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Campaign Journal Oh, Mrs. Kerry... “Shove it”? (You should have said it in Italian, or one of the other languages you speak – then it would have sounded so exotic.) I wish she had at least Dick Cheneied it up a blue streak. How about, “#%^&* You! And $#!*&ing shove it up your mother*&^%ing ass*&^%!” After all, you may be married to one of those kinder and gentler Democrats, but we all know you’re still a Republican at heart, so please, madam, could you at least swear like one? ----- I’m having fun at the convention! Hey, no one may be watching it on TV, but I can still feel the love. My pal, Michael Moore once again praised Canada and hit me up for money. And later I bumped into my pal Bono, who, I must say, has really started to age badly since he began hanging out with politicians. I swear, those folk are worse than crack/cocaine. The poor Irish rocker should really get back to drinking Guinness, trashing hotel rooms, and shagging groupies. It’s much better for his health. ----- They may not be so fond of him in the USA, but they love Kerry in hockey crazy Canada. And Republicans who snicker at Mr. Kerry for looking a bit “French” probably aren’t surprised that among Canucks, Quebecers tend to harbor the most positive judgments about their New England neighbor. 69% of French froggies say they would vote for Kerry: And all he has to do to increase that number is... a) take up smoking b) renounce the rest of Canada c) reduce bathing to once a week d) hang out with strippers |
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