Fidel Castro or Saddam Hussein or Mel Gibson, you decide

We are all brothers here. I'm just sitting back, watching the world go by. It's August, I'm fishing, I'm having a beer, I'm sticking my fingers up my granddaughter's twat, you know, I'm just hanging loose, and watching the news. Fox News, of course. And I'm reading about my old pal Fidel, and his pussy little operation. And I'm reading about my old pal Mel, and his pussy apologies because his series got cancelled. Come on, mate, get a grip. So the world knows now you're a fucking anti-Semitic bigot. Excuse me, we didn't already know this? We didn't notice your father's a fucking Holocaust denier? Are we fucking stupid? And of course, I read about my old friend Saddam, who now that he's eating again, is ready to be shot. Fat chance, as we say in middle America, chum. And I'm reading about Bolton, the anti diplomat, and dead babies and lordy, all kinds of shit. Who can remember, when it's ALL SO GOOD. We are just swimmin' in it, aren't we? How much better can it get?