David Broder: My Inspiration
See, I surf around the blogosphere, trying to stay out of trouble, but lo and be-fucking-hold, who's there but one of the fuckfiends from The Washington Post, David Fucking Broder, wearing fuck-me pumps and this little green skirt, spouting off about the "the vituperative, foul-mouthed bloggers on the left."
Ya know, it takes a fuckload of nerve for that fuckwad to say that.
But look, I'm not some two-bit fuck who types "fuck" and then expects some other fucknut to clean up her fucking mess. A blogger's got to take some responsibility or she'll never amount to a fuckload of shit. As far as I'm concerned, Broder's head is so far the fuck up his fucking ass, he can't see straight, but that's his own fucking problem.
I know a lot of fuckwads, you know, "integrity bloggers," who wouldn't do fuck-all about this predicament, just fuck off for a while and wait for the whole thing to blow over. But you see, that's just not this bloggerfucker's style. What the fuck ever happened to accountability? The blogosphere can be a real fuck, sure, but we fucking finish what we start, and not just when we're blogging, if you get my fucking drift.
Any fuckhead integrity blogger who thinks I should fucking walk away from this fuckface column and ditch the potty mouth is a fucking fucktard and I'll say it to his fucking face, the fuckface.
The great thing about blogging is, we don't really give a fuck. The MSM can fuck us around, but they know not to take it too fucking far. You know why? Because you don't fuck with fuckers, that's why. And if you fuck with the fucking blogosphere, you'll end up being the fuck that gets fucked. Simple as that.
Item Number Fuck on our agenda? Blog about David Fucking Broder, that's what. All of a sudden, that fuckface is relevant. Kinda makes you wonder what that fucker's real agenda is, donnit?
Most of this post was out-and-out fucking stolen from The Onion. Fair use? Fuck me.