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…my good friend Milan gave me this t-shirt as a present for my 25th birthday.

My 25th birthday gift from Milan.

Here’s a closer look just in case you can’t make it out.


I got this shirt two weeks to the day after September 11th. Needless to say, it wasn’t the most popular article of clothing to be wearing right on the heels of the nation’s worst terrorist attack, especially while living in Ohio.

In those months that followed, I got a lot of dirty looks from people while out in public. Once, while waiting in line at a grocery store, a cashier mumbled something under her breath about me being either a traitor or a terrorist. She spoke loud enough for me to hear her, but soft enough for me not to fully make it out.

Still, I wore this shirt with pride for the rest of George W. Bush’s presidency. Actually, I continued to wear it well into Obama’s first term, mostly just to remind myself of what dark times we had just emerged from.

For those eight years, while running Tastes Like Chicken, my friends and I went after Bush every chance we got. I’m not proud of everything we did and said in those years, but a lot of those funny little jabs still hold up today.

Especially this one.

But those years are now in the past (thankfully) and George W. Bush is mostly forgotten. Of course, over time he’ll probably become a glowing poster boy of pride for the GOP, but that won’t ever change my opinion of him.

He’s still not my president. And I don’t have to wear a t-shirt anymore to prove it.

I’ve had this shirt for more than eleven years. It feels great to finally get rid of it.

Heading to Goodwill,


I get it: There’s a guy in the White House who you’re not too keen on. You didn’t vote for him, and you sure as hell don’t like his politics.

That’s fair. I get that part of it. You know why? Because I was an angry loud-mouthed asshole for eight long years when Dubya was president, and no one could convince me to be anything but.

But that was then and this is now. It’s now your turn to be angry. It’s your turn to be loud and obnoxious. It’s your turn to be the asshole.

Tag. You’re it.

But while I do get your need to be a dick about this whole health care thing, keep this in mind: If you’re against overhauling the shitty health care system in America, what that really means is that you’re for the money-hungry health insurance companies who let the poor die every single day.

You really have to ask yourself who the bigger evil is. Is it the government? Is it big business? Or is it all of you people who want health care to stay on the same doomed path it has been on for decades now?

Think about that the next time you spout off your socialized medicine rhetoric.

May you all be as painfully unhappy as I was from 2000 to 2008,


John Yoo is the dickbag who worked in the Department of Justice under Dubya’s administration. He’s also the moron who played a key role in the administration’s justification of the use of torture on Abu Ghraib prisoners.

With his seedy glory days behind him, Yoo has turned to the college lecture circuit where he pollutes the minds of America’s youth with his bullshit rhetoric. He lectures at both Berkeley and Chapman University.

It was during one of these lectures that a guy from the Australian comedy show “The Chaser’s War on Everything” hopped up on his desk and started asking Yoo questions… while dressed like an Abu Ghraib prisoner.

Yoo awkwardly cancels the rest of the class, not knowing what to say or do next. He bumbles and fumbles around with some papers, and quickly makes his way for the door.

Does that make you uncomfortable, John Yoo? Not as uncomfortable as having your balls wired to a car battery, I’m sure.

Watch the hilarity unfold here:

The war criminal is Yoo,



Can this two-faced douche diver get any more obnoxious?


Is it completely lost on the people of Washington that he’s nothing more than a fair-weather friend? The dipshit kid who desperately clings on to whichever kid happens to be “cool” that week?


First, he’s a Democratic vice presidential hopeful. Then he’s a GOP ballsucker who’s managed to weasel his way into every nook and cranny of Dubya’s intestinal tract. Then he runs all over the country holding John McFrankenstein’s hand, showing what good of friends they are. And now he’s following Obama around like a lost puppy, throwing compliments at the very man he painted as being naive just four months earlier.

You, Joe Lieberman, can suck it.

You have no real friends on either side of the aisle. You are a bottomfeeder of bottomfeeders, living off the excrement of men and women who are greater bottomfeeders than you could ever hope to be. And you will leave this planet as nothing more: a pitiful, bottomfeeding independent Senator whose influence was zero because you were too busy scrambling around, trying to figure out whose wiener to put in your mouth next.

Go away, Joe Lieberman. You’re a hero to no one.

When you’re friends with everyone you’re really nobody’s friend,


Maybe next time.

But first, you will have my size nines,