Tuesday

Scooter Ain't No Snitch

Say what you want, but my boy I. Lewis, AKA "Scooter," AKA "the ILL Factor" (<-- I. Lewis Libby) ain't nobody's punk ass snitch.

Of course what would you be more afraid of, federal prison or that nut with a gun Dick Cheney? Just ask Harry "Leadface" Whittington. Dickey C. is hard, son. He not only will shoot your sorry bitch ass in the face, but he will make you publicly apologize for it; you will have to apologize for putting your ugly ass face in front of one of Mr. Cheney's good guns. That's fuckin' hard, son!



The GOP, son, is big ups for posse. They roll tight, they roll hard. They get away with murder. And, nobody snitches, not on Tom DeLay, not on Dickey C., not on Alberto, and mos def not on KKKarl (no one gives a rat's ass about Bushie anymore). Nobody snitches. So, stop snitching.

The dems? If snitching was an Olympic (tm) event...shit.... Well, let's just say, bling-bling, son!