Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Brains...


...they want to eat them. Gaze upon the sweaty nightmare of heart attack fodder, this zombie corps of clientelism, the politically inbred eunuchs of thought.
These are the gormless fucks that have sucked the country's marrow dry.

This rambling mass of the political undead has one craving: power for its party over the good of the country. These are the bastard children of Charles Haughey, and their putrid hearts pump the bile of greed through the body politic.
But some zombies have bad footing. Watch FF's resident BeeGee John Foley to Davin-Power's left. Heh.
Zombie fall down.

5 comments:

Bock the Robber said...

What's the collective noun for CUNT?

Green Ink said...

Fianna Fail?

Bock the Robber said...

The tinkernet doesn't often make me lol ...

Manuel said...

awesomeo......nearly pished with laughter.....

Green Ink said...

Is that the nervous laughter of the damned? Laughter's about all that's left to us thanks to these fucking hoors.