Now I know that a lot of you are worried, or clutching your boots and puking at the thought of what I gots in store for the nomination of a Supreme Court Justice. A supreme court justice, by definition, is the same as a regular justice only with the added toppings of Sour Crème and Tomatoes. And the fuckers are quite tasty.

Now yer asking yerself, whats Georgie gonna do? Whos it gonna be? Could it be some conservative stalwart that I keep in a special pen on my ranch that I cover his face with a bag and beat with a stick? Could it be your dad… or mom? I dunno yet, I’m rolling around the ideas with some heads here in Washington. Here’s some of the frontrunners:

Mark Lynn Baker (Cousin Larry)


Yep, I said it. He’s always been top of my list, and he should be on yours. Tried to get his ass as my ambassador to North Korea, but the fat asses in the senate shot his dick down. Fuck em.


[b][u]Mechanoid-Ape, Name-a “Grolockâ€

Ok, Ok, I got some more. The first ones are being shit through the ass of the Think Tank and my cronies, and they come back to me and say, George, what about the sex appeal? Well I thought about it and here’s what I came up with:

Kevin Kubusheskie (from You Can’t do that on Television)


Yessiree, he always lit a fire under the ass of my children, and now he can on our legal system. My wife, and to a heterosexual degree, I think he’s tops. Killer bangs… and when I was coked up, I used to watch this on the tele and play drinking games everytime one of these kids got slimed. Fuggin Great.

The Animated Harlem Globetrotters!


You can call me an idiot, but this would be wicked.

And of course, if yer talking sexy…
Moms Mabley!

Well, Mr Bush, you shouldn't have! I am allegedly surprised something fierce. As your new Grande Support Justice, I will rule with an iron fist and flaccid rear end. I will do totally great stuff for the environments by executing raccoons that dig through my garbage. Not only this, but I will destroy some of the young mens that live in surrounding trailers that have taken to spraypainting falsities about good Mama Clortho on my trailer, like "I am sexing up Mama right now. No really, I'm in your trailer Vince, and this is what I'm doing at this moment. I came over at like 3:30. If you don't believe me come in here right now and see this hottt stuff". Crazy lies! Anyways, i will totally abolish abortionism and I will also make marriage of any kind illegal. I will be against pro lifers but I will buy them sandwiches. I will be the first man to give a bear CPR. I will make love to David Crosby in the bathrrom of Denny's. And finally, I will have the entire Army sleep at my friend Doug's house. 'Cause that would be a hilarious joke.

So is Grolock Mechanoid-Ape strict constructionist, or what?

Also, would we need larger chairs?

I do or do not know how to answer yer question, but i recognize you have the keen wit. Why in my day, a constructionist was one of them fellas with the back hoes, gawking at ma wife and a solid drinking partner. So if'n or Mech/Ape is one of them, then, hells yeah.

Oh, and yes we would need some bigger chairs, but thats obvious. If'n the fellas deny my choice of "Grolock", Clortho, would you be opposed to wearing a shoulder cannon?

Looks wicked rad with the robe.