Like I’ve been saying: fuck you, Lisa Madigan. If you wanted that Senate seat, you should have done like Jesse. Now you’ve got to go running off to the fucking Illinois Supreme Court to ask them to declare me “unfit to serve” or some bullshit. But, uh, who’s still fucking here?
Me. Fit as a fucking fiddle, returning to normalcy, praying with the ministers (that was a good fucking move, huh? stole that shit from Bill Clinton), and planning my presidential run in 2016. Yeah, I know, 2012 is out. But people got short memories. 2016. Be there.
John Harris? Didn’t need him anyway.
So, you know, now that things are all normalcy and shit I’ve got this little sideline gig. Don’t make me talk too much about it. It’s a delicate subject. And I still got these fucking wiretaps to worry about. But click here. Or just push here:
I’m the fucking Governor of Illinois, you know what I’m saying? Still am. Always will be. (Unless.) But really, ignore all this bullshit that’s going on. You have until 5 p.m. and I promise, it’ll be worth your fucking while.
Uh, excuse me, but is The Stranger simultaneously published in Seattle AND Chicago? No? I didn’t think so…
These posts are becoming a little tired. Perhaps you could have Norm Coleman start blogging about his troubles instead.
The children love you and your sardonic wit, Slog.
Sardonic? Perhaps. Witty…meh.
crude and tiresome
Uh excuse me…. Only Republican politicians can be criticized on this blog. All Democrats are JESUS-LIKE! Bu lee dat.
Fuck, Your posts sound like my writing when I have had way too much to drink. Fuck.