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Yes, we all know that guy because, like Turdblossom, we all spend a lot of time hanging out at country clubs.
Karl looks like one of those mad scientists that goes too far and realises it way too late. I'll take the guy who sneers at me over the guy that might kill me any day...
I love his flesh-colored hair. How does he do that?
And Karl Rove is the jack ass that toadies up to one of the richer Country Club members, the member who wants all the rules changed to accomodate himself. Karl Rove toadies up to that guy, helps him change the rules and then sneers at the people who can't get in.
Man - we all know someone like that. Because we're all in country clubs.
I guess while Ass Fuck Turd Blossom Fuckhead Who Deserves to Rot in Prison while being stepped on by dead Iraqi civilians and GIs Until His Putrifying Corpse Leaks the Maggots That Control Its Voicebox/Movements/Shape goes around saying snide things about somebody who would like to, I don't know, not take all his advice from whatever billionaire wants a few more billion that day, the candidate moves on - hopefully past this fetid car wreck of an administration and all its blunders and fuck ups and attacks of hubris which light the way to the disaster in so many fires of catastrophe that it looks like a goddamn exit ramp to oblivion and ignominy.
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