You know, we're making much of the lie the Bostonian Drunkard told his fellow primitives on May 12, 2006--the nonindictment of Karl Rove--and yes, it was a classic one, but I wonder if others remember the Bostonian Drunkard has prematurely and erroneously ejaculated before.
Sometime back in November 2004, the Bostonian Drunkard sloshed on to Skins's island, and told his fellow primitives that the Bostonian Billionaire was going to contest the electoral results in Ohio.
I wish I had saved those links to that bonfire, but alas they were on a computer now long past the dam.
Stupidly, the Bostonian Drunkard cautioned his fellow primitives to keep the matter under covers, because it was something not announced yet, that the Bostonian Billionaire was going to challenge Ohio; it was some sort of superduper supersecret that only the Bostonian Drunkard and his fellow primitives were supposed to know.
The primitives got all agog and excited and antsy about it; if I remember correctly, that was perhaps one of the largest bonfires, ever, on Skins's island.
Of course that never happened, and it proved a big letdown for the primitives.
November 2004 was about the time I first got a handle on the Bostonian Drunkard; he struck me as a pompous ass who makes wishes, announces to the primitives the wishes are reality, and then runs away to hope and pray that the wishes really do come true, after which he hopes to return to Skins's island in a blaze of triumphant glory and praise.
There was something else going on, too; a prominent vote-fraud activist was trying to prove fraud took place in Ohio, and was desperately trying to raise the final ten bucks needed to prove it.
And then the malicious cartoon character primitive, Kelvin Mace, abruptly interfered with her fund-raising efforts, the malicious cartoon character primitive having failed to see the bigger picture.
There was bad blood between the prominent vote-fraud activist and the malicious cartoon character; he had tried to cheat her, and she wouldn't let him, so he Hated her. He carried out this personal vendetta, this personal jihad, utterly unmindful of the bigger picture.
She just needed ten more bucks from the primitives, and the White House was the Bostonian Billionaire's.
But no; the malicious cartoon character primitive was so bent upon this personal matter, that he effectively prevented the prominent vote-fraud activist from getting the last ten bucks she needed, to give Ohio to the Bostonian Billionaire.
And so if the primitives, including the Bostonian Drunkard, want to pin the blame on that John Kerry is not currently president of the United States, they need look no further than among themselves on Skins's island; the prominent vote-fraud activist was so close, so very close, just ten bucks short, and the malicious cartoon character stymied her, because of his own vendetta.
How full of wonders, the world, that a primitive bent on getting retribution can change the destiny of a people and a nation.
