This is the kind of shit I want to see on every goddamn TV in this country between now and November:
My God so many reasons this commercial makes my political dick hard. Finally, the end of my side practicing the politics of pansiness. Finally, the pro-life party that started the festival of death gets its shit called.
And we don't do it in the dirty, lying, Swift Boat type of way. We don't have to. There is no need to lie or slander. All we have to do is take what they do and shove it down their throats.
Look Alex's mother in the eye John McCain. Do it enough times and maybe you'll stop treating life and death like it's some type of joke:
Did I miss something? Should I have made up some sort of soundtrack to the thought of the North Vietnamese beating the living piss out of you when you were a POW? Because you know John, the first time I heard that story, about what they did to you, I didn't think it was funny at all. I really don't get the whole war as a joke thing.
Maybe we're just different, you and me. I'm OK with that. I'm totally OK with being nothing like you.
Good luck Alex.
