Mr President is going on strike. The dearth of comments recently has left him feeling a little jaded on this whole blogging thing and quite frankly a little underappreciated. Apart from Stella, who fuelled our resident pervert’s imagination with comments about wearing tight jeans and knee high boots, you’re all off his christmas card list. Not that he has one, but he’ll make one.
To make matters worse, he lost MTC #10, not even managing a runners-up slot as he crawled in at third with just one vote. So just one of you lot voted for him, the rest of you abandoned your inspirational leader for Andy’s turtle tale. Granted, it was quite a good post, and bound by the rules of the contest Mr President voted for Andy himself, but you didn’t have to! He bares his soul to you people and this is the thanks he gets?!
Clearly his coming third in what clearly should have been a one-horse race is an outrage, a total disgrace, and he would normally be demanding a recount. Only he worries that, knowing you ingrates, a recount would show that the one vote he did get was meant for SomeGo. He surely can’t be the only person who’s mesmerised by how hot she is. In fact he’s currently thinking about SomeGo and Stella naked…in jello.
Whilst that is certainly more pleasant than remembering what he did with that cigar tube and a certain intern, there’s business at hand. El Presidente is enraged. It boils and seethes within like a bubbling volcano. He must let it out, perhaps shave his head and go on a killing spree. In fact half of that is already true so it’s just a formality really.
Choosing his weapon of choice will be interesting. Does he butcher some schoolchildren with a chainsaw or mow down passers by in the street with a machine gun? If he can find a nice high vantage point he could use a sniper rifle, which would probably be the most enjoyable. That look of terror on the faces of the people below, looking around frantically for the unseen danger while he continues to pick them off one by one.
Goodbye for now people…perhaps I’ll be seeing you soon…very soon.