Generalissimo Salazar's Politics Corner

[Bella]

Enr!co finds everything mildly arousing.

At the very least.

[Cain]

They're only reacting to the presence of Enr!co, who makes everyone near him aroused by virtue of proximity to such a glorious faggot.

[Enrico Salazar]

Is true.

Except Hilary Rodham Clinton.

[Bella]

Is true.

Except Hilary Rodham Clinton.

That's not what I heard, Enr!co. Rumor has it that the former Co-President was seen snuggling with a certain deposed dictator in the back row of Airforce One a few years back.

[Enrico Salazar]

Is true.  Enrico meant NOW.

In the day, Hilary was the height of eroticism.  She may have smacked of  wearing too much Old Spice but under her stiff pantsuits melted a heart of pure PVC . . . many was the night that Hilary would pour hot melted vinyl onto Enrico's chest hair and rip out with her teeth.

The NIN song 'Closer' was actually written by Enrico about Hilary . . . (he had to sell it to Trent Reznor when he owed him over $7000 in ground bone for snorting) but dig lyrics:

you let me violate you
you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you
you let me complicate you

help me
i broke apart my insides
help me
i've got no soul to sell
help me
the only thing that works for me
help me get away from myself

i want to fuck you like an animal
i want to feel you from the inside
i want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god

You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything

help me
tear down my reason
help me
it's your sex i can smell
help me
you make me perfect
help me
think of somebody else

i want to fuck you like an animal
i want to feel you from the inside
i want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed

you
get
me closer to god

through every forest
above the trees
within my stomach
scraped off my knees
i drink the honey
from inide your hive
you are the reason i stay alive

Now that is truly a Salazorian love song.

[Bella]

Sigh, that love song always brings a tear to my eye, Enr!co. And now that I know the true story behind you and Hilary......the vinyl in your chest hair (gawd that's romantic), the old spice, stiff pantsuits, the power, the money, it's all too romantic to bear.

[hooplala]

Ok, I never put stock in countries . . . I have never been patriotic let alone nationalistic, but I now officially renounce my citizenship.

I'm moving to Chad.

[LMNO]

Pregnant, or Hanging?

[hooplala]

Chad the country.

[Cain]

Chad sucks.  They speak French, have deserts and not much else.  I expect even your Canadian dollars would convert well though.

[hooplala]

I like the desert.  

And I don't mind the French as long as I have a truncheon.

[Toots]

A country full of guys named Chad can't be that bad.
Wait for me Baron. I have burned my citizenship card.
The Canadian version of Dubya is in power, there is nothing left to hope for except swift merciful death...or a ticket to Chad.

::waiting with bated breath until gay marriage, abortion, and the free vote gets axed by Prime Minister Rapist Eyes::

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

The Tequilahadeen has decided to take the entire nation of Chad (and anyone else with the name, including their sisters and relatives too) hostage until further notice.

Release our wrongly imprisoned Great North American Prairie Squid, or more will follow.

(We fly planes into buildings too, but only cuz we drink so much.)

[hooplala]

I changed my mind already anyway, take it.  Or them.  Or whatever.

I'm going to Togo.

[Toots]

I changed my mind already anyway, take it.  Or them.  Or whatever.

I'm going to Togo.

DON'T wait up for me. I have reserved myself a spot on Bora-Bora.