The world takes its shoes off and I laugh my dick off.

It’s been almost two months since Dhia Al-Saadi, an Iraqi journalist threw his shoes at Bush, shouting, “This is a gift from the Iraqis; this is the farewell kiss, you dog! This is for the widows, the orphans, and those who were killed in Iraq.”

The guy’s a goddamn folk hero and I, for one, want to kiss him.

And now, a trial date has been set. Al-Saadi will be standing trial on February 19th and I for one will be watching with baited breath.

This is bigger than O.J., bigger than Blake, fuck it’s bigger than Fatty Arbuckle or the Lindbergh baby.

He said himself that he didn’t feel the least bit threatened.

He also said, “That’s what happens in free societies, where people try to draw attention to themselves.”

He tried to spin this to his favor by giving us this ‘well, he’s free to throw shoes now because we made him free’ bullshit.

Okay, if that’s the case, you want to do something for your legacy, you cunt-faced twat?

You want to show some goodwill, Mr. Former President? You want us all to think that maybe you are capable of being gracious and even merciful after all?

Ask the Iraqi justice system to drop the charges.

Because right now, I hate you, Jesus hates you and frankly, your memory is leaving an even worst taste in the worlds’ collective mouth than I usually leave in your mom’s.

And don't even take offense at that shit thinking I'm talking about your actual mother.

If you aren't familiar with the mother, like the mythic boogeyman, as the stank ho bearing the brunt of your enemy's wrath, then you have truly lost touch, fucktard.

So don't send your goddamn goons after me.

You're not the only one with minions, you know.

Can't even take a joke.

Dick.