I really wanted to see the charred, mutilated carcasses of Americans dangling from a bridge while a crowd of whateverthehell they are cheered beneath them. Why are we even over there. We're going to fix thier biblical fucking problems that they can't work out and never will be able to? We're what, two hundred years old? Why don't we fix our own fucking problems? I fucking hate Bush. The coworker then went on to say we could do our part by voting against him next time. He also called me sister. But that's irrelevant.
Well I already voted against him years ago. No one in California voted for his stupid fucking ass. A lot of good it did us. Do I have to move to Florida. What the fuck. You stupid fucking southerners. Quit inbreeding.
In a somewhat related matter, everytime Arnold says something like "I love it when thee people go to thee polls and they flex their muscles," I feel like I'm living in Batman & Robin.