Saturday I crossed the line by becoming 51 years old (yes, it’s this life only). Now I enter the Crone phase of my life.
The Maiden phase was sweet, the Mother stint was loving, but now I get to really be THE BITCH.
So, let’s start this part of my life off and talk about David Vitter.
David, David, David… diapers galour and getting your little rocks off, and you still proclaim “Family Values”.
Now you want the Native Americans to keep their babies? I thought you were part of the crowd that wanted to limit birthrates for non-Whites in this country. To keep a proper majority in our land.
The only thing I can see is that you are now allowing Wendy (your wife, not the hooker) to play within your parameters of being. Now that you can get your rocks off it’s time to screw with other folks’ lives, ‘eh?
Yes, you get to be a slut behind closed doors, but the rest of us? We’re fuckin’ screwed under your watch.
Mr. Vitter, you are a sexual deviant (welcome to the Club) and in being so you have no right to determine the sexual relations of people, dogs, catz and box turtles. And you have no right to make a stand concerning the outcome of such excursions in the game of Life. You are a twisted sexual being… get over it and enjoy.
Take your Family Values B/S and shove it up your diapers baby. You’ve shit yourself so many times that you really don’t have a political future (well, GOPers are stupid morons… who knows?). Let Mama Wendy create a nice little nursery for you in that big house and you can resort to all the infantile thoughts you desire.
AND LEAVE THE REST OF US ALONE!