Our Greatest Loss of 2006
This has been a rough year for those of us who are fans of honor. Let us take a moment to remember our most tragic loss of this past year: the political career of Donald Rumsfeld.
Having been brought down by a Bush-bashing boorish buttsex ballot box midterm coup, Mr. Rumsfeld wasn't just America's finest ever Defense Secretary, he was the very personification of America's rugged scrotum. Contemptuous of his effeminate lessers in the media, he brought strength and hope to those of us who yearn for the days when authoritative machismo was something to be revered, not mocked. And that's why the Left tried so hard to bring him down. The testicular wisdom of a noble patriot did not square with their dream of a society in which doubt-ridden vaginistas give Americans their prancing orders and our mighty Constitution is little more than a granola tampon.
As traditional male authority wanes and men like Donald Rumsfeld and me are cheerfully defied, we all become blubbering bridesmaids in the wedding of Allah and Alan Alda.
The pansy-pussy liberals had a good year. Penile authority has been diminished. But, hey. Stuff Happens. We patriots still have Rumsfeld dancing deep in our hearts. America's unrestrained testosterrific glory will make a smiting comeback in 2007.
I know why the caged patriot sings.
It's because he's awesome.