I Don’t Care If It’s In Bad Taste: I’m Doing the Snoopy Dance!
Augusto Pinochet has died.
As atrios states, only the good die young, and the young people who died at Pinochet’s hands could fill a landfill (and probably did). Pinochet the scum sucking, murderous pig, installed by Henry Kissinger and the CIA, responsible for the deaths of thousands of his own people, and the torture of countless others, the demon who imprisoned pregnant women suspected of insurrection, gave the babies away to his partisans and killed the mothers, dumping their bodies like so much garbage from airplanes into the Pacific Ocean, is dead. For once, I wish I was a Christian: that way, I’d have faith that the remorseless dictator was burning in Hell. I hope Satan makes him eat his own testicles, shit them out, and then eat them again. I hope he has his fingers amputated, only to have them grown back so they can be amputated again. I hope Beelzebub himself takes a carpet mallet to his cock. Rip out his eye and skullfuck the bastard. Quite frankly, I can’t think of torments that would be horrible enough for the General. Fuck him, fuck his family, and fuck his memory too.
Augusto Pinochet was a piece of dogshit, rating up there with shitbags like Pol Pot, Somoza, and Franco (but not as bad as Hitler, which really isn’t saying much). The only thing that makes me sad about his death is that he didn’t linger longer on life support, tubes, catheters, and needles jabbed into every orifice, stripped of dignity, helpless and feeble. I would have paid Terri Schiavo’s parents AND Randall Terry to fly to Chile to make sure the General wasn’t allowed to die: shit, I would have let them sit on my back and flapped my arms like a pigeon to bring ‘em down there myself.
But the pile of pigshit is dead now, and hopefully went to his just reward. I hope Satan is real amigo, and I hope you’re in for never-ending punishment.
Good riddance to bad rubbish. Three cheers and a Snoopy Dance in celebration of Pinochet’s death. And rot in Hell, motherfucker.
December 10th, 2006 at 9:14 pm
I linked to you from Booman, last night, bookmarked your site for more crazed maniacal articles. “Inspired by Matt Taibbi” was hilarious.
December 11th, 2006 at 3:05 am
Funny, the first thing that popped into my head when I saw this story on the Boston Globe site was “good riddance to bad trash.” If Dante was right, I don’t want to imagine the special nook that’s carved out for him in Hell. No, wait — yes I do! Now there is one less douche taking up space on the Most Deserving A Future As Worm Food list. I hope you suffered, Ese.
December 11th, 2006 at 9:52 pm
Amen for what you said, and you can add Milton Friedman and Jeane Kirkpatrick to the list too.
A rotten trio if there ever was one.
Screw them all.
December 11th, 2006 at 11:27 pm
You know, they say that bad things come in threes.
Sometimes, the opposite is true. I hope they have to fuck each other in Hell. And jeanne Kirkpatrick’s probably got the biggest dick of the trio.