Jefe Redux

I was inspired to give this thing another go by a new blog I saw called Dooce. It's fun and vulgar, two things I like.

Speaking of which, I would like to announce a party!!

"Oho," you cry "when and where Jefe?! When and Effin Where!"

But wait!

Before you dig out your pink tutu and plastic funnel, I have to tell you about the catch. This is a special party you must understand. Some might say that its a once-in-a-lifetime type of party.

A "Pucker up Karl" Party! (not-locked in)

I have pledged that upon hearing that Karl Rove is being sent to Leavenworth, bulwhipped in public, or even just dismissed that I shall host a party to end all parties, a "Pucker up Karl" party if you will. Should they throw Karl in the Clink I have promised to buy champagne for everybody! If they bulwhip him, well that's an act so unprecedented and blatantly unconstitutional I think I would have to provide everyone a hooker's ass to do coke off or something.

It'll be grand.

Years from now you'll be standing around at some lame cocktail party and the subject of Karl Rove's demise will come up. Everyone will have a chuckle and then someone will ask if anyone remembers where they were when they heard the news.

"Oho" you'll cry, [which is kind of annoying fyi] "I remember exactly where I was! Shit yeah, I just don't recall the next two days!" They'll laugh and laugh....

Maybe we'll play stick the ass on Ass-face
el Jefe