Yes, now Haggard has only to check into rehab, and lo, the circle is complete. I like his Clintonesque denial, yes, I bought the meth and hired a gay prostitute, but it was only for a massage and I didn't use the meth, I just looked at it.
God damn it.
These repressed, guilt-ridden conservatives and their self-hating, forbidden fruit-craving, twistedness. I guess in this case the fruit is a banana, a huge banana, has to be huge, cause, you know, size matters. I heard some great quote by this tool today, something about everyone having a demon assigned to tempt them. I'd love to see the dueling homunculi demon and angel in his little head.
Angel: Just admit you're gay, embrace it, and stop this madness!
Demon: Don't listen to that fuckin pansy! Get into your room now, flagellate yourself, and go nail your wife with righteous vengeance! Next, go initiate a referendum against gay marriage, get out the vote, and...
Angel:get some crystal meth?
Demon:Umm, yeah. that'll work. Oh, and a one of those bus-sized motor homes, with a Humvee to tow behind it...
Sorry, it's late. Really it is quite sad and infuriating. |