The media would not hesitate to bend your poop out of shape over Swine Flu, and when a comedian makes a joke about a fat-faced loudmouth on AM radio all day they act as if John Wayne Gacy blew up Columbine.
I am referring to Wanda Sykes performance at the White House Correspondents Dinner last Saturday. She said, “Rush Limbaugh said he hopes this administration fails. I hope his kidneys fail, how about that?” I think that sounds awesome! Thanks for asking.
“She went too far,” cried the bullies from their 24-hour pulpits. “Terribly inappropriate,” said the Republican torture-apologists. Oh really? Personally, I don’t think comedy can go far enough to emphasize how much dialysis Rush Limbaugh is going to need to pump all that hillbilly heroin out of his system. I hope his kidneys fail like I wish for a white Christmas every December.
Dick Cheney should be enema-boarded. It’s like water boarding, but lower. Enema-board him least 183 times, or until he finally confesses that he wants to gay marry Khalid Sheik Mohammed.
And you know what else?
If I find myself sick with cancer, I’m going to write a tell-all book before I die about John Edwards’s philandering penis. His wife is making a fortune off it – why can’t I?
“Facing life’s challenges is about courage. My husband John Edwards is absolutely ignorant about courage because of his small penis, and the way it compels him to have extra-marital affairs with ugly bags while I am having chemotherapy [cough cough].”
Congratulations to Wanda and her wife on the new twins!
The Smiths - Big Mouth Strikes Again