Hey Fuckface. Yeah, you in the Navigator. Howz it goin fuckface? Hey, I just wanted to stop and let you know that my bike lock is feelin especially vocal today, and asked me to introduce the two of you so you could have a nice conversation. Obviously, the statement presented by the blinky on the back of my bike wasn't sufficient, seein as how you still chose to attempt to kill me with your two-ton urban assault machine. Your bumper presented a very strong argument against the side of my leg, but it wasn't enough to break any bones. Now, my bike lock is ready for a rebuttal. I'm really looking forward to seeing how this conversation pans out.
I see you got your Kerry sticker on the back of your vehicle there. Nice. Nice "Defend America Defeat Bush" sticker as well. Tell you what, though; I could give a shit who you're voting for. You know why? Cuz voting is for chumps. That's right, voting is for chumps, and if I were a lawyer trying to prove that in court, you, my friend, would be a walking, talking Exhibit fucking A.
Look at you. Wasting the very oil that Bush led us into institutionalized murder for. Polluting the same environment that his policies trash. Driving around with the same selfish abandon that characterizes his family's entire political career (including his grampa). You personify the nature of the "democratic" party: You're so busy hating everything republican that you have lost the capacity for self-consciousness. You have compromized your ideals so many times in life that you have completely become what you claim to be against. Do us all a favor and just drive off a cliff, why don't you?
The way I see it, having the democrats in control as opposed to Bush will be like having someone slowly penetrate your chest with a knife at say, one inch per minute. Personally, if I'm gonna be stabbed, I'd rather it be done quick and clean so I can set about the business of bandaging the wound and healing. What you dems seem to forget is that if you aren't living the ideals you hold, then you might as well give up.
Well, I guess my bike lock doesn't have much to say after all. I just can't bring myself to smash in your pathetic skull, much as the idea moves me. When presented with the real situation of hurting someone, it just isn't in me I suppose. Besides, you aren't worth it, you miserable sack of shit.