What are you listening to?

[Dung Beatles]

[hungryjoe]

Tipper Gore still has her strap on. Nasty Al Gore.

I heard it third hand but remember the "hearing" vividly. Dee rocks.

[submessenger]

Dee rocks.

I would vote him as President, even though he's an apparent Democrat.
I would vote for Larry Flynt, too.
But, just to bring you lefties crashing down, I would definitely vote for Ted Nugent.

These men personally understand the value of 1A. I can't see a 2A conflict with Nugent, at all, so in a head-to-head contest, he would be my choice.

[hungryjoe]

I would vote him as President, even though he's an apparent Democrat.
I would vote for Larry Flynt, too.
But, just to bring you lefties crashing down, I would definitely vote for Ted Nugent.

These men personally understand the value of 1A. I can't see a 2A conflict with Nugent, at all, so in a head-to-head contest, he would be my choice.

I can picture Ted standing at press conferences. Armed to the teeth.

Imagine CNN's coverage.

[hungryjoe]

[W. Rabbit]

[W. Rabbit]

[Dung Beatles]

I can picture Ted standing at press conferences. Armed to the teeth.

Imagine CNN's coverage.

First President to actually shoot someone on 5th Avenue.

[Dung Beatles]

I would vote him as President, even though he's an apparent Democrat.
I would vote for Larry Flynt, too.
But, just to bring you lefties crashing down, I would definitely vote for Ted Nugent.

These men personally understand the value of 1A. I can't see a 2A conflict with Nugent, at all, so in a head-to-head contest, he would be my choice.

So as long as we're talking pure fiction, I vote Oscar the Grouch for President. That's will show them all who's boss. He doesn't like anything or anyone, not even little kids and he carries his garbage can with him every where he goes. He skins and stuff Mitch McConnell and Adam Shiff because he wants to be fair.

He brings back the holocaust, but not for jews, for everyone whose name ends in a vowel. He hangs Ernie's broken body, blood eagle style, over the Oval Office desk. He appoints the Count to be secretary of the Treasury, but instead the old Count goes full Vlad the Impaler on the IRS, investment bankers, lobbyists, quantitative analysts, statisticians, CPA's and everyone that has ever worked on Wall Street. Why? Because he is a wrathful god and they have sinned.

Oscar force marries Bert and consummates the wedding beneath Ernie's fresh corpse. The Secret Service hold Bert down but they learned on the first night of the new administration not to make eye contact. The IG's are replaced with Snufflupagus because nobody can find him when they're looking for him. Big Bird is force fed methamphetamine, starved until feral, sworn in as a commissioned officer in the United States Navy and named Press Secretary.

B. Bird immediately devours the 4 career journalists and two pulitzer prize winners in the front row. Big Bird is arrested immediately but unfortunately there's a stack of xeroxed pardons for all crimes sitting on Oscar's desk and he's already signed 30 of them. The reign of avian terror captivates the news for weeks until Ted Nugent and Big Bird die horribly, having plunged to their deaths while while engaged in brutal hand to hand combat.

Oscar has a statue of Big Bird laughing at the corpses of his slaughtered victims erected where the Lincoln Memorial once stood. Lt Commander Elmo takes his place at the podium but dies from a massive coronary during his maiden press conference. It is later ruled a suicide and President Grouch storms the funeral service to piss directly into Elmo's sightless, dead eyes.

The moral of this story? Morals, integrity and ethics are for weak beta pussy cucks.

The end.

[AprilRains]

So as long as we're talking pure fiction, I vote Oscar the Grouch for President.

No, Oscar is a police informant. He sees things from his trash can vantage. Mostly he rats to Ernie, who is kind of crazy compared to his partner Bert, who goes by the book.

[W. Rabbit]

[TNMP]

[W. Rabbit]

[Dung Beatles]

Chris Cornell had so much musical talent. An unbelievably talented musician.

I could try my entire life and play until I got CTS in both wrists and wear my fingers down to the palm of my hand and never come near where he is. Sometimes I wish I majored in music like my grandmother but impostor syndrome would have eaten me alive.

[Dung Beatles]