When I put the full weight of my journalistic prowess behind the next group of Republican and Tea Party candidates their gonna' wish they'd never heard of me. THEY'VE NEVER HEARD OF ME.My journalistic prowess has been a diet lately though. I've lost most of my spare tediousness, my double-chin music,and half my pretentious density.They may not even recognize me. If they ever did.
The point is; I will fuckin' endorse you. The thirty people who read my stuff know thirty other people and these people probably know somebody.Just think about that late nights on The Square Biz Express To Nigger-Hater Heaven Campaign Bus when your tryin' to catch forty sweet ones. Rabble -bitch-rouser Buster Falkowski endorses YOU. Ain't that a zombie apocalyptic bite to the crotch.
It might take some time but the poison of my enthusiastic support is insidious, potent, and inevitably terminal.Your only solace is that, for now, the mouth of the cancerous river of my unflinching pimpage opens at the portal of my feeble blog-site.My partner and I are gonna' bust out of here, big time, pretty quick though.
SEE IF WE DON'T!
And
See you on the campaign trail.
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