Moe-mar, Larry-mar, Curly-mar

I was trying to put the day's woes behind me by enjoying a little girl-on-girl action on the web but every time they showed a close up of a labia I would think of Libya. Damn. So I decided I should probably perform my public duty and explain this whole Libyan fiasco to you, the mindless devotees of Wheel Gun Bob.

Here is the deal – dictator Mom-mar Qaddafi (Note - I have relied upon Open Office spell check to render his name properly but this may not be correct) is a raging kwack-sucka with out a doubt. He treats his peeps like shit. Always has. He even had the gall to blow up a 747 over bonnie wee Scotland. One of our idiot presidents (wow – which one?) even tried to kill him with a cruise missile but ended up killing his daughter instead. Mission-a-fucking-complished.

Recently it seems that “we” have had an understanding with the big Mo. He just had to provide us with oil, not threaten Israel too much and keep the fly attracting fundamentalists at bay. But guess what? He lost control!

So despite the fact we are broke, at least according to the opportunistic, shit-feasting Republican teabaggers, this country just spent well over a hundred million dollars yesterday to try to defend “freedom” from Mommar Ghaddaffi (once again - its not like his last name is “Fitzgerald” - in other words, open to interpretation). Man, you would think he was a member of the teachers union!

Bottom line in my mind is that President Obama did something that was unconstitutional and declared a war without Congressional approval.

I will now, and will forever forward, refer to Obama as “Bush Jr”.