I thought of this witty little number just the other day; surely it's worth a groan or two:

"If Saddam Hussein wanted to go cruising for anonymous gay sex, would he go to a Ba'ath-house?"

This next one isn't funny at all, not even a little. It's a campaign slogan that I invented this evening:

"Bush/Cheney '04: Because those swarthy Arabs won't rape themselves."

I've come to suspect that there really isn't a rock bottom at all to current events. No matter how shocked, horrified, or sickened you might find yourself, it seems that in a week at the most something will turn up to make it so much worse. What the hell kind of world do you call this? Fuck you, George Bush, fuck you very much for launching a war that turned ordinary dumbass Americans into rapists and torturers. Fuck you, and fuck Rumsfeld, and Cheney, and Rice, and Wolfowitz, and Feith, and Perle. And fuck Karl Rove. Fuck anyone out there who thinks "at least we're not as bad as Saddam." Fuck anyone who thinks we should shut up and "support our troops." Fuck you, every single person who has enabled this grotesque parade of disasters and atrocities. Here's a big "Hey, way to fucking go, you morons," to everyone who ever trusted George Bush, ever. Here's a very special "Go fuck the M11 'til you're hit by an articulated lorry" to Tony Blair, who doesn't have the excuse of being a deliberately-ignorant spoon-fed boy-king fucktard. There are lots of other people I'd like to swear at by name for destroying any slender chance I may ever have had of believing something positive and idealistic about this country or the human race, but I just don't have enough bile in me to really deal with the whole Iraq Bush thing as it deserves. Instead I will go drink my sake and dream of the day the machines take over. Or the ducks. Either way, I'll be cheering them on.