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It’s official now, I think:&#160 “Shitcan” Shee-hag has now replaced Dr. YEARRRRRRRGH!!! as the Demoscummic Party’s designated “stick both feet in the ol’ piehole” moron-ette extraordinaire.&#160 It’s almost as if she’s trying to top herself every succeeding day as to how asininely, stupidly shitheaded&#160 she can sound.

Now she and her fucknozzled Donk handlers are trotting out the old meme that we’re mind-numbed robots – “brainwashed”, as it were:

After calling the terrorists in Iraq who killed her son “freedom fighters,” anti-Bush activist Cindy Sheehan now says other mothers of those slain in the conflict whose views oppose her own are “brainwashed.”

“I have been silent on the Gold Star Moms who still support [President Bush] and his war by saying that they deserve the right to their opinions because they are in as much pain as I am.

Excuse me, Shithag, but they have the right to their opinions because they happen to be citizens of the United States of America&#160 and Article I of the Bill of Rights of the governing document of said country explicitly states that they have that right.&#160 Same as you, same as me.

And if they want to agree with me that you’re nothing but an Angst-ridden Addle-brained Asshatted Airhead&#153 – well, it sucks to be you, doesn’t it?

(Side note to BC:&#160 Yes, you can steal that one. (grin))

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So where was I yesterday?

Well, after getting a few groceries, I met up with Emperor Misha and Sir George of the Rott (George is in town on a project), and we proceeded to partake of some fine Cajun cuisine at Razzoo’s (if you’ve never been, go – it’s good stuff).

(Memo to the SpatulaGoddess:&#160 Misha finally has his ale.&#160 Yeah, I know – it took long enough.&#160 Sue me. (grin))

Now, Denizens, a heads-up:&#160 I’m on vacation this week.&#160 As you guys should know by now, the planned evacuation of Bent Tree Forest in lieu of new digs is Thursday, and I’m in the final stages of packing and staging my stuff for the movers.&#160 (Yes, movers.&#160 I’ll be forty-freakin’-two years old in November, and I’m getting too damned old to be hauling this crap around on my lonesome.)

As a result, the light posting I’ve been threatening for the last month is finally going to come to pass.&#160 We’ll have the PFW recap tomorrow, and Shitcan the Shee-hag has once again open her skanky piehole and uttered verbal flatulence worthy of fisking, so I’ll probably have that sometime later today.&#160 Maybe.

Stay tuned.