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Pat Robertson

Caught a bit of a Robertson rave party on the Satanic Channel whilst surfing during a game break. Piece of work, is Paddy.

Now, people who know me know what I think about the Clintons, but how much harder was my work when Pat was waxing psychotic?

Ever leave the television on when you fell asleep, only to wake up to a Pat infomercial, wherein he was hawking videotapes, and describing, in loving Christian tones, how Bill Clinton had taken Vince Foster out into Fort Marcy Park, and busted a cap in his brain pan with a Walther PPK that the Chinese Communists had included in the package along with his $5 million in illegal campaign contributions in exchange for the missile guidance technology from Loral that in four short years had little yellow bastards orbiting the fucking Earth, seeing if surplus 1944 Norden bombsites could actually target Los Angeles?

Because Clinton HAD to do it because Hillary, although a dyke, was carrying Vince's hydroencephaletic lovechild, although Foster was a polesmoking fag, and the untidy ends had to be cleaned up?

I've had that moment. More than once.

Or was that Falwell? They're the same guy, right? Right?

I will confess the Loral tech swap was impeachable. I've always said so. That was infinitely more impeachable than a fucking rimjob.