A bitch woke up unable to completely remember my dream from last night.
It’s rather foggish, but a bitch recalls the fierce dream-based correction of a certain Senator Kerry…which involved, among other things, him writing I Will Not Talk Crazy on an enormous chalkboard non-stop for the next …what is it, 6 days?
Lawd, have mercy!
It doesn’t matter what he meant to say…since we are now shoveling out from what he did say…and this bitch thought what he did say was rather insulting my own self.
A bitch thinks he should be taken away…far away…waaaaaay far away...PLEASE...since he still has some inner work to do when it comes to accepting the reality that 2008 is not gonna be his year.
I’m surviving this unfortunate media moment with the following mental picture…
Senator Kerry, bedecked in boxing gear with a microphone swinging above him whilst he shadow boxes…ummm...well, the shadowfied demons of previous election verbal fumbletastic event-like happenings.
Kerry grabs the microphone and attempts to channel LL Cool J…
Dont call it a comeback
I been here for years
Annoying my peers and puttin undecides in fear