Monthly Archives: September 2011

Just in…

The Execution Board of recent Excrement of the Month State, Georgia, has sentenced to death the seven out of nine eye witnesses who named the now-executed Troy Davis as the murderer of a Savannah, GA police officer in 1989 and later recanted their testimony stating they were coerced by police.  In addition, the board has sentenced to death the three jury members who helped convict Davis and later said they would now vote to acquit.  Georgia will also sentence former President Jimmy Carter, Pope Benedict, members of Amnesty International, and members of the just-retired band R.E.M. to life sentences….

“We have to close the door on this sad chapter in Georgia’s history,” said Execution Board President, Jimmy Bob Jones.  ”We figure this is the best way to do it.”

Typical Georgia cracker who elected former GA Gov. Sonny Perdue who appointed Jimmy Bob

“Why have you taken action against R.E.M.?  They’re the best band ever to come out of the State of Georgia,” said Southpaw scratching his head in complete bewilderment.

“Ever since those boys came out with that song Losing My Religion we have been wanting to do something about them,” said Jimmy Bob.  “We decided now was as good a time as any other.”

Former R.E.M. band members planning to reunite as Christian rock band after jailhouse conversion

A spokesman for the U.S. Supreme Court said today that they will not intervene in these death sentences although they may take a look at the life sentence imposed on Pope Benedict.

More details at 11….

Excrement of the Month (2011 09): Georgia

Like Texas, Georgia is so eagerly shitting its pants to kill someone that, by Wednesday, 9/21/11, they will likely as not have killed an innocent man in Troy Davis.  If you’ve not been following the news, Davis was convicted of the shooting death of a Savannah, Georgia police officer, Mark MacPhail, in 1989.  MacPhail was working as an off-duty security guard when, in an effort to break up a fight and protect a homeless man, was shot and killed.  Since then, seven out of the nine eye witnesses who implicated Davis have recanted stating they were coerced by police (what a shocker in the deep South).  Even more indicting, three of the jurors who convicted Davis have come forth and said if they could vote today, they would acquit him.  As if that’s not enough to stop this execution, a murder weapon was never found nor was there a shred of any additional evidence to implicate Davis beyond the so-called witnesses almost all of whom, as mentioned, have come forth and exonerated him.  Yet the death state of Georgia is hearing none of it.  Even one of their most famous sons, Jimmy Carter, has failed to mitigate their heartlessness. 

Georgia, like Texas and other states before them, is making a huge mistake that they cannot undo.  The death penalty is heinous, outrageously hypocritical, and barbaric to begin with.  But it is oh so absolute.  Most certainly previous mistakes have been made and innocent men and women have been killed.  But Georgia, like Texas and other death states, could give a flying fuck.  They’re too busy creaming their collective jeans to get this done before blowback overwhelms them.

It doesn’t matter that tremendous doubt has been cast over Davis’ guilt.  It doesn’t matter that nothing is gained from killing Davis who has been on death row for more than 20 years.  And it sure as shit doesn’t matter to this backwater, barbaric state that it simply further separates them from the rest of humanity.  All that matters is that Georgia smells the blood of a black man.  Just like their ancestors before them, who once they got that noose in their hands and found a good oak tree, rationale could not prevail….no matter what, today’s Georgia has got themselves an itch that’s gotta be scratched.  And by gum they’re  gonna scratch it.

What a piece of shit state.  From this point forward, every time I  set foot there I will think of Troy Davis…just as I, to this very day, continue to think of James Chaney, Andrew Goodman, and Michael Schwerner every time I have the misfortune of having to set foot in Mississippi.


Paths of Righteousness

…starring:  Colonel Rick Perry, Major Mitt Romney, Captain George W. Bush, Sgt. Newt Gingrich, Corporal Marcus Bachmann, Private Eric Cantor, and featuring Lieutenant Rick Santorum as the Christian coward….

It was the worst of times….a time of war when Christian life as Americans know it was threatened at its core…when the America we love and cherish hangs in the balance.  And it is the eve of Col. Rick Perry’s greatest conquest:  The taking of the Ant Hill and the ultimate annihilation of America’s greatest enemies:  Common Sense, Knowledge, and Humanity….

It is a time of reckoning….

The Front

Scene I:  Col Perry visits the front which is preparing its final attack upon the Ant Hill:

“TEN HUT!!!!!!”

“At ease men.   Capt. Bush, do you have a status report on the Ant Hill?”

“Sir, yes Sir!  We currently have the last remnants of American Common Sense and Humanity pinned in.  Our men are standing by, Sir, and prepared to attack and finish them off on your orders.”

“Good…very good Capt. Bush.  Remember, if you should capture anyone, see to it that they are renditioned to Texas so they can be quickly lethally injected before any chance of intervention from the courts.”

“Yes SIR ! And if any of those captured are retards, Sir?”

“No chance of that Captain since the only retards left are on our side.

“Affirmative, Sir !!”

“You know Capt Bush….you and your  men have the opportunity to bring great honor to God, flag, and country…”

“You’re a great leader Col. Perry,” complimented Col Perry’s trusty aide, Major Mitt Romney.  “The capture of the Ant Hill will place your legacy alongside of that of Ronald Reagan.  Samuel Johnson once said, ‘patriotism is the refuge of a scoundrel.’”

“Right you are Major Romney…a saying in which we may all take great pride.”

“Sir, are you ready to meet the men who are ready to give you your greatest victory?’

Soldiers of righteousness prepare to meet their leader

“Yes Capt. Bush.  Hello there soldier.  What’s your name?”

“Sir, Sgt Gingrich, SIR !”

“Are you ready to kill Common Sense soldier?”

“SIR YES SIR !!”

“And what’s your name soldier?”

“Sir, Private Cantor Sir!”

“Cantor, are you ready to kill Humanity?”

“Sir YES SIR !  HOOAH !!”

“Very good soldier.  Men, tomorrow at first light you shall do battle with the true forces of evil…the forces that are trying to prevent your great way of life and your rights to have consistently low prices at Wal-Mart, marriage between a man and a woman, prayer and exclusive teachings of intelligent design in your children’s schools, belief in only one God….your God…the God under the banner of one heaven, and most of all…your rights to have no affordable health care!”

Col Perry takes aim at Common Sense, Knowledge, and Humanity

“SIR YES SIR !!! HOOAH!!!”

“And what’s your name soldier?”

“Lt. Santorum, Sir.”

“And are you ready to kill Knowledge soldier?”

“Well, I understand that Knowledge is pretty tough, Sir…that it won’t be easy to kill..”

“In America?!?!  Are you crazy soldier?!?!?! Troops what do you think about such a statement?!?!

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOOAH!!!!!!”

“But Sir….I’m just not sure Sir… if I’m ready to….”

“NOT READY!?!  Lt. you sound like a coward.  Why if you were from my state and you weren’t already an evangelical I’d have you lethally injected!”

“But Sir….I just can’t fight Knowledge.”

“Get out of my sight Santorum you pasty-white, fat-ass, pansy coward. What about you Gingrich?  Do you think you and your men can rid our republic of the last remnants of Knowledge?”

“SIR YES SIR!!”

“You there soldier….what’s your name?”

“Corporal Marcus Bachmann, Sir.”

“Corporal Bachmann, I understand you have a special set of skills and great experience at infiltrating Common Sense and Humanity and getting deep inside the scourge known as same-sex marriage.”

“SIR YES SIR! I’ve been able to outflank and deeply penetrate the insides of same-sex marriage.”

“Then Corporal Bachmann….I will expect you to penetrate same-sex marriage to its bitter end with repeated deep thrusts.”

Corp. Bachmann....master of "deep infiltration" of same-sex marriage scourge

“Sir yes Sir!  …with repeated deep, deep penetration with deep thrusts Sir, yes Sir.”

“Good luck men.   May you go forth tomorrow in victory under the banner of heaven.  Major Romney and I will be leading you in spirit from our chickenhawk headquarters.  We wish you godspeed.”

…and so it was to be:  America’s  final conquest and its greatest victory to permanently rid our great nation of  Common Sense, Knowledge, and Humanity was at hand.  Live long and prosper oh great Christian nation.

The last remnants of Common Sense and Knowledge are ordered to be shot by Col Perry

Excerpts from “In My Time”

The following are excerpts from former Vice President Dick Cheney’s soon-to-be-released book, “In My  Time”:

Chap 4:  “Do me Mr. President…or let me do you“:

It was one month after 9-11.  The President and I were sitting in the Oval Office alone.  He had been drinking…and so had I.  It was getting late but it was clear that neither of us were going anywhere that night.

“Dick, do you think I should have put down that book, My Pet Goat, quicker and done something that day?”

“Mr. President, there’s no point in rehashing your cowardly behavior.  Just let it go,” I counseled the President like a father to a son.

“Dick, I just feel like a chickenhawk.”

“Well, that’s because you are a chickenhawk, Mr. President,” I consoled him.  “And so am I…and proud of it.  And you should be proud of it too Mr. President.  There are many more important things in life than having character and integrity.”

“Dick, I know I’ve been drinking….but I’d like you to fuck me up the ass.”

“Mr. President, I’m not sure how dignified that would be….but if it would make you feel better, sure….I’ll be a loyal Vice-President and do my duty.  Just so long as you remember who was on top and who’s doing the fucking.”

“Sure Dick….you’re in charge.  Now, giddy up.”

“Uhhhhhhhh….uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..ah hummina hummina hummina….”

Chap 6:  “Making command decisions…like, should I fuck Lynne or just whack off?”:

Lynne is a skank.  That much is clear.  She’s always been a skank and always WILL be a skank.  I hate her face, her personality, and the way she dresses….but I mostly hate her voice.  It is like fingernails on a chalkboard.  Oh how often I want to kill her….or have her killed.  I wonder if I could get someone from that fucked up CIA organization to do it for me?  I wonder if I could get away with it?  Probably not.  The CIA would probably just fuck that up too and it would come back on me.  It looks like I may have to take matters into my own hands. But how?

Tonight is our annual sex night. I can’t stand the thought of it.  I’d rather eat a plate of bull dung.  I would just prefer to beat off to my extensive file of Condi Rice pictures.  That’s who I REALLY want to be with.  I must come up with a way to get rid of Lynne and get away with it.  Why can’t I get this done?  I’ve been successful at everything else in running this country….why not this?

Chap 10:  “Osama’s not so bad…neither is Hitler”:

So Osama is dead.  Too bad.  In hindsight, he wasn’t such a bad guy.  A lot of people get bad raps in life many times unjustifiably.  Look at Hitler.  People forget that he really did a lot of good before he killed six million Jews.  People tend to cast too many aspersions about other people and “broad brush” them over isolated mistakes.  I think that’s unfair.  I personally believe in second chances.  Who knows what Osama Bin Laden could have been if people had given him a fair shake. I hope that the unforgiving American court of public opinion will be a little kinder to me. God knows I deserve it.  After all, I have saved this country. I should get some credit for that.

Chap 13:  “I wish I was an Oscar Mayer Weiner….or had a wiener up my ass”:

One of the great perks, among many others, in being Vice President is there’s always someone available to poke you up the butt. Just the other night I was poking Mr. President up his rump when Karl Rove walked in on us completely out of the blue.  Instead of being the whiny, miserable little fat cretin he usually was, for once Rove made himself useful and, at my command, poked ME up the ass while I was poking the President.   Rove wasn’t so bad after all.  Everyone has their virtues.

Chap 17:  “Chickenhawk and proud of it”:

Our greatest Americans are people who have not served….and I would like to count myself as one of those great Americans who has not served.   My proudest moments in my government service is when I was Secretary of Defense under the first Bush Administration and in charge of sending young men and women to war to die.  I got a particular satisfaction out of  knowing that I, myself, had not served.  It made me feel like a king.  I feel a certain sense of nobility knowing that I’ve been responsible for so much death and despair….and gotten away with all of it….every last move.  And now I’m able to continue living like a king by raking in big bucks from suckers like you who buy this book.  Ain’t life grand.