The People's Choice

by Duke Amboy

That's right, folks. The Duke is back.

I spent about a month wallowing in my own juices - a heinous cocktail of Bushmill's sweat and fouler secretions that I - in the name of public indecency - would be only too happy to mention...

So we're down to three. The field has been not only leveled, it's been carpet-bombed...

The far-right wing of the Rep party has John "Turncoat" McCain's nose so far up their collective shit-chute, I can only hazard a guess as to whose colon his proboscis is even now caressing...

You can only milk the POW teat for so long, Big John. Especially when your fellow inmates at the Hanoi Hilton keep going on record as to what a colossal, collaborationist cocksucker you were.

The Obama Nation - that Biblically multi-headed beast which has recently found its Scarlet Woman (okay, she's black, so sue me) - keeps screeching "Change! Change!" out of each of its orifices. Significant details as to what and how are yet to be forthcoming...

Hill and Bill. The machine rolls on, resistance is futile. Prepare to be assimilated.

Quite frankly, my disgust prevents me from doling out the insightful, nuanced political analysis my reader(s) have come to expect, and I can only hope that I'll be back to my choleric self sometime soon.

Until then, I'd like to leave you with these cheery words:

"The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night." - Friedrich Nietzsche