For me, the story is now a simple one.
It's equated to when you end a long and unhappy marriage. One where you look back and wish you had gotten out at a certain crossroads years ago. The soon-to-be ex-wife is now everything you loathe about women and you're longing for not only something different, but in every sense the complete opposite.
Barack Obama is your soon to be ex-wife.
And that's all good. It's no big deal, have your fun and explore gentlemen. It's completely innocent right? As a matter of fact, @littlejohn444 is going through this very thing right now and we all here at rebelgrove.com are quite supportive!
I call it "The Skank Phase".
We've all been through it whether post-divorce, or post long term relationship, and I firmly believe it's perfectly warranted. Quite frankly, I would wager that many psychologist would consider such recovery behavior as normal, and possibly even healthy to your long term development as long as the exercise in selfishness remains in perspective and no one gets hurt.
And that's the only problem really. Keeping things in perspective. Because, see... if you don't, things start spiraling out of control. Trust me, I know. I'm no longer LRReb. Those days in Little Rock are thankfully long gone, behind me and I had quite a fun time as New-to-DallasReb for a while.
(Thanks for the tax tips @REBELTAXMAN)
If you lose focus, you become overly selfish and lose your path. What starts off as the next best thing in your Skank Phase of recovery when you hook up with the hot, slutty chic only gets worse over time. Soon it's the ugly cougar, C-section scar and all, which you wake up next to one morning. Then all the sudden...oh no... There she is. The big girl. You roll over one morning and realize that beer turned into whiskey last night, and at this point you can only hope that she doesn't tell anyone and your buddies don't find out.
This is your opportunity to begin self-rehabilitation in your Skank Phase and turn your life around.
Unfortunately, American Conservative Republicans are not doing that right now. They're too hurt. That was a much too long and abusive of a marriage, and by-god they want their damn freedom back after all that torture all those years. And damn you if you try to stop them from getting what is rightfully theirs!
So you press on in your Skank Phase. Weeks disappear and lead into the months of your Primaries while you search for the next girl you will call yours. Your work performance suffers as you drink heavily. You begin to lose track of what name goes with what photo on your internet dating sites and the spiral continues as the skanks get skankier.
And then one day you wake up, hungover and naked in a foreign bed. You don't know where you are. You look around to get your bearings. It's a nice room..."who paid for this?” You stumble out of bed stubbing your toe on an empty fifth in the floor. You notice the remains of an 8-ball on the coffee table, next to an ashtray full of roaches and surrounded by a disarray of various pills, several of which are blue. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of the back a tall blonde scurrying, scantily clad, to the bathroom. Your head hurts and you have no idea what has happened as you make your way over to the window. "Vegas? How'd I get to Vegas?" as you look outside.
Suddenly you look down to the hand that is on the window and the only thing holding you upright. It's your left. "A wedding band?"
And you start to piece it together
"Vegas. X. Hookers. Blow."
"Hookers. Viagra. Whiskey. The Honeymoon Suite."
"Wedding Chapel. Gambling. Asians. Blow"
You make your way to the bathroom to take your morning leak hoping to find out who the blonde is. As you approach, you notice a strange sound coming from the palatial restroom. Not the soft tinkle or psssss you're expecting to hear, but rather a chug and gulping drizzle of a pouring sound as you get closer. You make your way through the door only to find that your cute little blonde is standing up to pee. She turns around... "Hi Hubby!”
Donald Trump is your Skank Phase Tranny, America.
Dear American Conservative Republicans,
You don't marry the damn Tranny! You are in your post-Obama Skank Phase. Stop while you have the chance. Under no circumstances do you marry the DAMN Tranny!
It's equated to when you end a long and unhappy marriage. One where you look back and wish you had gotten out at a certain crossroads years ago. The soon-to-be ex-wife is now everything you loathe about women and you're longing for not only something different, but in every sense the complete opposite.
Barack Obama is your soon to be ex-wife.
And that's all good. It's no big deal, have your fun and explore gentlemen. It's completely innocent right? As a matter of fact, @littlejohn444 is going through this very thing right now and we all here at rebelgrove.com are quite supportive!
I call it "The Skank Phase".
We've all been through it whether post-divorce, or post long term relationship, and I firmly believe it's perfectly warranted. Quite frankly, I would wager that many psychologist would consider such recovery behavior as normal, and possibly even healthy to your long term development as long as the exercise in selfishness remains in perspective and no one gets hurt.
And that's the only problem really. Keeping things in perspective. Because, see... if you don't, things start spiraling out of control. Trust me, I know. I'm no longer LRReb. Those days in Little Rock are thankfully long gone, behind me and I had quite a fun time as New-to-DallasReb for a while.
(Thanks for the tax tips @REBELTAXMAN)
If you lose focus, you become overly selfish and lose your path. What starts off as the next best thing in your Skank Phase of recovery when you hook up with the hot, slutty chic only gets worse over time. Soon it's the ugly cougar, C-section scar and all, which you wake up next to one morning. Then all the sudden...oh no... There she is. The big girl. You roll over one morning and realize that beer turned into whiskey last night, and at this point you can only hope that she doesn't tell anyone and your buddies don't find out.
This is your opportunity to begin self-rehabilitation in your Skank Phase and turn your life around.
Unfortunately, American Conservative Republicans are not doing that right now. They're too hurt. That was a much too long and abusive of a marriage, and by-god they want their damn freedom back after all that torture all those years. And damn you if you try to stop them from getting what is rightfully theirs!
So you press on in your Skank Phase. Weeks disappear and lead into the months of your Primaries while you search for the next girl you will call yours. Your work performance suffers as you drink heavily. You begin to lose track of what name goes with what photo on your internet dating sites and the spiral continues as the skanks get skankier.
And then one day you wake up, hungover and naked in a foreign bed. You don't know where you are. You look around to get your bearings. It's a nice room..."who paid for this?” You stumble out of bed stubbing your toe on an empty fifth in the floor. You notice the remains of an 8-ball on the coffee table, next to an ashtray full of roaches and surrounded by a disarray of various pills, several of which are blue. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of the back a tall blonde scurrying, scantily clad, to the bathroom. Your head hurts and you have no idea what has happened as you make your way over to the window. "Vegas? How'd I get to Vegas?" as you look outside.
Suddenly you look down to the hand that is on the window and the only thing holding you upright. It's your left. "A wedding band?"
And you start to piece it together
"Vegas. X. Hookers. Blow."
"Hookers. Viagra. Whiskey. The Honeymoon Suite."
"Wedding Chapel. Gambling. Asians. Blow"
You make your way to the bathroom to take your morning leak hoping to find out who the blonde is. As you approach, you notice a strange sound coming from the palatial restroom. Not the soft tinkle or psssss you're expecting to hear, but rather a chug and gulping drizzle of a pouring sound as you get closer. You make your way through the door only to find that your cute little blonde is standing up to pee. She turns around... "Hi Hubby!”
Donald Trump is your Skank Phase Tranny, America.
Dear American Conservative Republicans,
You don't marry the damn Tranny! You are in your post-Obama Skank Phase. Stop while you have the chance. Under no circumstances do you marry the DAMN Tranny!
Last edited:
