Okay, so lemme see if I’ve got this straight:
Two of Assholes International’s top brass, “Slick Willie” Schultz and Joe W. “Arm” “Chip” Pitts III, both gave the maximum $2,000 to Botox Boy’s campaign last year. (Shits Schultz also has tossed a K-note King Chappaquiddick’s way.)
And they’ve called President Bush, Don Rumsfeld and the rest of the Administration “architects of torture” and suggested that “other countries could file war-crime charges against the top officials and arrest them”.
(Note to Schultzie:  I’d just loooooove to see you try it, chickenshit.)
Yet, according to their pathetic excuse-for-a-site, they’re:
“independent of any government, political ideology, economic interest or religion. It does not support or oppose any government.”
Ooooooooooooooooo…kayfine.
“Forsake” has only one  “e”. (grin)
Hat tip to my brother, who got this from one of his co-workers:
The Bronze Rat
A tourist walked into a curio shop in San Francisco. Looking around at the exotica, he noticed a very lifelike, life-sized bronze statue of a rat. It had no price tag, but it was so striking he decided he must have it. He took it to the counter.
“How much for the bronze rat?”
“Twelve dollars for the rat, one hundred dollars for the story,” the owner said.
The tourist gave the shop owner twelve dollars. “I’ll take the rat. You can keep the story.”
As he walked down the street carrying the rat, he soon noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewers and began following him.
This was disconcerting, so he began walking faster. But within a couple of blocks, the herd of rats behind him had grown to hundreds, and they began squealing.
He began to trot toward the Bay, but looking back he saw that the rats now numbered in the millions, were squealing ever louder, and coming toward him faster and faster. Now scared, he broke into a run, then a full Olympic sprint to the edge of the Bay where he threw the bronze rat as far out as he could muster.
Amazingly, the millions of rats all jumped into the Bay after the bronze rat, and they all drowned.
The man walked back to the curio shop.
“Aha!” said the owner. “You have come back for the story.”
“No,” said the man, “I came back to see if you have a bronze Democrat.”
Mhehhehheh…