December, Xmas near. A moment to reflect; a piece of hope that the next year doesn't end in the shitter -- like this one has. Hope, too, that we don't end up with a Nigger president. Nope, cause I don't want to see no fucking Black man sitting his ass anywhere in the White House. (Can I say that kind of shit in my blog? Guess I just did. Coure, it ain't gonna play well, cause all these fucking bloggies want to think themselves society's conscience.) Anyway, I hope, too, that we don't end up with a Bitch president. (No cunts in the Oval Office -- unless that cunt is being done!) And I hope too, like, I totally, totally fucking hope, that we don't end up with a Democrat for a president, period -- Because I am so fucking tired of feel good politics, which is about the only brand of politics the Democrats seem able (or even eager) to field. (I mean, what have the fucking Dems done since they got Congress back? Sure, they passed some lame-ass, little dick bits and pieces of legislation. But what have they done about the big ticket items: Immigration and our borders; terrorism and the fucking wars in Iraq and Afghanistan; inflation and the economy; and, lastly, what have they done to heal that great rift which continues to divide our fucking country!)Yep, and all that being said, give me a good old hard-nosed Republican any day. At least I know where those guys are coming from, what they're about, and all that.

(Hey, shitheads, listen up for a sec! Nobody out there fucking wants to be equal with everybody else. Jesus shit Christ. All of us, without exception here, wishes to be better than everybody else. All of us wishes to be extraordinary! Damn. And there's nothing wrong with that: That's just good old basic human nature showing itself for what it really is!)

Okay, so I have been kind of -- totally! fucking! -- silent since May. I could give all kinds of reasons for my absence, but the truth is that I have simple grown bored of blogs. More fun, I have found, in other things. 'Sides, you guys are too easy to fuck with -- and even easier to offend. And when I think of my viewing audience, I conjure up a bunch of old, fat fucks with either bald pates or greasy hair who do this shit because they can't get fucking dates. And, man, the women who wrote to me are, like, totally diseased. Totally. Yeah. And, like I was hoping to meet some real babe-age (totally cute, ready to put out, all about the pout, and no doubt, totally hot-- and all) out there in BlogLand. But no way, anyway.

(And I'm not reading anybody's fucking blog. God, what a stupid waste of time. I'll read your blog if you'll read mine! Jesus fucking shit! How freaking insecure can you guys get?! I mean, do you fuckers leave your blogs and your chatrooms long enough to shave and shower and shit? -- Or do you just give it all up for the sake of YOUR ART!!! Hey, look at me -- I can copy pictures off the web and then paste them up to my blog. Aren't you impressed? And, hey, check this out, dude, I can copy some fucking contemporary story lines off some other site, then I can ask you to tell me your opinions! Ain't I smart for doing that? [And as if any of those fucking opinions really fucking matter -- Hell, most of them don't smack of anything even remotely resembling a real, honest to God fucking thought! Hey, look at me, I'll say something really oblique, like I'm some schizo or something, and you all will have to be impressed, cause you won't know if my head's really empty or not!] Giving you shitheads computers and blogs is akin to giving a mouse a fricking credit card, for the mouse knows not what to do with credit, and you know not what to do with yourselves, and so you waste your precious potential on . . . one another.)

So. I watch the news. Been dealing in Nancy Grace, Lou Dobbs, and Glenn Beck. Christ. Talk about playing to their ratings. All that anger. All those ex-alcoholics and rag-fags. Blah! And this season, even Eric Cartman can't find a way to please. Poor fat little shit. (And just to go on the record, here: I don't want a fucking fag for a president, either. Hell, they're even worse than -- well, worse than a bunch of fucking Christians, anyway.)

I love it that you shitters are stupid enough to piss your lives away believing in all that God-nonsense. Santa Claus for adults. Fun. Fun. Fun.

Anyway, hope you get too high over the holidays and either plow into someone's car, or have someone else's car plow into you. Either way, as long as it's fatal. I hope a few of you get so fucking with the cheer that you puke up all over your daughter, or your son. I hope you get so fucking toe up that you tell your mate what the fucking you really think of him, or her. I hope you get so fucking wasted that you pick that gun up and decide that, 'Hey, it's Christmas, why not knock over the little corner store. And since that store is owned by a fucking Korean motherfucker, who don't believe in God, Christmas, Christianity, Democracy, or the American way, why not just waste his fucking Asian ass, cause after all, it's Christmas, Motherfucker, and I'm gonna play Santa Claus, and the present I'm bringing you, Motherfucker, is a clip full of 9mm death.' Yeah. And since it's Christmas, why don't you mate-rape your wife. Or give your cute thirteen year old that special present you're always thinking about giving her. And, hey, Christmas time is a great time for killing that nosy old bitch next door who is always spying on you from behind her drawn curtains, goddamnit. 'Fucking bitch! You, me, and a loaded twelve-gauge, you fucking wrinkle-bag!' Of course, for those of you seeking something in a lighter vein, there is always shoplifting, not one of my favorites. But there is also, vandalism (when was the last time you did a really good job fucking up a church. You ever taken a shit on the alter? Jacked off in the first pew? Hey, churches are fun places, if you know how to put them to use. Course, you can just burn the mother fucker down and then blame it on the ragheads!) Naturally, and this is one of my favorites, especially since all our Xmases should be white -- you can be Magical Whiteman and get in some nigger's way, thus guaranfuckingteeing that his life will go nowhere. Yep, cause racism is the reason niggers can't do math, or spell, understand chemistry, or whatever else, because any time anything be wrong in a nigger's life, it's gotta be cause white folk be fucking wid him. (When are you going to wake up, White America? How long are you going to listen to all these fucking liberals, who are more about listening to their emotions than their Reason?) Anyway, you wanta make a nigger happy for Christmas, you give him a pipe-rock. Let him savor his addiction to the White Crack he gots to regularly smoke, like, to keep his party going, y'all. (And, man, what's with these fucking Wiggers?! Do they think anybody -- White or Black! -- takes their shit serious? Jesus fucking Christ!) Anyway, there's plenty to do for Christmas, that's all I was trying to say. There's plenty to do for Christmas. And if you can't find anything else to do, you can pick that big old gun up, put it right under your chin, and blow your frigging brains out so you can go off to meet your God. Right. Well, merry fucking christmas. And I hope that more than just a few of you die! HO! HO! HO!