I bust my hump all week, and when I get home all's I want is to be left alone with my beer and my programs, maybe a little bit of shut-up from the wife if I'm lucky. The last thing I need is visual confirmation that US soldiers are getting themselves killed, and then getting shipped back home in dozens upon dozens of flag-draped coffins! I mean, what the fuck? I THOUGHT I was living in the g-d USA, where I have the right to have my information clamped down on. Information that might serve to take my mind off that crazy faggot Michael Jackson or make it harder for me to concentrate on The Bachelor VI: The Reckoning.
But now, thanks to these sonofabitchin' pictures, I gotta maybe start thinking of this war shit as a real thing, not one of those sweet video games by that awesome genius Tom Clancy. Thanks a lot, First Amendment Activist Russ Kick-- or should I say Comrade Jackoff von Douchebag!
Now I'm not exactly sure what the hell we're doing over there in Iraqistan, but I support it 200%, and anyone who don't is un-American and should be strung up for treason! Maybe that would convince these liberal a-holes to stop making trouble for George W. You gotta support your country! Maybe I can't go over there and fight, but if I could I sure as hell would! But I do my part right here at home by closing my ears and my mind to anything the even suggests this whole war was a colossal fuckup. It's the least I can do! And I'm gonna keep me an eye on that Indian dude who owns the deli down the street. Any false moves and I'll have his ass carted back to Arabia!
I'm gonna try my best to get those damn pictures out of my mind. They serve no purpose and they're just plain misleading. Now if you'll excuse me, 100 Hottest Celebrity Hookups is coming on and it's a real bitch getting the cellophane off those blank tapes.

