everything zen? i don't think so.
i just got an email from the allen campaign. they want me to post lots of stuff about lowell field calling george allen a monkey hater and committing a crime at raising kaine the likes of which haven't been seen since that one faithful night in byrd park during the allen administration. bashing lowell field is fine and dandy with me, because one lowell field once knocked on my door at 4am and tried to convert me to islam. i had my illegal immigrant housekeeper shoe him away, then i had the filthy winch deported. but not before i made her clean the toilets.
the allen campaign also wants me to link to jim riley's postings on lowell field. i originally had no problem doing that because i do whatever george allen tells me, short of definistration of the homeless, which i'll do without anyone telling me. please. i'm not some brown skinned hooligan who follows him around with a camera in an unprecedented attempt to harass him. i'm a civilized man. i was ready to serve mister allen.
then i happened across jim riley's vile cesspool of the homosexual agenda, virtual something. there, in this horrible place that richard gear's hampster dares not go, master riley promotes the homosexual agenda by displaying a tom davis banner (frog eating republican from northern virginia) and writing in a fruity manner about the perils of offending mexicans. somehow, these mexicans have riley's email address. why would they have his email address unless he worked part time scurrying illegals across the border in a wheel barrel that he rented from unitarians? i can think of no other reason.
besides, who cares about offending some illegal mexicans? when it comes to illegal mexican immigrants, i just thank god for the jumping bean, whose delightful prancing about distracts these sombrero wearing cretins long enough so that our children can usually escape from their grasp. though 1 in 10 children (1 in 9 minors) who come in contact with illegals end up being lured into joining the mexican army and attempting to retake the alamo.
the worst of it all is that i find out he works in the gravel industry, probably as a gravel arranger, making zen gardens. well i have news for you master riley. this is america. this is a christian nation, founded on the bedrock of christian principles, not the gravel of confucious.
the allen campaign also wants me to link to jim riley's postings on lowell field. i originally had no problem doing that because i do whatever george allen tells me, short of definistration of the homeless, which i'll do without anyone telling me. please. i'm not some brown skinned hooligan who follows him around with a camera in an unprecedented attempt to harass him. i'm a civilized man. i was ready to serve mister allen.
then i happened across jim riley's vile cesspool of the homosexual agenda, virtual something. there, in this horrible place that richard gear's hampster dares not go, master riley promotes the homosexual agenda by displaying a tom davis banner (frog eating republican from northern virginia) and writing in a fruity manner about the perils of offending mexicans. somehow, these mexicans have riley's email address. why would they have his email address unless he worked part time scurrying illegals across the border in a wheel barrel that he rented from unitarians? i can think of no other reason.
besides, who cares about offending some illegal mexicans? when it comes to illegal mexican immigrants, i just thank god for the jumping bean, whose delightful prancing about distracts these sombrero wearing cretins long enough so that our children can usually escape from their grasp. though 1 in 10 children (1 in 9 minors) who come in contact with illegals end up being lured into joining the mexican army and attempting to retake the alamo.
the worst of it all is that i find out he works in the gravel industry, probably as a gravel arranger, making zen gardens. well i have news for you master riley. this is america. this is a christian nation, founded on the bedrock of christian principles, not the gravel of confucious.
