Last night this bitch exhausted my self attempting to spank the asshole out of a certain Scooter Bush.
Oh for the love of all that is dream-based and corrective…a bitch didn’t really spank him.
Lawd, don’t you think that would have made the sorta-news (wink)?
Okay, it has been a while since a bitch broke out the merciless rod of correction. Allow me to explain. From time to time a bitch enjoys dream-based correction. These dreams are just dreams and in no way reflect reality.
Where was I?
Last night…whilst this bitch slumbered...I indulged in a session of dream-based correction that involved my merciless rod of bitchitude making contact smartly with Scooter B.’s pale ass.
I descended from my bejeweled thrown and approached Scooter B. who was bound tightly to the four points of discipline.
“Do you know why you have been released from your cage and brought before me?” I asked.
“No Mistress! Surely I have not displeased you?!?” he gasped.
“Well I watched your State of the Union Speech.”
“Yes Mistress?” he replied, careful not to raise his gaze.
“And something important was missing…something very crucial and insulting in its absence.”
“Well, there wasn’t any mention of the post hurricane rebuilding effort and the status of things in New Orleans or the Gulf Region in general…you sorry assed ignorant could give a shit waste of space and insult to leadership WORTHLESS THUG OF A SORTA-HUMAN!”
A bitch paused and considered the weight of the rod.
“Come to think of it, I don’t think you are correctable. You’re too far gone…rotten to the core…polluted beyond salvation.” A bitch sighed. “I think you should remain as you are so that the masses may witness your incompetence, lack of compassion, complete neglect of a domestic emergencies and general unworthiness. Mayhap my fellow Americans will choose better next time around if the stench of you lingers.”
This bitch returned to my thrown and cast Scooter B. back to the West Wing…then settled into the remainder of my dream, which involved Dick Cheney peeling grapes for a PFLAG meeting.
And then I woke up.