Third Night in Denver

Dig if you will the third night of Democrats setting the stage for The One to blow it all away tonight at Mile High Field. Wednesday was a really busy night but if you stuck in there you heard some really powerful rap.

First up, Hill, being a completely class act, moves my nomination to acclamation.



Goose-fucking-bumps! She even brings a tear to my perpetually dry eyes. She is a political animal... and she's on my side. Hmm. Fuck you, McCain.

Then it was The Slick One's turn and he performed only like Big Bill Clinton can. Amazing. I'm not worthy! I study at the feet of the oratorical master. Oh, and did you dig the love the crowd was laying on Mr. Two Term? Nice.



And then came Joe. Dude... he is going to kick Mitten's Sexy Sarah's ass in the debates. He is a blue collar rock star.



And now... tonight... finally... O.

Second Night in Denver

Wow... just wow. Hill was in rare form, yo. She was electrifying. I have no beef with that speech... at all. She did exactly what she said she would do and I gotta respect 'ol girl for that. Plus, she was rocking that orange pantsuit, right? What can I say? O loves him some thickness.

The Price of Peace

Today I wrote a personal check for $2,300 to Hill. My girl Moneypenny and her husband wrote one too. This is to help her with her campaign debt. It isn't that the money bothers me but this is money, after all, she blew trying to beat me. This was money she didn't have. She knew it when she spent it. She was so focused on short term gain that she didn't think about this moment. That is foolish and risky behavior.

And yet her supporters still think she is more qualified to be Prezo than I am. Interesting, right? Yawn.

Thank You, Hill

Check out my campaign home page. A big shout out to our girl. You rocked that shit.

Now, let's go kick the Mummy's ass!

Concession, Finally

Hill's speech just ended. She read it just like I wrote it at Dianne's crib. She even pulled off the "Yes, we can" line with aplomb. She gave it all up. And, as always, the wagon she's draggin' looked outstanding in the dark pants suit. I like a thick chick.

I was kinda pissed that the many mentions of my name peppered throughout the speech didn't cause the kind of rapturous swooning from her so-called supporters that I easily elicit from my loyal Obamabots during our massive rallies.

We are reviewing the tapes of her speech now to identify the specific non-clapping asshats and are already planning 2009's Internal Revenue audits. Suck that, ingrates.

O, out.

I Fucking Win

Yo, I have to admit that my girl Hill was tougher than I thought. I figured after Super Tuesday she'd understand that I spanked that shapely ass and she'd go away. But 'ol girl gets mad props for the mass balls.

Regardless, I fucking won!!

Yeah, I'm pretty stoked. I am really close to being the Prezo, which is cool don't get me wrong, but I am more excited about sleeping in the Lincoln Bedroom. That fucking moron Bush said no when I asked him about it last year so I decided to run for Prezo myself. I can't stand that idiot. Watch the set in January and you'll see me flip his ass off.

Afterwards I'm headed upstairs to drop my royal ass on Abe's bed.

O, out.