“The White House will allow key presidential aide Karl Rove and former counsel Harriet Miers to be interviewed by committees probing the firings of U.S. attorneys, but they will not testify under oath, Rep. Chris Cannon says.” - CNN.com
Well I have some breaking news of my own — Yesterday, on the way home from my job as CEO of Amazon.com, I noticed a small spacecraft had crashed in a in field beside the road. I pulled my Aston Martin Vanquish over to investigate. As I crept toward the downed saucer I heard what sounded like a 747 landing on my eardrum. Suddenly a much larger ship appeared from nowhere and hovered above. I saw a light, felt a mild tingling sensation and suddenly I was in a room full of aliens that looked eerily like green manifestations of Ann Coulter, except without male genitalia. Two of these creatures led me to a room and began to interrogate me in their strange language of beeps and gurgles. Amazingly when I cried out I did so in their language and soon their indecipherable babbling became clear. They demanded I take them to the studios of Rush Limbaugh. Apparently Rush’s voice, overamplified by the deep pockets of right wing special interest groups, was being received loud and clear on their home planet. As it turns out the polarizing words of the bloviating Limbaugh had caused civil unrest and warfare in a society that had enjoyed a millennium of blissful peace. Although Rush more than deserved to be torn limb from limb by these very angry creatures I convinced them not to harm Mr. Limbaugh any more than the OxyContin already had. You see, because it takes quite a while for radio-waves to travel between earth and the alien’s home world, my new friends were still caught up in the Clinton impeachment proceedings. I calmly explained that Clinton got off (pun certainly intended), and while the Republicans stole two elections, they lost the 2006 election and were embroiled in weekly scandals that were sure to cripple their party for decades. After sparing Rush’s pitiful, pill-popping, Caribbean little boy fondling existence I was beamed back to my car and the alien craft disappeared as quickly as it had come. I sped off to my sixty million dollar estate to tell my supermodel wife what had happened. She just nodded and asked it I thought her new sunglasses made her look fat.
I hope you have enjoyed my story. It is entirely based in fact and reality — about as based in fact and reality as the load of happy-horseshit that will spew forth from the likes of Carl Rove and Harriet Miers if they are not forced to testify under oath. This is unaceptable and I hope the Democrats do everything in their power to make these assholes testify before God and country.
Hope all you micks are having a great St.Patricks Day, we decided to watch Boondock Saints while drinking copious amounts of Capitan. Hope you get some pussy too.
President Yahya Jammeh, of the postage stamp sized West African nation of Gambia, claims to have learned the cure for AIDS through a series of dreams. The “cure” consists of a mix of seven herbs and spices to be taken daily, one spoonful for children, two for adults. Jammeh has no medical training but claims his family has a history of healing through traditional practices. All this is great but I have dreams too; however this doesn’t mean Christina Ricci is ever going to show up to my house in edible underwear with a bull whip and a gallon of fudge ripple ice cream. But enough about me — Can you possibly stoop lower than to extend false hope to those in the grips of a fatal disease? Not only is hope falsely given but those taking life extending medications are switching to the president’s witch’s brew. Maybe someone in Gambia will act out a dream of shooting up the presidential motorcade and solve this silliness once and for all.
I lately wrote introduction of myself and to how I was made to write my thinkings here. Almost at once a question came to me ( Proma wrote on March 9…Interesting.. So is there anything you like about the US ?) asking if there was anything at all I like about America. Thank you — loyal reader for interest in me but please do not raise suspicion if I dislike America. Take attention immigration officers, men from Department of Homelands Security, and other various men in black suits and dark sunglasses — I, Mister Kunty Tankatrucks love the great empire of America!!! For what reason would I be here if not for my love of country. I come here more than ten years ago with nothing but shirt on back and now I have color television, microwave oven and twelve speed bicycle with breaks. Who wants more than this? I wash dishes for a kind man who pays me three dollar cash every hour I work and lets me eat the remains of the souvlaki and spinach pie customers not finish. I live in apartment that government gives free if you fill out proper papers. I receive wonderful coupons from state that I trade for beer and cigarettes at the Indians preservation. I tell you - America is almost better than when Communists run old country. Things are very cheap to buy here. There is the nicest man on floor of my apartment that sells things like razors, socks and DVDs for only a few dollars. I like man much but I worry how he shakes when selling his things. Even love life is better here in America. Back in Romania my wife Brigita need almost whole litre vodka before she mistake me for butcher and fulfil wifely duty. In America all I need is five dollar and bus token to receive quality hand release. So you see — officers of secret government police — I am a lover of all things America and do not deserve your attentions — please direct them to the Bulgarians and Hungarians. Thank you.
I’m glad to see our Latin American neighbors think George Bush is as big of a scum bag as we do. In fact, based on the violent protests that have greeted the Commander in Cheat everywhere his plane lands, it could be argued he is more reviled there, or it may be were too busy ordering lowfat lattes and arguing over the NCAA Men’s basketball tournament to take notice of the autocratic nature of the nation in which we now reside. In Colombia, a decoy motorcade was sent out to draw out would-be assassination attempts. Do you suppose they played roca, tijeras, papel to choose drivers for the assignment? Because of security concerns the president only stayed in Colombia for seven hours. Come on — Sting can have sex longer than seven hours for Christ’s sake. Also, you would think Colombians would have more respect for a guy that was once a regular consumer of one of the nations top exports. My guess is our illustrious leader will be relieved to return to the friendly confines of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, but only if some aide or another is smart enough to hide all the guns from Dick.
I would like to give greetings to all capitalist pigs that would occasion to view this webpage. I Mister Kunty Tankatrucks have been made interested in writing for this page. This all started the Saturday before last. I was in an incredible state of stupor sitting outside my favorite bar here in U.S. - which if you wonder — is a shithole compared to every bar in Romania. As I was sitting there trying to tell my legs to stop being such communist traitors –when two punks started kicking at me and taking from my pockets my cigarettes, money and official state provided non driver identification card. As I cursed their mothers in my native tongue the younger stopped pissing on my legs and replied in my language - calling me a crab infested son of a Gypsy prostitute. This gave us all good laugh as all Gypsy mothers are prostitute. Before you could say vodka we were in bar laughing over old country and drinking like papa and I once did. The boys took me home and I believed would be last I see of them. Next day they pounded door and give me on-lap computer I am using now to say these things. They tell me to say what is on mind or else they call immigration and send me back - all after sending me to hospital. I hope you enjoy the thinkings of wise old man.
It hasn’t taken long for the introduction of the new dollar coins to ruin the life of two promising young entertainers in Atlanta. Angryromanian.com first reported on this crisis February 16th. Ashley Miller and Heather Johnson, or “Adrienne” and “Charlie” as they are known in their professional life as dancers at the Shooter Alley night club, were arrested last week, several days after robbing a Bank Of America. The story made national headlines because the girls were overheard giggling behind their designer sunglasses by frightened bank customers. One of the girls is also charged with drug possession. By all accounts and descriptions these girls are attractive and were reportedly making good money at Shooter Alley. So, why rob a bank? Could it be the impending onslaught of self-esteem gouging dollar coins? I certainly think there could be a link here. Repeated calls to Shooter Alley yielded nothing but beer specials and lap dance rates, but we here at Angryromanian.com promise to follow up on this story — even if it means going deep undercover as patrons of local strip joints to get the scoop. Stay tuned!!!
I don’t have much to say about this except — Holy Shit - Just look at this guy! I can’t imagine the jury was out more than five minutes - unless someone had to take a dump. This guy certainly looks like a pedophile/rapist/murderer — but then again he also looks like half the Republicans in the House of Representatives.
I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, Vice president Dick Cheney’s former Chief of Staff, was found guilty on four of five counts against him. Can I get a Woo-Hoo? It is about time someone in this criminal administration was held accountable for their actions. Hopefully Scooter will be the first in a long line of administration officials to be publicly humiliated and sent to jail. Libby faces twenty-five years to life, and I personally hope the judge sends him away for a long time. Some feel Libby is a scapegoat, and in fact the jury expressed “a tremendous amount of sympathy” for him, but I find this sympathy misplaced. Do you think Libby, or any number of other administration pit-bulls, feel sorry for the lives they have ruined? Lets rewind and focus on the root cause of this case — trumped up pre-war intelligence. Is there any sign of sympathy, from the Bush regime, for the thousands of U.S. troops killed or maimed in Iraq — a place they would have never been had the American people not been lied to. Obviously not — unless you consider the refusal of our president to attend a single funeral for a fallen solder or the treatment our wounded have received at Walter Reid as signs of sympathy. And so I hope the judge not only throws the book at Libby, but also that Democratic leadership has the courage to start issuing subpoenas and initiating investigations . And we shouldn’t stop until every rock has been overturned and every slug, worm and parasite has been “smoked out” from their holes in the liars den that is the White House.
The city council of New York has passed a non-binding resolution banning the word nigger. The main argument is that the word is increasingly used lightly in conversation and in greeting among young people. Also targeted by this resolution are rappers, many of whom drop the N-bomb more than they scream their own stage-names. I have a problem with this ridiculous piece of legislation in so many ways. Does banning the word nigger mean that words like spic, mic, whop, and kyke are OK? Or how about spear chucker or porch monkey — Are these all right? I guess my point here is that banning one word is a slippery-slope –oh hey - slope - there’s one I forgot - Anyway, if you ban one - don’t you have to ban them all. And speaking of slippery slopes - what is the point of a non-binding resolution? Is it simply to make a statement? — not necessarily. I see it as a step in the direction of creating legislation criminalizing the use of the word. And who would that punish? Not whites. Show me a white person that has the balls to utter the word nigger loud enough for anyone to hear on the streets of New York City. The target would be blacks. Do we really need to give the NYPD another excuse to harass NYC’s minorities? Think about it. The intent of this resolution may be good intentioned but what happens when it becomes probable cause to pull over a car because DMX is wondering “where all my niggaz at”. We should title the resolution “How to enable New York’s finest to racially profile at ease” or maybe “Let’s see how many young black men can fit on Rikers Island before they start falling into the East River”. And if none of these arguments holds any sway with you lets not forget the First Fucking Amendment you jackasses.
“The White House will allow key presidential aide Karl Rove and former counsel Harriet Miers to be interviewed by committees probing the firings of U.S. attorneys, but they will not testify under oath, Rep. Chris Cannon says.” - CNN.com
