Hang on to Momma, Pussyboy

Everyone already knows about Junior and Condi, I suppose. I'm surprised it hasn't been on the front page of the traitorous fucking New York Times. She's been fucking him ever since he gave her Powell's old job. I always thought old gaptooth was a big dyke but who knows. Maybe she wears a fucking strap-on. The Moron's so falling down drunk all the time, he never knows what he's fucking anyway--Laura, the country, Condi--all the same to him. And what the fuck do I care, as long as it keeps him busy and out of my way, so I can ruin the country. I mean, RUN the country. Little Freudian slip. HA! But Librarianlips Bush sure as fuck doesn't like it. She moved out, you know. To some fleabag hotel somewhere. I don't know how long we're gonna be able to keep this quiet. But now that Roverdover is in the clear, he can concentrate on fucking up the Demokrauts and keeping the press distracted with our totally fucked up handling of North Korea. Looks like everyone's just forgetting about old Iraq already. Except for the occasional mentally challenged soldier raping and offing a few fifteen year olds. They were asking for it, you ask me. Right, Commander Condo?