I love the shoe thrower. I could just as easily look up his name, but I prefer to just leave it in the same category as the Lone Ranger. He doesn't have a name, he could be you or me.
He is the Shoe Thrower, the man who rectifies the wrongs of eight blunderful years with his god damn size ten loafers!
But he did something else, too. He has reinvigorated how we hate the outgoing president! I really like the comment about sticking an effigy of the president with sharpened five-inch heel stilettos.
Full disclosure, as well - I've hit the president in the face with at least 300 shoes at Sock and Awe.
If only the proposal to rename a sanitation plant after the Dubya had passed in San Francisco. Her assertion that the plant doesn't smell bad enough is a good one to be named after Shrub is good, but I think people gagged on the idea of spending money to honor the outgoing president, even if it was to mock him by naming a place that handles human excrement after him.
My last question - who will we make fun of when Chimpicus Presidentus is gone? Do I really have to poke fun at President Obama?
Nah. I'll just keep throwing shoes at Bush in effigy.
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