THE FBI’S* TOP FIVE LEAST WANTED BY ANYONE WITH TASTE LIST

 

 

“God Save The Queen – We Mean It, Man – We Love Our Queen – GOD SAVE!”

 

SEX PISTOLS

 

(always remember, cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other – even when, or perhaps even especially if, they are WAR CRIMINALS…)

 

Enjoy your time out to pasture, Miss Donita Rumsfeld – always remember what they do to horses, though…

 

*FABULOUSLY BITCHY INVERTS

 

 

“If killing anybody’s such a terrible crime, why does this bloodthirsty chorus come round from time to time – LET HIM DANGLE!”

(Elvis Costello)

 

Another war criminal – and I won’t be sad when he dies – but I still oppose the death penalty.

 

“Mommy, why are some war criminals executed and some allowed to resign in disgrace?” (a troublesome little child who clearly needs to be left behind)

 

 

 

 

“Capital, it fails us now – let’s get drunk on cheap wine!”  GANG OF FOUR

 

Giving harlotry a bad name since 1981.

 

Okay, so Miss Hilton gave us a happy ending for her character in House of Wax.

 

However, the DUIs, the reality show and the SHAME (if you’re going to be a slut, be an unapologetic one!) undercut that contribution.

 

A compelling argument for the redistribution of wealth.

 

 

“Baby, Baby, Can I Invade Your Country?” Sparks

 

I’m not sure where to BEGIN with Madame George.  However, she is a nice Lady (no matter how many Liberties she has stepped on), and one should send flowers and candy.

 

Very well – yellow roses (like from Texas, though she’s not) and Hershey’s Chocolate Covered Pretzels (imported from Smiths Falls, Ontario).

 

There – she can’t say I never think of her, though I try.

 

Heck, we even got her a movie appearance, though we understand she disapproved of the final cut.

 

 

“Your pretty face is going to hell!”  THE STOOGES

 

Now Mr. Benedict XVI may not be among us long, so perhaps we should not make fun of him.

 

It IS far too easy.  The bad case of Waldheimer’s (the disease whose sufferer forgets his Nazi past).  The birth name of Rat-Zinger.  And, of course, the irony of a man presiding over a celibate church full of gay men it closets and pedophiles it hides or moves having the NERVE to call ME disordered (not that I care what he thinks – after all, to the extent I ever HAD a religion, we divorced you, motherfucker…).