Posts Tagged ‘election 2012’

America 1776-2008

Monday, 19 November 2012

The best way to enjoy this post is with this tune playing in the background.  I listen to it whenever I read the news.

Carl Panzram was a most unpleasant human being. As his noose was being prepared, he said, “I wish the entire human race had one neck, and I had my hands around it!”

I feel the same way about anyone who voted for the purple-lipped kenyan, only instead of one neck I wish it was one face I could slap the shit out of for a solid hour. You have no inkling of how badly you have fucked over your country and yourselves, and in the years to come, you would be wise to never admit you voted for the prick even once.

Of course, the problem with the years to come is that you will never piece the puzzle together on why things got so bad for you, and should you glimpse the terrible truth, a thousand voices are already working hard to make sure you doubt what you see and blame your suffering on the milktoast motherfuckers who aren’t/weren’t even in power during the fall.

Words fail me. I’m still in shock. You skin voters or welfare voters or what-have-you have done the equivalent of voting for another 9-11. I keep waiting for the scientitians at the Hard-on Collider to announce they have a wormhole open for anyone who wants to gets their ass over to the parallel universe where Rombot won.

But I don’t want to tarry on the subject. Periodically senility overtakes history, tyrants gain the upper hand and nations fall. America had a decent run, we got more shit done in our historical eyeblink than Rome did in one thousand years.

I constantly remind myself these days that it’s not my job to overly give a shit about the fate of America or the world.  The choice has been made for the rest of us:  by fools.  As I say often, without a hint of irony, “I look forward to death.” It always gets a laugh.  It should, I’ve practiced saying it until my timing is perfect.

 

 

 

 

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Connie Schultz, white female version of The Giggler

Saturday, 22 September 2012

I don’t like her her crazy eyes.

I don’t like her douchebag taxocrat husband, who invoked Godwin’s Law on the Senate floor.

Her sentimental drivel in PARADE magazine is a dull spoon.

Normally I just roll with it—-like reading Marmaduke as a knee-jerk reflex when I know it will create absolutely no mirth at all—-but this column stuck in my craw. I understand not liking Mitt Romney, I recognize the right to vote against him, but I HATE intellectual dishonesty, and painting Romney as a callous buffoon who has “written off” 47% of the nation is dishonest.

The column romanticizes the hard work of the wait staff, which is self-defeating, because Romney wasn’t talking about people who work hard.

I ask you also to consider what it must have felt like to be a server in that room. Imagine what it must have felt like to be those hourly wage earners listening to a presidential candidate depict them as lazy. Now multiply them by millions.

Schultz knows Romney isn’t talking about hourly wage earners; he wasn’t referring to retirees living on Social Security or people collecting Unemployment and temporary welfare.

Everyone knows someone–usually at the periphery of their circle–engaged in welfare fraud and faking disabilities. When I went to jury duty, a woman who worked for a company which sold motorized carts described ‘sick’ people literally springing into the dealership to get a taxpayer-funded cart. Everyone I know has at least one story of some vermin in line at the grocery, buying hundreds of dollars of steak and salmon with an EBT card, then hopping into a brand-new Caddy. Don’t get me started on the fucktards at the IRS, who sent refund checks to inmates in prison, and in one case, 2,300 people living at one address.

I shouldn’t have to resort to watching Charles Bronson kill The Giggler to calm down.  But that’s where we are as a nation.