You can take your “politically correct” and shove it up your ass

failownedpolitenessbill

Top 20 Tuesday can suck it this week.  I got something on my mind . . . Let me be straight with you folks (there’s a joke in there, you’ll see in a minute), I am about as into politics as a teenager is into homework.  I could really give a shit less.  Politicians care only about themselves, they all lie and not a single one of them trusts even each other.  Every single time, no exceptions, period. You want to know when I’m going to trust a politician?  When he walks up to the podium in cargo shorts, a T-shirt and flip-flops, flips up the devil horns and exclaims “Duuuuuuuuuudes!  I would like to announce my candidacy for President of the YEEEEWWWnited States!   . . . and I’m am SOOO fucked up right now – HAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” That, I’m votin’ for.  Because at least he’s honest.  Sure, he also has no idea what he’s doing but that obviously was not a prerequisite for his predecessors. So, what is my non-political ass doing writing about politics then?  Mostly just because I’m annoyed.  You know, I try to sit down and read the paper in the morning with my breakfast.  There’s nothing like an advice columnist with her head up her ass or the heartwarming story of the guy in Wilkes County that shot and killed a guy that broke into his house with a machete at 4 in the morning, but I’m not getting that. Read the rest . . .