The kid is not my son

PC reveals a certain ignorance about pretty much everything I’ve ever written:

He’s your Baby. You people have been shilling for this train-wreck of an administration since the day he was crowned by the Supreme Court. Now that it’s apparent to all but the borderline retarded that Bush and his handlers are both totally incompetent and barely closeted fascists to boot, you are trying to distance yourselves. Sorry, but it won’t work. Bush is the albatross tied around the neck of everyone who voted Republican in 2000, 2002, or 2004. You are guilty of hypocrisy and intellectual dishonesty. Your bio says you are a member of Mensa. Seems they let anyone in these days.

Seeing as I didn’t vote Republican in 2000, 2002, 2004 or nearly every election before that, I fail to see how Dear Jorge could possibly be considered my baby. And considering that I’ve been openly ripping Bush as a globalist tool since 2001, I conclude that the aptly named PC didn’t bother to look before he leaped.

Hee-hee! (spin-and-a-crotch-thrust)