powell was really stand-up. He was a general and took charge."

No, pisspot, he caved in and played wussy-boy to your bullying.  I'd've  said, "ESAD, Potato Ass - you agreed to 10 minutes and that's what you got.  Bugger off."

Russert could easily have edited out the embarrassing exchange but didn't. "It's part of the story," Russert explained defiantly.

Oh, heavens, no - not when you have such a golden opportunity to try to further embarrass the Bush Administration.  Couldn't pass that  up.

Dumb son-of-a-bitch...

Let's get one thing straight...

Pardon the pun.

Today, the most shameful, most embarrassing, most humiliating thing to hit our great country to this point is taking place in John-boy F'n KetchupA$$' home state of MassaChewsShits.

Today, heterophobes are engaging in pseudo-wedding ceremonies, and four traitorous sons-of-crack-whore-bitches on a shitty excuse-for-a-court say they can do it.

Oh, and listen to these heterophobic asshats emote and get all snively-sniffly and boo-hoo-hooey...

"It was really important to us to just be married. We want to be married as soon as we possibly can. Part of it is, we don't know what the Legislature is going to do," McCloskey said.

"I'm proud of this state," said John Meuneir, 43, of Boston, who arrived at City Hall in Boston with his partner, Jim Flanagan, 42, more than two hours before the scheduled 8 a.m opening.

The first couple to receive marriage paperwork was Marcia Hams, 56, and her partner, Susan Shepherd, 52, of Cambridge. After 27 years together, they sat at a table across from a city official shortly after midnight, filling out forms as their adult son looked on.

"I feel really overwhelmed," Hams said as they left the clerk's office and walked through a throng of reporters. "I could collapse at this point."

"This is the most important day of my life," said Chris McCary, 43. He and his partner of six years, John Sullivan, 37, of Anniston, Ala., were first in line outside town hall in Provincetown on Monday morning.

Which brings me to the title of this post.

Let's get one thing straight, you blithering little heterophobic pisspot weasely limp-wrists.

You.  Are.  Not.  Married.

Let me say that one more time, just so we can all be clear on this.

You.  Are.  Not.  Married.

I don't give a fat rat's ass what  the excuse-for-a-state of MassaChewsShits says; I don't care what some asshat judge who'd look better swinging from a lamppost than behind a bench says; and I sure  don't give a royal shit what you faggots say.

You.  Are.  Not.  Married.

Marriage is, by its very definition,  between two individuals of opposite  genders.  No more, no less, and no different.  And for you fucktards to come in and make a mockery of our institution shows the entire world what illegitimate fucknozzles you really are.

You heterophobic bastards can call  yourselves married as much as gets your rocks off - but I could call myself a freakin' Edsel and it doesn't mean I'm gonna pull into a garage at the end of the day.

Your "marriages" won't be recognized here, or anywhere else where people think with their heads instead of their cocks and cunts.

Don't like it?  Think this is "hate speech"???

Fuck off.  I don't give a fat rat's ass what  a bunch of perverted rump-rangers and lesbo shits think.