The Arhythmic Art of Awful Alliteration

Some people might think from reading this blog that I am anti-war. Not true. I just haven't gotten over the fact that war didn't start right away. I remember lying in bed the morning of that September 12th, rolling over to gaze upon Gary Bauer and cooing, "Dead darkies by dawn." (Gary is such a swell bedmate, always willing to sleep in the previous evening’s santorum.) But I don't digress enough: No more BJs or butt fucking for Bill Frist til there's federal funding for Bob Jones!

...someday they'll have people like me killed...