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Of the Year 2004: Fuck It:
Some old dead guy once said that a year is a feast of days that we
should savor one by one. If that's true then somebody already got
to 2004 before Giblets did, probably a large foul-smelling barnyard
animal, and it is now sitting in a steaming pile of crap on
Giblets's front porch.
Giblets was even less satisfied with 2004 than he was by 2003.
Where was Giblets's money! His power! His rap video mansions with
their multitudes of ass-cheek-bearing hos! Instead Giblets saw debt
and stupidity and headaches and annoying people and sickness and
unemployment! Instead of a bountiful harvest of fanciful delights
Giblets was presented with a vertitible smorgasbord of pungent
aromatic mastodon feces!
And Giblets is not alone! What has 2004 done for anyone? Democrats
got to get whupped by Republicans. Republicans got to completely
sell out everything it means to be a Republican. Iraqis got to get
tortured, blown up, and shot at. American troops got to get blown
up, shot at, and stuck in Iraq underpaid. Doves got a war they
didn't like. Hawks got to not like the war. Gays got marriage
rights - in Massachusetts - at least a hundred and thirty six years
late. The religious right got to stomp all over gays and watch Jim
Caviezel get nailed to a cross. Did it make them feel any better?
Does anything make them feel any better?
George Bush? Yeah, okay, so he had a fun time. Happy New Year,
George.
The best Giblets can say is it's over. It was a magnificent and
overwhelming festival of crapulence, but Giblets choked it down in
the largest gulps he could. He awaits the next foul swollen circus
monstrosity whose excrement of days lumbers towards us! Fuck you,
2004! And fuck 2005, while we're at it. Giblets is taking no
chances.
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