Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Even MORE Shit You Couldn't Make Up

We pay him a bunch of money to be our expert on homeland security, and Chertoff informs us that he has, get this, a "hunch." Wow. Why don't we save the $$$ we're giving him and pay an ape some bananas to throw her own shit at a map and calender to figure out where and when the next attack will be? I have a "hunch" someone might not know what the fuck he's doing. But then again, I predicted I'd get laid this century, so maybe we're all just guessing. Sigh.

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