You are one of the more creative of the dictators. When not writing poetry you’re devising your own version of communism. As over two million Chinese staved to death because of your little experiment you should have stuck to writing sappy songs!
13 thoughts on “you’ve lived in Chinatown too long when…”
I turned out to be the all singing, all dancing Geo W Bush, dictator and puppet of this parish.
Too awesome—I, too, turned out (to my surprise) to be George W.
“Wait, I’m not a dictator!” you cry! Well lets look at the check list: Unelected? Check! Use wars and xenophobia to boost popularity? Check! Total control of the media so they never say a bad word against you? Check! Kill scores of innocent people to get what you want? Check! Do anything to get your hands on oil? Check! Inhumane treatment of prisoners? Check! Face it, you’re a dictator, and no amount of gloss will hide that fact… or the fact you’re a borderline retard who looks like a monkey!
Awesome! I’m Fidel:
“your ability to stand up to America has made you one of the more popular dictators.”
Yes!
Rats, I got a rock…..um….Tony Blair.
George Bush here too. Now that’s a scary thought.
Fidel. Kewl!!!
Whoo, look at all the closet republicans! Won’t your friends be so ashamed!
Glavar=Bliar? Veddy interesting. You never struck me as quite that mealy-mouthed, but live and learn.
I’m trying to find a great “Which failed Dictator are you” quiz Pharyngula had on; I was the Emperor of America, another kewl result.
I also am Tony Blair.
I’m Robert Mugabe . . . shit!
Holy crap! I’ll send you a nice fruitcake ASAP…oh wait, don’t take it personally…
Actually, I’m one of the 0.0000001 percent of Americans who actually likes a good, ‘aged’ fruitcake. Hell, I’ll even eat a bad, aged fruitcake.
I’ll let Elton John know immediately.
Gee, thanks. I knew that was coming even as my finger neared the enter key.
Do NOT enter Elton John without his boyfriend’s permission.
I turned out to be the all singing, all dancing Geo W Bush, dictator and puppet of this parish.
Too awesome—I, too, turned out (to my surprise) to be George W.
“Wait, I’m not a dictator!” you cry! Well lets look at the check list: Unelected? Check! Use wars and xenophobia to boost popularity? Check! Total control of the media so they never say a bad word against you? Check! Kill scores of innocent people to get what you want? Check! Do anything to get your hands on oil? Check! Inhumane treatment of prisoners? Check! Face it, you’re a dictator, and no amount of gloss will hide that fact… or the fact you’re a borderline retard who looks like a monkey!
Awesome! I’m Fidel:
“your ability to stand up to America has made you one of the more popular dictators.”
Yes!
Rats, I got a rock…..um….Tony Blair.
George Bush here too. Now that’s a scary thought.
Fidel. Kewl!!!
Whoo, look at all the closet republicans! Won’t your friends be so ashamed!
Glavar=Bliar? Veddy interesting. You never struck me as quite that mealy-mouthed, but live and learn.
I’m trying to find a great “Which failed Dictator are you” quiz Pharyngula had on; I was the Emperor of America, another kewl result.
I also am Tony Blair.
I’m Robert Mugabe . . . shit!
Holy crap! I’ll send you a nice fruitcake ASAP…oh wait, don’t take it personally…
Actually, I’m one of the 0.0000001 percent of Americans who actually likes a good, ‘aged’ fruitcake. Hell, I’ll even eat a bad, aged fruitcake.
I’ll let Elton John know immediately.
Gee, thanks. I knew that was coming even as my finger neared the enter key.
Do NOT enter Elton John without his boyfriend’s permission.