Friends With Katherine Harris

A plea for friendship from Bobby Lightfoot:

...But I'm TELLING YOU, FRIENDS. I COULD GET ALONG WITH KATHERINE FUCKING HARRIS. NO, I'M SERIOUS, MAN. I COULD BE LIKE AN AMBASSADOR FROM TH' PLANET EARTH, YOU KNOW?

I could hang. I could hang. She could show me how she was stitched together from children's nightmares. She could fix me with her angry little raisin-like eyes and speak her truth to me. No matter how unspeakable it was, how eldritch and horrid and involving ancient Druidic immortality sacrifices and that.

Katherine could relate her story back to th' pharoahs, man. I could listen without judgement.

But I would first have to shove a lamp post up her ass and connect it to a 1000 amp power source and I would have to drag her behind a cart over a thousand miles of dirt road and I would have to leave her tied in th' desert for the scavengers 'n' scorpions.

Simple, right? To the point. Katherine harris you know wouldn't so much as permit me th' audience, man. These neocon phreaks are nefarious; selfish and self-aggrandizing but make one small token gesture towards reconciliation and they shut down like Krusty Franklestein in fucking Prom Night.

Listen to Bobby try make friends with Dick Cheney and Dennis Hastert here.