Being that my feelings for that cocksucker really have nothing to do with his thus far non-existent impact on my work, my feelings would not change. If he could jump into a time machine and take back the war in Iraq so that my friend's son, who literally took a direct head shot from an RPG, would still be alive, I would feel a little better about him.
I'm not one who believes that that retarded monkey is at fault for all of the world's woes, but if I want to blame him for my leaky fucking roof, I can't understand why anyone would bother to come to his defense.
