http://www.uglypeople.com/uploaded/18609/d10.jpg
This is what Al Sharpton will look like.
http://www.uglypeople.com/uploaded/5309/oldnastywoman.jpg
This is what Tarayza will look like.
http://www.uglypeople.com/uploaded/18609/augly4.JPG
This is what Kerry will look like on skid row after Tarayza throws him out and Ted Kennedy won't let him back in the Senate.
http://www.uglypeople.com/uploaded/18609/d1.jpg
This is what Jesse Jackson will look like.
http://www.uglypeople.com/uploaded/5302/mulletman.jpg
And last and least, this is the Breck Girl after the election.
ARTHUR: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
BLACK KNIGHT: (Glancing at his shoulder) 'Tis but a scratch.
ARTHUR: A scratch? Your arm's off.
BLACK KNIGHT: No, it isn't.
ARTHUR: (Pointing to the arm on ground) Well, what's that then?
BLACK KNIGHT: I've had worse.
ARTHUR: You're a liar.
BLACK KNIGHT: Come on, you pansy!
...ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHTS's other arm off, also at the shoulder. The arm plus sword, lies on the ground.
ARTHUR: Victory is mine. (sinking to his knees) I thank thee O Lord that in thy . . .
BLACK KNIGHT: Come on then.
ARTHUR: What?
...kicks ARTHUR hard on the side of the helmet. ARTHUR gets up still holding his sword. The BLACK KNIGHT comes after him kicking.
ARTHUR: You are indeed brave, Sir knight, but the fight is mine.
BLACK KNIGHT: Had enough?
ARTHUR: You stupid bastard. You haven't got any arms left.
BLACK KNIGHT: Course I have.
ARTHUR: Look!
BLACK KNIGHT: What! Just a flesh wound. (kicks ARTHUR)
ARTHUR: Stop that.
BLACK KNIGHT: (kicking him) Had enough?
ARTHUR: I'll have your leg. (He is kicked) Right!
BLACK KNIGHT kicks him again and ARTHUR chops his leg off. The BLACK KNIGHT keeps his balance with difficulty.
BLACK KNIGHT: I'll do you for that.
ARTHUR: You'll what?
BLACK KNIGHT: Come 'ere.
ARTHUR: What are you going to do . . . bleed on me?
BLACK KNIGHT: I'm invincible!
ARTHUR: You're a looney.
BLACK KNIGHT: The Black Knight always triumphs. Have at you!
ARTHUR takes his last leg off. The BLACK KNIGHT's body lands upright.
BLACK KNIGHT: All right, we'll call it a draw.
ARTHUR: Come, Patsy.
ARTHUR and PATSY start to cross the bridge. BLACK KNIGHT: Running away, eh? You yellow bastard, come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!
Kerry will reap what he sows.
