Bam is on his way to The Second Term. Based on The Electoral College as of today, Obama is anilatin’ Mr Plastic’s ass!
Bam: 332
Mittens: 206
Looks like a ass whuppin’ in the makin’.
The people are speakin’!
Yeah Boy!
…on everything.
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Bam is on his way to The Second Term. Based on The Electoral College as of today, Obama is anilatin’ Mr Plastic’s ass!
Bam: 332
Mittens: 206
Looks like a ass whuppin’ in the makin’.
The people are speakin’!
Yeah Boy!
Posted on October 3, 2012 at 1:55 am in ::life::, ::our history::, Politikin' | RSS feed | Respond | Trackback URL
… Sigh. No wonder the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Well, America, anyway. Don’t mind me. I’m just sitting here with an empty bottle of Jack. Bitter, lonely, sad, depressed to no end. About to end this life, don’t see a resolution for what’s happening to this country. Obama isn’t worth a shit, but neither is Romney. It doesn’t matter anyway, because racial bias from both sides (whites, blacks, hispanics, asians, etc. etc. etc. insert race here, don’t matter… racism everywhere) is running rampant. It’s uncalled for. I can’t sand it. If Obama’s skin color was different, would you be an advocate? I doubt it. Can’t stand the dumbfuckery. Can’t stand people that bastardize the English language. Can’t even stand myself because I’m a walking contradiction because of my aforementioned bitterness.
It’s funny. I’m sitting here writing this on a blog, knowing full well what I’m about to do to myself. Contemplating suicide already, I was reading around about Rae Carruth, and the sad story of what he conspired and about his alleged son. That kind of shit will depress anybody further than anything, but nonetheless I found your blog. Not much to really say. I just need to get this over with. This will be easy. Hopefully quick, too. My pain, of what I feel is perennial in an abysmal whirlwind of loneliness (burnt bridges, family, friends and past loves). Only hurting myself and not anybody else with my demise. Here we go. Goodbye, Benz.
I hope you get the help you obviously need…