I have, over these last years of my life…posted by Bill Arnett @ 12:28 PM Permalink …become a much calmer person ( that shines through the words of my post, don't it?), given to thoughtful analysis of the issues of the day, saddened by them for most days given the state of our nation, cheerful and sometimes deliriously giddy when something that seems right, just, and good for all mankind and America in particular.
I speak of the maladies affecting one of the most black-hearted, evil, scheming, bigoted, holier-than thou, war criminal, killer of children and women, leading the charge back to the Dark Ages where civility imposed by torture was the only, or at least the primary method used to obtain information from an enemy.
A man, whom over the last 30 years has done every thing possible to lead us to the brink of Armageddon by activating the true evil that lives within himself, even though I know that at death's door there will be no repenting done by former vice president dick cheney, a man whom, if anyone on his earth deservers to linger through a long, painful, excruciating death, must be number one on the list, and a holiday should be declared to mark the day of celebration when he finally succumbs to his ailments, knowing that, if he really believes all that religious claptrap he will surely rot in a special place set aside for particularly repugnant, hateful and hated persons whoever walked the face of the planet. Like gwb.
Can you imagine the hell it would be to be eternally stuck with no one sufficiently intelligent to string three words together without a teleprompter?
So here's my sincere wishes that you die a long, slow, dare I say it? I dare! I dare! tortuous death of the most vicious kind, the kind you ordered used on children and men with out a scintilla of any evidence they had done wrong, as you, the most evil, villainous bastard and worshipper of Satan to have existed since we thought we had exterminated your kind by ridding the world of Nazis and their particular brand of evil you and gwb co-opted and sought to bring back into the world.
Die ugly, Dick, die painfully, die with the deaths of the millions you have ordered killed and hear their screams all the way down to the deepest, darkest part of hell where, if there is justness, Satan himself will sodomize you dozen times for each of those you have murdered or had a part in their murder.
Rot, you foul-smelling, earth demon soon to meet your maker's opposite, you know, the one down there with the hugh spiny male member that unlike yours, never goes flaccid nor ever grows tired.
Did, Dick. die so we can all celebrate your death and have our chance to defecate on your grave.
There. See how compassionate, patient, thoughtful and calm I have become?