I do mean to imply that King Pimple wants the US to be attacked.
In fact he craves for it to happen.
In fact he craves for it to happen.
I remember when former President Shrub was mocked for speaking in front of "Mission Accomplished" that was displayed behind him as a sign on an aircraft carrier.
Yet at no time did the Shrub put us in jeopardy for his political and ideological delight.
But King Pimple of a Man has.
When a decision was made to pull of Iraq, King Pimple offered that "Bush set this in motion". Yet, for months while campaigning as the Angel of Hope and Change, then Senator Obama opined that it was all Bush's fault putting us into Iraq. King Pimple thus plays the Iraq situation from both sides of the fence - whining we went, whining we stayed, and whining that Bush forced him to retreat from Iraq.
King Pimple is quite a piece of work. As he crafted his Iraq pullout strategy (based on what Bush said - which means King Pimple had no plan of his own and just followed a man whom he blames for everything bad), he also had no exit strategy to ensure that Iraq would not break open into civil war after we left. We were assured that Bush had trained the Iraqi forces and that these forces would show more backbone than Congressional Republicans.
As King Pimple retreated from Iraq and upheld his promise to waste American blood shed to give Iraqi's a chance at freedom, a funny thing happened. Dark and evil roaches invaded Iraq while the lights were turned off. These roaches would soon be known as Ice Piss - or if you are an arrogant rat bastard like King Pimple and his minions, you say "Ice Pissile" while you raise your pinkie while eating your healthy snacks approved by the Mooch.
Of course King Pimple has had his moments of sticking his clown shoes into his own mouth - he dismissed Ice Piss as the JV team of Al Qaeda and this made Ice Piss a little angry with King Pimple - in fact Ice Piss found that King Pimple was a moderate mooslim on his own and that they despised him and wanted him to assume room temperature. So to make things even more interesting, Ice Piss developed into a full blown attack machine that severed heads and founded a new club of "what Oprah loves" and created new and innovative ways to kill their enemies. Cages dipped in water, cages doused with petrol and set on fire, second hand cars left over from Cash for Clunkers were locked with inhabitants placed in them and a nice RPG was launched into the cabin just to say "I love you moderates to pieces". Ice Piss was so kind to homosexuals that they gave them free rides to the ground floor and showed how mooslims love earthy things and shared rocks with the fallen gay people. Bloody hell.
And yet, King Pimple didn't care. The JV team wasn't going to stop Obama from turning the White House into a wonderful display of rainbow colored lights as homosexuals were allowed to redefine marriage only to suit their narrow needs. Apparently since middle eastern homosexuals can't vote or contribute to the democrat party, they are okay to be tossed like horse shoes off of buildings.
But Ice Piss was just a JV team. And this JV team apparently had some great head coaches since the team got better and better and soon made Al Qaeda look like Chlamydia Jenner's version of Boy Scouts. Pretty soon Iraqi forces were so scared of the black forces of Ice Piss that these forces abandoned their posts and ran like bloody hell - some were captured - some were shot - some were beheaded - some were even Riperian Entertainment as they were shot and then dumped into a river. One thing you gotta love about Ice Piss is the degree of difficulty they put into executions.
Pretty soon the JV team was winning Super Bowls in the sand by killing their opponents and not even giving them a chance to get a concussion protocol save. Ice Piss was hell bent on bringing as much death to the world that Satan was overheard "those are my boys!" and was gushing flames and reached over to smack Hitler and saying "you let me down - these guys don't even worry about building concentration camps."
And soon King Pimple started drawing lines in the sand and when no one was looking he tried to erase one line and drew another and then blamed Republicans for drawing the lines that people finally saw. And so King Pimple went after Asshat in Syria and did so from miles above the ground like William Jefferson Clinton when he chased someone out of Kosovo only to find out that genocide was a two way street and all Billy Clinton did was to destroy one way of the highway. But hey. He cared. And so King Pimple starting talking tough at Ice Piss. This did not make Ice Piss happy. This made them laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Cue the soundtrack of "Mars Attacks" where the spacemen are having a hoot inside their space ship.
King Pimple then saw his plan fail - talking tough without a big stick doesn't often work and it sure didn't here - Michelle has the big stick but she's to busy humping America's school children with it as she forces them to eat her shit impersonating school lunches. And when King Pimple grew tired of drawing lines in the sand, that troll from Russia, Putin, decided to take over the sand box from King Pimple and showed that maybe Mitt Romney knew more about foreign policy than King Pimple - pinning the most dangerous forces as Russia and Putin. And so Putin showed how to fight and to save Asshat's ass and he took out the moderates that King Pimple was supporting allowing Ice Piss to expand like an infection.
And then, King Pimple showed his attention to foreign policy detail and declared that "Ice Piss is contained" - to wit Ice Piss launched the attack upon France and now is getting ready to hand King Pimple a report card of how the JV team did on its way to winning the Super Bowl.
America has been placed at risk by King Pimple and the Pimplette's (Democrats). Any and all blood shed from this moment in America by terrorists is all his fault. After seven years, the chickens are coming home to roost and they are shitting on King Pimple's America.
But maybe that is exactly what he wants to happen!
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