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This guy can’t even get a three-dimensional monster spot removed from his face, yet somehow has the ability to be the so-called “leader of the free world?” I don’t care if it’s benign. It’s unsightly.

Imagine him sitting down to tea with the Iranian president and Mahmoud saying, “Yo, Barrack, I really like this idea you speak of of ditching my centrifuges, I mean totally and entirely, but I can’t stop looking at that mole on your face. What up?”

At least McCain knows what a dermatologist is.

None of it matters anyway. The winner will be the loser and the loser will be the winner. By 2010 at the latest, things will be so absolutely horrible that the winner will wish he had lost and the loser will be thanking his personal angry desert god that he lost. Rot.

I woke up this morning in a bathtub in the basement of a dive bar in Ciudad Juarez. As far as I can tell, I have an extra kidney. I think it’s a dog kidney. I’ve been scratching a lot lately.

Here’s a new article about the goons’ antics. Be proud and secure with your fate in the friendly skies, and select portions of your anatomy, in their capable hands.

Congratulations are in order once more to the sick bastards in Washington. You’ve really outdone yourselves. Keep it up. We’re all very proud of you.

I have a lot of problems with this. To start off, this repugnant piece of legislation is touted as being necessary to “save homeowners from foreclosure.” But there’s a basic problem with this. Homeowners don’t need to be saved from foreclosure. They own their homes. No one is trying to take their homes away. Homedebtors, on the other hand, who rent money from a bank and live beyond their means, to hold themselves out as homeowners, when in reality often times they have little or even negative equity in those homes, well, yeah, they need a bailout because they gambled and lost. But no, they’re not about to lose their homes, because they don’t own them in the first place.

I see this no differently than if the government decided to take my tax money and your tax money, to the tune of hundreds of billions of dollars, to bail out some group of bums who just blew their life savings in a Vegas casino. The appropriate response is, “Tough luck, buddy. You’re an adult and you made your choice.” I guess our magnificently intelligent elected officials just don’t see it that way. This country is beyond screwed.

It’s vote buyin’, pig lipstick paintin’, scapegoat blamin’, messenger shootin’, vote denyin’, lights off in the chamber, do anythin’ I can to keep my seat time.

Vote them all out. Every last one of them.

Tomorrow morning, European Central Bank president Jean Claude Trichet may hike the ECB’s key short-term interest rate and drive a stake through the heart of the U.S. Dollar.

So sorry, Uncle Buck.