Birds Of A Feather Party Together

September 23, 2006

New York, New York

I went to New York City this week so I could protest against Bush, and show support for Venezuela's President Hugo Chavez and Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad as they all arrived to speak at the United Nations. These foreign leaders epitomize the strongest challenge to W and his attempts to conquer the world, so I wanted to cheer them on.

Imagine my excitement when I was invited by a very influential Democrat to a private cocktail party held to honor the visiting presidents at a very swanky New York hotel! I wish Scooter could have been with me and seen these two defenders of truth, as well as some of our country's most prominent Democrats. Someone said George Soros paid for the whole thing, but whoever did, they didn't scrimp: Cristal champagne, caviar, lots of little bean burritos for Hugo (he eats like four at a time), and copious amounts of goat potstickers for Ahmadinejad and his uni-browed entourage.

The evening was very enjoyable. After more than a few drinks, both presidents captivated us with their uncanny and hilarious impersonations of Bush. Hugo got things rolling by walking around like a cowboy and in broken English shouting, "Wares dose evildoers?" while we all cracked up. But it was Ahmadinejad, or "Jad Man" as he asked to be called, who brought down the house when he grabbed a butter knife, pushed Hugo to floor, and acted like he was cutting his head off while shouting praises to Allah! It was pure comic genius, and Senator Kennedy laughed so hard he blew vodka out his nose. Yeehaw! The moment was somewhat spoiled when Howard Dean, jacked up on tequila, got lost in the moment and viciously started kicking the crap out of Hugo until the president's bodyguards pulled him away. After Joe Biden explained that Hugo wasn't really Bush, Dean calmed down and was later found passed-out in a hotel dumpster.

Things really kicked into high gear as the Dixie Chicks rocked the house. Away from his country's mullahs, Jad Man wasn't afraid to cut loose on the dance floor. The Iranian Dance Machine dirty-danced with Hillary Clinton while Hugo got down with a solo hip-hop routine that pretty much consisted of him doing the robot and grabbing his crotch - not technically brilliant, but he moved well for a large socialist.

All in all it was a great party and we all had a good time. Far from being hostile toward Americans, It was obvious the two presidents were very fond of their Democrat guests, something vividly illustrated when I accidentally walked in on them passionately cavorting with Nancy Pelosi and Barbara Boxer in the upstairs bathroom. I was glad to see that they don't just talk a good liberal game, but live it in the spirit of that greatest leader or all time, Bill Clinton. Oh that our president Bozo were half the men these guys are.

Comments

[Gayle]

I love comming into your comment sections late; they are so funny! :)

I also love the post and the cartoon.

P. Moonbeam: Hi Gayle! Yes, I do attract some real charactors. I really enjoy the comments - some of you folks are even weirder than me.

[John the Marine]

Peace M.,
Green tea? O.K. Peace? Well maybe every now and then. Just to break up the conflicts a little. But, too much Peace will get boring. I like opening up the WSJ to read about a nice bombing run or perhaps the killing of a targeted enemy. It's the little things like burning a village that make life worth living. GAYNESS!? Absolutely not! No, self respecting Marine could be a peter puffer and be able to face the rest of the Platoon.

Oh, before I forget. Your friend Scoots had terrible accident. My friend the Chief (of Police) said that he kept falling down even though the nice patrol officers kept helping him back up. So, you'll be releived to know we didn't get chance to introduce ourselves. However, we did get the opportunity to give a special message on your behalf to the little hairy one. Lets just say he's a changed man.

Over and out,
John the Marine

P. Moonbeam: John the Marine, I hope the police take Scooter to the doctor so they can find out why he keeps falling down. Even though he tried to kill me, I still care about his well-being.
Thank you for the attitude adjustment on the little hairy one, I hope he remembers it.

[1sttofight]

Just how many times have you got reglion on a stiffy at Point?

P. Moonbeam: I've really never felt stiff or religious at Rocky Point - I think it has to do with the soft air and tequila. I find the place very relaxing.

[1sttofight]

Oh Peace,
I guess you forgot about the time down at Point Rock when you got religion when the only thing between you and a 200 foot drop was my stiffy.

How soon we forget.

P. Moonbeam: Juan, is that you?

[kwongdzu]

Peace: Was there a pinata? Were there party favors? Inquiring minds want to know!

P. Moonbeam: There was a pinata of sorts, at least until someone realized that Helen Thomas was missing.
We still don't know who hung her from the light, but did find out the "hard way" she is definitely not full of delicious candy. On the good side, even at her age she can take one hellova hit.

[webloafer]

Peace,
how come I can’t get invites to such awesome parties? You’ll have to clue me in.
But what I really want to mention, is that I think I have located Scooter, and he is alive. He is dressing up as Ronald Reagan and robbing banks in Southern California.
You can read all about it at my most recent blog entry at Sanity’s Bluff.
That is not as important as this.
Let me come by and pick you up and we’ll go to Wednesday night prayer meeting at my church.
It is contemporary worship d prayer, but it would be nice if you shaved your legs, underarms, chin and other hairy places. And, cut back a little on the patchouli, good soap works wonders, and get ready for some foot stomping, hand clapping, hugging prayer meeting. I know you think us religious rednecks are prudes; you’ve just never been to a good prayer meeting.

It would be my pleasure to escort you to the prayer meeting.

Yes we have a good time, but you won’t find me dirty dancing with Hillary. You could and it wouldn’t upset me, longs as I get to drive you home in the 18 wheeler.

P. Moonbeam: Hello Webloafer. First of all, I know for a fact that Scooter has been taken to an undisclosed CIA location for interrogation, so he can't be the bank robber (although he did take $5.00 out of my purse three weeks ago).
Concerning your redneck religious service, I'm afraid that any religious ritual that doesn't include crystals and peyote is just not deep anough for me. On the other hand, the dancing and jumping around sounds good. Does the band play any Grateful Dead? If so, maybe I'll come by just for the music, dancing, and, if your friends aren't real ugly, hugging.

[John the Marine]

Yeh, NY City is a good town! I remember my first libo in the Big Apple. There was drinking, (lots of drinking!) then fighting with the Sailors (Navy boys get upset easy)and course lets not forget the hookers (drinking and fighting always leads to hookers)! Damn good times! I guess in your own twisted Hippie way, you, and the enemies of American, had your own good time. Hell, with a good head of steam on I would do Hillary myself. Scary but true. We Marines are brave to the point of being crazy (However, there is no way in Heaven or on Earth I would do Polosi, Hey even drunk Marines have standards). Well, party on Peace, Make Love... Then make WAR! Oooopps, that probably doesn't work for you.

P. Moonbeam: John, I'm afraid our imperialist government has turned you into a savage. Will you ever become enlightened and turn to green tea, peace, and gayness?
There's always room for another liberal. We're your friends.

[MizByz74]

Sounds like one helluva party... sorry I missed it (not).

[1sttofight]

The check is in the mail.

(Snigger, snort, hell I think I ill just laugh out loud.)

It should be there in about 6 months or so.

If not, drop me a note and I will resend it. LMAO.

Lisa, a little lower.....Yeah that is the spot.............

P. Moonbeam: You are just a pig. A PIG. For two cents I'd call the cops on you if I didn't have outstanding warrants myself. You're lucky.
PS: If you ever hear from the kids again, tell them Mommy says hi.

[1sttofight]

Well, I have gone back to Alabama and will leave you alone. Tiffany and Lisa have relieved my pain in a way you never could. I just wish you had told me difference in the prices between Cal and Ala.
We flew back on my private jet yesterday. I am working on plans for renting more land for the crop. I still have plenty of those little radioactive samples left and the cops do not even look at the 60 foot plants.

So I guess this is GoodBye I will not bother you anymore.

BTW, I left the girls in Berkely, they have your address.
Have a good life.

P. Moonbeam: It would be only right for you to send me some money as I did pay your bail several times, not to mention the fact you stole and pawned all my clothes and personal belongings more than once. I won't even mention the times you rented me out to those Shriner's conventions.
I think you owe me something for the happiness, security, alcohol, and cheap drugs I provided those three long years.

PS:After you send me the money, please leave me alone.

[Bonnie]

Well, my stars.

[jarhead john]

Looks like you're finally getting back into the swing of things after that debacle with Scooter. Nice to see the lefties up to their usual antics.

P. Moonbeam: Unfortunately, Scooter is like naval lint, he always returns.

[Douglas V. Gibbs]

At first I wasn't sure what to think, then I realized the obvious. Then I couldn't stop laughing. Great piece.

P. Moonbeam: Thank you Douglas, but be aware, your IQ just dropped 20 points.
Thanks for reading!

[Terri]

Look at the thighs and calves on Hillary! Kinda makes me want to smoke a ham or something.

P. Moonbeam: Actually, it makes me want to smoke something also.

[Seaspook]

Absolute genuis Peace. Bravo!

P. Moonbeam: Seaspook, I think you just made my Christmas card list.

[Patty]

Oh my what a wonderful evening Peace!!!
I have so often wondered if the New Rat Pack has stuff as good as the original Rat Pack.
I am so envious of you being on the 'inside'.

P. Moonbeam: I'm so far inside, I don't even have a window.

[WTR]

Peace! I wanna party with you, dude-tte!

P. Moonbeam: I'm sorry WTR, I only party with Democrats, as they don't get all hung up on sin and things like that.

[Syncrodox]

Peace

That party sounds awesome!! Was slick Willy there? Did he have any cigars? I admire you Peace, you're so well connected to the Democratic debauchery that really is the last true hope for America. Just once I wish I could fornicate for freedom!!! *Sigh* It's just too damn cold up here.

Syncro

P. Moonbeam: Syncro, besides being the smartest, we Democrats also have more fun than the lesser parties. It's a fact.

[Steve]

Sing to the tune of “Mrs. Robinson”

http://drgnslyr.tripod.com/midi/mrsrobinson.mid

This message is to you Mr. Ahmadinejad
Jesus warned us all about you (you, you, you)
Can’t you see, Mr. Ahmadinejad
We can’t let you have your way
Hey, hey hey

You’d like to know a little more about nuclear power
You’d like to make some nuclear bombs.
So you will be able to destroy New York and Tel Aviv
And kill a bunch of Americans and Jews.

And this message is to you Mr. Ahmadinejad
Jesus warned us all about you (you, you, you)
It can not be, Mr. Ahmadinejad
Can’t allow you to have the means to blow us away
Nay, Nay, Nay.

Hiding in your private hiding place where the UN never goes
Trying to enrich those nuclear rods
When you succeed you are going to try to see that all Israelis Die
Not to Mention America and part of Europe.

Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mr. Ahmadinejad
Jesus warned us all about you (you, you, you)
Can’t you see, Mr Ahmadinejad, we won’t wait until that day.
Nay, Nay, Nay

Sitting in your palace in Iran on a Sunday afternoon
Plotting your global Jihad.
Praising Hitler Mocking America. Can’t you see what you are forcing us to do.
Pretty soon we’ll have to nuke you.

Now where have you gone, Mr Ahmadinejad
Even Columbia University has turned its back on you (you, you, you)
Time to flee, Mr Ahmadinejad
For soon you will find yourself to be the one to be blown away.

Way, way, way...

P. Moonbeam: Steve, that's beautiful, it made me cry....