D.O.M.A.-R-E-GOT-TA-GO

i think STYX said it best...when they said...

i 've got a secret...i've been hiding...under my skin 

my heart is human...my blood is boiling...my brain IBM

so if you see me acting strangely...don't be surprised

i'm just a man who needed someone...and somewhere to hide 

summer brings all sorts of uncontrollable weather blockbusters...

from tornadoes

to tidal waves

heat waves 

to heat strokes

but nothin' was worse than the shit storm created by...

 the SUPREMES

oops...i meant these SUPREMES...when they recently reviewed...

the disastrous D.O.M.A and PROP 8

the whiney "moral" minorities don't have the power like they used to...

over the "oral" majorities any more...and their ship is sink'n faster than Linday Lohan's career!

"i'm frightened AUNTIE EM...I'M FRIGHTENED"

lock up yer children...pull down yer blinds...

and in the mortal words of Karen Walker...

"grab a bottle...hunker down and pray fer daylight!"

LET THE NON HETEROSEXUALIZATION NATION...B-E-G-I-N!

ummm...insert laugh here

MN is only a few days away from ring'n in a new era of wedd'n bells...and thanx to the SUPREME COURT...so is California (once again)

and the list is only gonna get BIGGER kittens...trust me!

even the QUEEN herself has gotten hip to the homo's want'n to settle down

so lets look at the cast of characters in this years blockbuster failure...
"THE IDIOT WIZARDS FROM THE LAND OF OBSOLETE"

starr'n everyone's fav-o-rit tear jerker...

who spent over 2 1/2 million of yer hard earned tax dolla's...to defend the right to HATE those reproductively challenged kittens... 

(though trust me...just like the energizer bunny...they'll keep goin' and goin until they suc-seed) 

who are just try'n to do the chicken dance in their best pressed Gaultier suit and or gown...and the latest Prada slip on's...like everyone else...
don'tcha think he could'a found OTHER ways to spend YER change?

but luckily fer him...he found the courage to stop cry'n fer now and throw in the towel

and that delusional hunk of junk who clearly has no heart... 

but perfectly poutable pickle tickle lips (trust me...i've done my homework)
watch as this screetch'n pissy pterodactyl trys to get his point across...
instead of just live'n his miserably sanctimoniously religious marriage on his island of misfit beliefs...who you hope finds a heart before the movie is over...BUT with his panties all up in a bunch...

unfortunately this is the only way he knows how

and lastly and certainly the least of this outcast of characters...

is this pickled pin headed pariah...who's popped one too many Casper quaalude's...while try'n to sound like some intellectual crypt keeper...who seriously needs to stop redefine'n...

 the interpretational passages from his comic book...
 and take up where June Allison left off...

since he's full of it any ways!

instead of preach'n yer poison to anyone who'll listen...

in between bong hits...perhaps ask'n CASPER fer a brain might be in order

in short...ya don't wanna marry someone with the same tingly parts as yerself...simple pimple...ummm DON'T!...believe what ya wanna believe...but trust me...save yer money on buy'n any more preachy popcorn and smarmy slurpy of self righteousness at this blockbuster failure this summer...

so fer all those funnymentalist christchumps...

don't be a killroy

now PUHLEEZ...GET OFF MY DRESS!