Bush, you are the ultimate CUNT. I respect your cuntdom. I am feeble and weak before your cuntdom. You are the meister of cunts, the complete expression of cuntness. You are perfect, even as your Cunt Father is perfect. But I pray for an end to your cuntdom.
Your surge is a dry hump. No Astroglide is in sight. It is cuntly in the extreme. It is a sheepskin condom that can’t protect against HIV. It’s a withered latex condom that is going on five years past its expiration date. It is a broken condom, failing to protect against STDs and pregnancy.
I am feeble before your cuntdom, Lord Bush, but I will oppose your cuntdom till my dying breath, Lord Bush!
You are the Decider. You are the ram-horned Cunt Imperator. You are the behorned Goat of Mendes. You are the Cunt Baphomet, the destructor of the Republic!
You have pissed with your goat’s pizzle on our great nation. Old Glory is piss-soaked, in tatters! You have destructed the U.S.A. insofar as you were able, but we still stand in hatred against you! All of good will gather round to oppose your impious reign. You conjure Christ like a magician, but the Prince of Peace urinates on your nefarious designs, O Decision Maker of Cunts!
No man or woman of just purpose will rest until you are thrown into the outer darkness you deserve, yea, even till you are tossed like a rotten fish into the unquenchable fires of political Gehenna! For so it is written, “The Cunt shall be blessed by Belial, but the tuna shall stink even unto the four corners of the Earth.”
Damn you Bush, damn you, Cunt, fuck you, Cunt, fuck you fuck you fuck you!