The bad news? It's run by a fat, ugly tattooed twat who loves stinky John Hinckley Jr., the crazy assassin.
The Stinky Hinckley story just gets sicker and sicker, doesn't it?
Think of all the time and money WASTED on this pudgy cocksucker. His mommy is filthy rich, she's most certainly been paying off everyone she can, and skating him away from real jail to a cushy hospital wasn't enough.
She orchestrated time-outs for him to come home to her, while burdening the government with psychiatric exams, monitoring equipment and paying guards to ferry the bastard around and keep an eye on him. And now? Now that he'll be home in a "gated community," the government will be spending MILLIONS OF DOLLARS on this asshole, the FBI and CIA still having to keep him under surveillance.
Meanwhile, Jodie Foster and a lot of others, including this fat moron's neighbors, will have to worry that he might still have enough testosterone to go berserk.
The spin-happy press found Fatso McVinyl to giddily declare how much FUN her pal Hinckley is. He always BUYS something. He's the Lord of the Trying to Kill a President Sale. As long as he lumbers in and BUYS something, he's a real peach.
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