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Entry: Bitch-Slapping Barack Link: http://www.takimag.com/blogs/article/btich_slapping_barack#24328 Post contents: John, you know you're going to vote for Mad Jack Ripper McCain in spite of knowing he will blow up millions of innocents some where and your rant reminds me of an Eric Idle rant from Monty Python. Which is a good pick me up otherwise. ...barging into the queues. And if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup, the first item in the menu of International Cuisine. Every Thursday night there's bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny, emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some fat bloated tart with her hair Brylcremed down and big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. And adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy, bandy-legged, wop waiters called Manuel. And once a week there's an excursion to local Roman remains, where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel. Sent at: 2008 07 04