Dr. Strangelove wrote:
Vodkavich,
You can stop by my dacha for a slice of cake and a cup of punch after you finish washing and waxing my car. Please refrain from dropping any crumbs in the driveway. The last thing I need is to attract any more talent shitting birds.
Regards,
Dr. S
Comrade Strangelove,
I will accept your ability to
edit my text propagate the Current Truth as evidence that you are a carrier of a reusable Get out of Gulag Free card. My bad. I must, however, share a few notes with you.
I don't wash the cars. My Thought Criminals do. I would be happy to dispatch my mobile, carbon neutral washing squad to your dacha. Think of it as a chain gang, only with garden hoses instead of chains.
The title of Obamissar did indeed come without merit. In the Progressive society in which we now find ourselves, merit is an ex-word. Need is the only thing that matters. Geithner needed a new job more than the coffer needed his CEUs. I needed a job where I could exercise my perversities. The One came through and, like the Lady of the Lake, bestowed upon me not a sword, but the title of Obamissar, signifying by divine prOvidence that I, Vodkavich, would carry the title. That is why I am the Obamissar of Gulags and Car Wash Products.
However, I will take you up on your offer for cake and punch while my proles finish applying the tire shine to your ride. I will be extremely careful with crumbs, as though talent shitting birds generate customers and therefore a whopping sum of income for the party, I would not with their munging upon an elite.
You were right about one thing, though. I do love you more than life itself. May you soon regain the ability to walk.
-Obamissar Vodkavich
Obamissar of Gulags and Car Wash Products