Thursday, September 15, 2005

DUmmie FUnnies 09-15-05 (Sick DUmmie Wishes Heart Attack On Bush)

WOW! I've known for quite some time that the DUmmies are completely DERANGED when it comes to the subject of George W. Bush. Their total HATE knows no bounds but this DUmmie THREAD titled, "My Letter To Bush," goes way beyond even the most vile of venom spewing out of DUmmieland. The author of the piece is DUmmie lynettebro440. I repeat, DUmmie lynettebro440, for you law enforcement people and shrinks out there. In this edition of the DUmmie FUnnies, we will concentrate SOLELY on sicko DUmmie lynettebro440. I repeat, sicko lynettebro440. And the vicious post of DUmmie lynettebro440, I repeat, DUmmie lynettebro440, is in Bolshevik Red while the commentary of your humble correspondent, who thinks that DUmmie lynettebro440 is so full of HATE that she most likely is the one to suffer a heart attack, is in the [brackets]:

My Letter To Bush

[Your Poison Penn Letter to Bush.]


You don't know me; I live in the heart of this great nation called the United States of America. I live inside the heart of every American and every human on earth. I'm that spot in your heart that pumps fresh air into the smut that we inhale every day from your administration’s destruction of me. I am a person and I am angry.

[You're NOT human but you sure are angry...and MAD as a moonbat.]

You don't know me because I haven't been loud enough for you to hear me and get to know me. I'm the heart of all of those people you have touched with sadness and grief. I wake up every morning and go to work, I make just enough to support myself, I don't own a gas guzzling SUV and I didn't vote for you or any election that your family has been associated with for the last 4 decades.

[Only EVIL Republicans drive gas guzzling SUVs...except for the one that John Kerry drove but somehow claimed he didn't own because his Sugar Mommy bought it for him.]

You almost got to know me once in 1988, with your daddy's connection to a sadistic child porn and kidnapping ring that was running amuck in the little big city in the heartland of Nebraska. I wish that you would have gotten to know me back then because it would have meant that my voice would have been loud enough to be heard over you and your family’s scandal. You didn't get to know me but I got to know you, the true you, the corrupt, vile, sadistic, pedophilic person that you and your family are really about.

[Oh yes. The "well known" child porn and kidnapping ring that George Herbert Walker Bush ran in Nebraska during the middle of his 1988 presidential campaign. Thanx for proving your (in)credibility.]

You don't know me but I would like to introduce myself to you. My name is unimportant to you but I'll describe myself a little to you so that you might better be able to understand who I am, and who the people like me in the world are, and who you are soon going to get to meet. You might want to have old Dick Cheney maybe read this letter with you because he might better be able to explain to you, due to his own heart experiences, the kind of person that I am and what it means.

[Yes, DUmmie lynettebro440. Describe yourself a little more so the Secret Service can more easily locate you for a "little talk."]

George, I am like a heart attack that is about to happen to you. I realize that your heart doesn't have the capabilities to feel any emotions, since this has been apparent for most of your life. But no George, believe me, this is how you are going to feel. I'm a lot like a heart attack George and let me explain to you what I am and what I can do to you. You'll first get a little twinge inside your heart, a pain that makes you take attention. You'll wonder "What was that?" kind of feeling and you'll shake it off and continue doing whatever it was you were doing. But soon you'll get a stronger pain, and then a tingle down your arm. You will have no choice but to pay attention now and you will begin to have little fear coming over you. You'll have to sit down and take a rest.

[And you, DUmmie lynettebro440, are like a FART that won't go away. Your noxious fumes linger long after you have spewed your venom.]

But George, just like the start of a true heart attack, you won't be able to brush this off. Soon you heart will begin giving you pain that will drop you to your knees and at this point you will be begging the Jesus whose name you have been taking in vain, and swear that you will never again hurt anyone and you will help all the poor. But George, it will be too late for you by that time.

[It was long ago too late for you DUmmie lynettebro440. Your twisted mind is permanently warped.]

I am your heart George; I am the heart of America. We the people that have a heart are like the pumping of such blood that feeds yours. And unlike you, I do know you. I have paid very close attention to you; I have been quiet, except to educate my own children to fight the battles that I have fought since I was their age with your family. I have kept my heart healthy, I eat right, (I smoke but no worse then what you give me to breathe anymore) I care about my fellow man, and I want everyone to have the same rights as myself. I am like your heart George, and I am about to drop you to your knees.

[This definitely sounds like a DEATH THREAT from a deranged stalker. I repeat. The name is DUmmie lynettebro440.]

You killed my brothers and sisters in full view on TV, right in front of my eyes. You held back help and aid to dying people as they slowly starved to death. Well George, there is an old saying in the heartland of America. You reap what you sow. I only wish that I could be the one in that room with you, when your heart drops you to your knees. I only wish that I could be holding the aspirin or defibrillator as I stand across the room and smirk at you while you experience the slow painful death that you will encounter as you die in front of me. I can only hope I can be as uncaring and despicable as you have been to me and my fellow humans during this time with you. I honestly hope George that you experience as much pain as you have given all of us because of the lack of caring from your own heart.

[Yup. Definitely a candidate for a padded cell in the John Hinckley ward of the Lee Harvey Oswald Mental Health Institute.]

I hope that you have gotten to know me better George, I'm your heart and I'm about to take you to your knees. It was nice knowing you. Adios...

[It was NOT nice knowing you, DUmmie lynettebro440. Adios...]

The Heart of America

[They know I can't move a finger and I want to just sit here and be quiet just in case they suspect me. They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching... they'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly..."]


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Blogger Mudi said...

*unrelated to this post* Wow, PJ! George Bushytail himself posted on a comment a few days back!

This one. Yeah, I think I got it right this time.

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Blogger FlaK said...

I guess they forgot that President Bush got a clean bill of health about a month ago...and he's an exercise nut. Too bad for them.

It's also kinda scary the hate that seems to exude from these people.

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Blogger Ninja R said...

This is probably the worst attempt at metaphor I think I've ever read. I am your heart? I am that spot in your heart? You're a heart attack? Are you trying to say you're about to self-destruct?


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