Memepool brought me to this page: Rumsfeld Fighting Techniques. No wonder he’s abjured the Powell Doctrine. Who needs overwhelming force when you have the Power of Master Donald? I mean, other than Master Donald himself?
Ugh. I hate them all. Mom and I were at lunch today and Dubya popped up on CNN and I wanted to rip the toothpick out of the guy’s mouth at the adjacent table and gouge out my eyes with it.
(Don’t mind me. Mild PMS. Scary.)
I decided to try one of those Rumsfeld moves today in court, but I guess because I’m a democrat, I didn’t get it right and sprained my shoulder. I’ll just have to keep watching and practicing Steven Seagal moves. Any time I see a meat counter or a refrigerated Pepsi display with glass doors, I look for opportunities.
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