A Bucket of C*nts
Because, sometimes, you just have to say it.
Over the past few weeks, and particularly this week, we as Americans have been confronted by a large, deep, and rank-smelling Bucket of C*nts.
It started Monday when two complete c*nts set off a pair of bombs at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. The devices were designed to maim as many people as possible, and three people died. As I write this, one of them is dead and the other's on the loose as Metro Boston remains on lockdown and there are videos of armed police sweeping through neighborhoods like some dystopian vision of a rosy conservative future.
Tuesday wasn't too much better, with North Korea still making mouth farts about turning Seoul into a sea of flames just because they're c*nts. Tuesday also saw the dragnet closing around a c*nt from Mississippi named Paul Curtis, who the FBI tapped as the schlub who sent poison-laced letters to a Mississippi judge, the junior Republican Senator from said state, and to President Obama. His family and friends say he has mental issues and says the Gummint's trying to control him with drones, but he's still a c*nt.
Wednesday a factory that makes ammonia nitrate fertilizer caught fire and did the big firework in the small Texas town of West. They're still finding bodies and the blast knocked down or damaged buildings in a four-block radius from the plant. The victims, their families and the first responders have acted admirably. The c*nts, in this case, are the members of the Texas Congressional delegation who are already yawping about getting Federal disaster funds - these are among the same c*nts who refused to send money to the victims and survivors of Hurricane Sandy last year. Oh, and Texas' secessionist, fundamentalist, and borderline psychopathic Governor (surely a huge c*nt himself, based upon his performance to date) is also asking the Big Bad Evil Gummint that he has threatened to separate from to help out.
Which brings us to Thursday. They're still probing the fertilizer factory and adjoining damage area, and I rather expect another bucket of c*nts will show up in the form of the owners of the plant, who pooh-poohed the notion that the place would ever catch fire and go all explode-y and shit. I hate to be hopeful, but it'd be nice to see some of these pricks do a perp walk.
Thursday also saw the FBI unveil pictures of the two c*nts who set off the bombs in Boston, and the hunt was on. Over the course of the night one of them, Mr. Black Hat, was shot and later died at the hospital, one MIT campus policeman was shot dead, and a transit cop was wounded, and there was a running gun battle in the streets of Watertown that featured the two c*nts tossing explosives at the cops. This does not endear one to the police, I will assure you.
So now it's Friday, the twentieth anniversary of the day the FBI and the ATF finally stopped the siege of the Branch Davidian compound in Waco Texas by gassing the place. This act prompted those inside to set fires and essentially cremate themselves. The cult's leader, David Koresh (who earns a C*nt Emeritus spot today) was found dead with a gunshot wound in his skull. It's also the eighteenth anniversary of the day two complete c*nts named Terry Nichols and Timothy McVeigh set off a truck bomb that destroyed the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, killing 168 people.
McVeigh went the way of all c*nts, dead by execution. Nichols is serving life without parole. A fitting end for a pair of c*nts.
What's that? You say you want more c*nts? Happy to oblige.
Let's start with some creepy c*nt named Bidondi, whose first question to Governor Patrick of Massachusetts back on Monday wasn't about the news, or the bombing, or the victims, but about feeding his own readers' fear and hatred - whether the Marathon bombing was a "false flag" operation designed by the TSA to take away more of our freedoms. Had I been the Governor, I would have had him thrown out on his sorry c*nt ass.
Then we have National Rifle Association and Gun Manufacturer's Meat Puppet Wayne LaPierre and all the little meat puppets that he has dancing to his tune. By a winning combination of massive monetary lubrication, lies, fearmongering and threats, Li'l Wayne managed to get any whiff of gun control (no matter how badly watered down into inanity) defeated in the Senate. Added c*ntery was provided by Senator Harry "Weak" Reid of Nevada, Diane Feinstein of California and the others (including, yes, President Obama) who couldn't fathom why their watered-down filibuster rules were unable to stop the wave of rampant c*ntery.
CNN, FOX, and the New York Post were acting like a bunch of stupid c*nts back on Tuesday. FOX and CNN both pounced on CNN's John King's "revelation without confirmation" that a supposed dark-skinned man had been arrested in the Marathon bombing case, and the Post went all c*nt for basically fingering a seventeen-year-old boy for the act, and refusing to retract.
So it's been a five day stretch, and nothing but a steaming bucket of c*nts clogging up the news.
What will the weekend bring?
Over the past few weeks, and particularly this week, we as Americans have been confronted by a large, deep, and rank-smelling Bucket of C*nts.
It started Monday when two complete c*nts set off a pair of bombs at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. The devices were designed to maim as many people as possible, and three people died. As I write this, one of them is dead and the other's on the loose as Metro Boston remains on lockdown and there are videos of armed police sweeping through neighborhoods like some dystopian vision of a rosy conservative future.
Tuesday wasn't too much better, with North Korea still making mouth farts about turning Seoul into a sea of flames just because they're c*nts. Tuesday also saw the dragnet closing around a c*nt from Mississippi named Paul Curtis, who the FBI tapped as the schlub who sent poison-laced letters to a Mississippi judge, the junior Republican Senator from said state, and to President Obama. His family and friends say he has mental issues and says the Gummint's trying to control him with drones, but he's still a c*nt.
Wednesday a factory that makes ammonia nitrate fertilizer caught fire and did the big firework in the small Texas town of West. They're still finding bodies and the blast knocked down or damaged buildings in a four-block radius from the plant. The victims, their families and the first responders have acted admirably. The c*nts, in this case, are the members of the Texas Congressional delegation who are already yawping about getting Federal disaster funds - these are among the same c*nts who refused to send money to the victims and survivors of Hurricane Sandy last year. Oh, and Texas' secessionist, fundamentalist, and borderline psychopathic Governor (surely a huge c*nt himself, based upon his performance to date) is also asking the Big Bad Evil Gummint that he has threatened to separate from to help out.
Which brings us to Thursday. They're still probing the fertilizer factory and adjoining damage area, and I rather expect another bucket of c*nts will show up in the form of the owners of the plant, who pooh-poohed the notion that the place would ever catch fire and go all explode-y and shit. I hate to be hopeful, but it'd be nice to see some of these pricks do a perp walk.
Thursday also saw the FBI unveil pictures of the two c*nts who set off the bombs in Boston, and the hunt was on. Over the course of the night one of them, Mr. Black Hat, was shot and later died at the hospital, one MIT campus policeman was shot dead, and a transit cop was wounded, and there was a running gun battle in the streets of Watertown that featured the two c*nts tossing explosives at the cops. This does not endear one to the police, I will assure you.
So now it's Friday, the twentieth anniversary of the day the FBI and the ATF finally stopped the siege of the Branch Davidian compound in Waco Texas by gassing the place. This act prompted those inside to set fires and essentially cremate themselves. The cult's leader, David Koresh (who earns a C*nt Emeritus spot today) was found dead with a gunshot wound in his skull. It's also the eighteenth anniversary of the day two complete c*nts named Terry Nichols and Timothy McVeigh set off a truck bomb that destroyed the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, killing 168 people.
McVeigh went the way of all c*nts, dead by execution. Nichols is serving life without parole. A fitting end for a pair of c*nts.
What's that? You say you want more c*nts? Happy to oblige.
Let's start with some creepy c*nt named Bidondi, whose first question to Governor Patrick of Massachusetts back on Monday wasn't about the news, or the bombing, or the victims, but about feeding his own readers' fear and hatred - whether the Marathon bombing was a "false flag" operation designed by the TSA to take away more of our freedoms. Had I been the Governor, I would have had him thrown out on his sorry c*nt ass.
Then we have National Rifle Association and Gun Manufacturer's Meat Puppet Wayne LaPierre and all the little meat puppets that he has dancing to his tune. By a winning combination of massive monetary lubrication, lies, fearmongering and threats, Li'l Wayne managed to get any whiff of gun control (no matter how badly watered down into inanity) defeated in the Senate. Added c*ntery was provided by Senator Harry "Weak" Reid of Nevada, Diane Feinstein of California and the others (including, yes, President Obama) who couldn't fathom why their watered-down filibuster rules were unable to stop the wave of rampant c*ntery.
CNN, FOX, and the New York Post were acting like a bunch of stupid c*nts back on Tuesday. FOX and CNN both pounced on CNN's John King's "revelation without confirmation" that a supposed dark-skinned man had been arrested in the Marathon bombing case, and the Post went all c*nt for basically fingering a seventeen-year-old boy for the act, and refusing to retract.
So it's been a five day stretch, and nothing but a steaming bucket of c*nts clogging up the news.
What will the weekend bring?
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