“Honestly, Bush is just fucking insulting,” Dion declared, “He’s a stupid fucking, warmongering, rich-ass daddy’s boy who wouldn’t know a pair of testicles if he was tea-bagging them. And he knows it and he’s always in the news being stupid, rubbing it in that the democrats are a bunch of pussies who can’t win an election or get anything done. Someone aught to fucking kill him just to show those Republican a-holes that we aren’t in fact pussies and we wont stand being insulted.”
Wes gave Dion a cold stare, “Dude, killing people, no matter who they are or what they’ve done, is evil.”
“Oh don’t be a fag,” replied Dion, “everybody dies that’s just how it is. And that ass-licker Bush, he’s gonna die just like the rest of us, but he is going to be reincarnated as a dog’s rectal bacteria if there’s any justice.”
“Look, I hate Bush as much as the next sane human being,” professed Wes, “but you’re really going off the wall.” He paused for a moment, “And there no such thing as reincarnation…right?”
Dion replied with a well-practiced smugness, “Oh you have much to learn mon frère.”