Powers Hour: How bout we Talk POWlitics.

That’s right. The Boothe is back. And this time it’s Powlitical(?). Yeah that works. I am not going to get preachy, if you paid any attention you would know that my blogs tend to be few and far between and rarely political, but sometimes this future lifetime achievement award nominee has to put it all on the line, like a professional line putter of some sort. Yeah there’s probably on of those. Any POW, lets get right down to it-Obama, now I may be the first one to say it, but I would bet a Nile crocodiles tooth that I am not the only one to think that this Barblack is getting a little uppity.Admittedly, I will say that, that to be fair, I have not been all that attentive to the current race, (or any race really). Ever since that fish eater Kennedy got into office I have been pretty much apolitical. Although I do attend a militia meeting or two (border Powtrol). I wasn’t paying much attention to this election either. Considering I have spent the last three months in Ecuador boar hunting with the Cofan. So you can imagine my surprise when I came home to find this colored fellow actually had a shot. I can say colored, who’s gonna come after the PB? The NAACP? It’s right there in the name bat shit.

At first I thought that this campaign of his was some sort of publicity stunt, I assumed this mutt was pulling a Coleman. I don’t mean to shock anyone here but, by all appearances, it seems like he really is running for president.

Listen here, I am by NO means a racist, my maids black. I’m a traditionalist. I like my cars American, my steak barley deceased, and my women battling oxygen deprivation caused by their corsets. What’s the word for it? Oh yeah its called an American. So sue me, Jew me, kick me, kike me cause I don’t like the way things have been going in this country. Even if you put aside the fact that there is some sort of racial smörgåsbord running wild throughout the country side, you would have to take into account the fact that the other candidate, when not bleeding from the bottom half, is spewing pure donkey shit from the top. Is this what I fought in World War Two for? I don’t think so.

So who is the Power gonna endorse? You will probably be surprised to hear that I have made my decision. It was a hard one to make but what it came down to was what is this candidate gonna do to turn this country around? Who can throw the pillow biters back in the closet? Who can save the babies of this country, even if that means they have to pry them from the vagina’s with their bear hands? Who has the tenacity to defeat the towel heads? After some careful calculation I found that there is only one who could achieve such lofty goals. A POW in the truest sense of the word. POWERS BOOTHE. Yep, I’m running for president. So get off the straight talk express and pony on up to the straight express, where not only do we talk the straight talk-we fuck broads too.

Powers Hour

Yep it’s me, Powers Boothe. Leading man, Southwest Texas State University Grad, honorary black belt and on and on and on. Don’t pretend you don’t recognize me. You do. You’ve seen this mug plastered prominently on silver screens from Minneapolis to Moscow, from Russia to the US and then back again.I’ve worked with the hottest dames, the best leading men, and some of the most articulate coloreds in the biz. All the while making sure the audience leaves the theaters with their crotches dripping of blood, urine or cum. Sometimes all of the above. I am not gonna explain what I meant by that. I’d just as soon eat out a dead whore’s axe wound than hold your hand through this editorial.Do you think Pacino held my hand through Cruisin? You’re god damn right he didn’t. It only took me two days on set to learn that lesson the hard way. I called him Al mid scene, and I don’t need to tell you that before the director could yell cut my face was dripping with sweat from A.P.’s baby beans.Let’s get this straight. You’re taking a trip down Boothe Lane, and it’s a one way street where all of the parking is metered. I will be one of the most Powers’ful forces this internet fad has ever seen. And you will get to know me well. For one, I love stabbing clam, but that’s a given. I also knifed a guy in Cincinnati but I don’t want to get to into that just yet, cause The P.B. doesn’t blow his J. until he’s got his target engaged. And once you get in this Boothe your guaranteed to have an excellent adventure, regardless of whether or not your name is Bill or Fred. Also, I was talking about ejaculating in the sentence before the last one. See you soon, sugar tits.