As a matter of fact, I got back Sunday night.
I just don’t have much to say.
The current outrage over these bullshit pat downs at the airports has pretty much made it’s way through the Blogosphere and I have to say I don’t fly.
Fuck that shit.
You had better be a scantily clad hottie blonde with 38 DD’s if you are reaching for my crotch and it better be for fun times.
The fucking bastards are feeling up little kids and nuns and anyone else that doesn’t exactly think a massive dose of Xrays is necessarily a good thing.
How much ya wanna bet the nun turned around and got back in line?
I know, I’m a sick fucker but that was funny anyway.
These fucking people are out of control.
Even though I don’t fly anyway, I would gladly join in the cause of boycotting the dirty sonsabitches.
Money talks to these airline people very loudly.
Whisper in their ear that they can go fuck themselves until they can pull their heads out of their asses and their filthy paws out of our crotches.
It won’t take long for their number crunchers to start shitting themselves over lost revenue and then THEY can go lobby Congress to get it stopped.
Money talks to those rotten cock suckers very persuasively, as we all know.