Harry Chamber-Pot Is Good Enough To Piss In Right Alongside With The Dictator Of War

Well, well, well, while everyone is wasting their hard-earned dollars to see the newest Harry Potter film; Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire, let me tell you it ain't worth two spits in the eye!!!

There's a war going on, people, called the Viet-Raq AKA The War On Terror, that seems like it’ll never end, kind of like those nasty rumors I keep hearing about President Bush wanting to change the laws with regards to running for President for a third term.

It’s almost like the now dead poster child for the Republican Party, 40^th President Ronald Reagan. Reagan wanted to change the laws and become President for life, just as Franklin D. Roosevelt almost did.

Thankfully, Roosevelt never got that far. He died in office while serving his fourth term. Technically, Reagan died in office while serving his 2^nd term, when they discovered he was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s and his wife Nancy ran the U.S. government. Ran it right into the ground, if you ask me! Is it any wonder why our country is so fucked up?

Well, back to the matter at hand; our boys overseas. When is Bush gonna bring our boys home? I’ll tell you this much; He ain’t gonna be bringing them home anytime soon, as he has attested to over and over, because he’s not a quitter, but the funny thing is, there were never weapons of mass destruction to be found in Iraq to begin with!!!

So why was there an invasion? Because Bush got a little premature and ejaculated his desire to become a world dictator even before he took office as president, that’s why! Well sir, let me tell you, we need to get our troops home before any more soldiers from our hometowns are mutilated or slaughtered for our president's political career.

Almost daily body bags and flag-covered coffins are shipped back home like an Amazon.com order & umpteen bad, awful versions of "Amazing Grace," are sung by terribly lousy voices, who would be better off yelling at waitresses, bookstore clerks, grocers, cab drivers & telemarketers & not end up on the evening news & terrible poems are written by self-serving poets who care more if their poem is read by an evening commentator at a dead soldier’s funeral, thereby making them an instant star, than the purpose of the insanity of it all.

Oh! But I was talking about Harry Potter, wasn’t I? Sometimes I just get so carried away, so emotional and passionate about the subject of war and false police state conflicts. This crappy Harry Potter movie will end up on DVD soon, which you can buy anyway & even if you don't like it, you can use it for a pizza cutter.

At least that's what I’ve done in the past with all my bad CDs & DVDs.