Yesterday, I was in Dallas for work, during which I watched a court reporter furiously take down terms such as “stank eye” and “SOL.” While at Dallas Fort-Worth Airport, I saw the face of evil (and his little aide too!):
I stood behind K-Rove on the jet bridge. K-Rove and his little aide sat in business class, while I sat two rows behind at the front of coach. I stared at the little wisps of hair floating on the back of his head, covering a brain that has been behind the demolition of our Constitution and destruction of American democratic ideals. A little brain that accurately surmised that idiots in the country would vote for another four years of drinking Dubya-branded diarrhea tea, because of a flyer showing Dubya in front of a battered church with an unidentified baby.
Before the flight took off, and before the flight attendants made their “turn off electronic devices” announcement, I furiously texted friends of my newfound predicament.
I’M ON A PLANE WITH KARL ROVE. SHOULD I TAKE HIM OUT? HA HA.
I added the “Ha Ha” to prevent Big Brother Homeland Security from hopping on the plane and taking me out kicking and screaming under the guise of the Patriot Act. I received multiple responses, including:
lol . . .
Love it! That is crazy
Seriously?! Ha ha — Don’t waste the bullet; we slaughtered ’em on 11/04 anyway!
U should shit in his shoe since he shit all over our lives, then claim privilege
My friends are creative. I did indeed think about shitting in his shoes, but I just didn’t have it in me, if you know what I mean.
Back to Karl Rove. That man just exudes evil. From his little beady eyes, to the creepy power-hungry aide he wants to bang, K-Rove almost scared the crap out of me. (I say almost, otherwise I would have . . . well, see above). Anger brewed inside of me, as I thought of various ways I could poison his American Airlines chocolate chip cookie.
But then it dawned on me. We won! Yeah beyotch! Take that!