Shake, rattle and vacancies.
It can't happen here, you say?
It already did, back in 2011. The earthquake that we felt had it's epicenter in Virginia, a pinpoint on a map surrounded by hydro-fracturing pads.
Vote No! to immunity for those who would inject polluted water into our aquifers.
No! to legalized pollution
I see the 'executive fiat' king is promising the creation of "Promise Zones," wherein he will pick more of life's winners. Clearly his imbecility is on display once again. How about one big zone comprised of fifty states?
93 million of us are out of the economic loop, but he's promising promise zones, much unlike his repeated promises that we could keep our doctors and keep our health care plans...blah, blah, effing blah.
If you voted for the mystery man with the blank resume, you have my sympathies. And I await your apologies.
In closing, since you demonstrated that you are not to be trusted with a vote, please stay home and smoke your legal pot on election day. Have another abortion or something. Pierce an eyeball or two. Tattoo your scrotum. Fondle your brother, brother. Hug a tree. One that's about ready to topple over.
Jesus should be arriving soon. And if he doesn't arrive soon enough, perhaps the Sun can do us a favor by exploding.
It seems as if New Jersey Governor Chris "Toast" Christie no longer has to worry about losing weight in advance of an envisioned run for the White House.
Funny about that. We will elect Marxists, perverts, prevaricators, charlatans and blowhards. But we will not elevate a fat man to the presidency.
Oops! Scratch that fat thing. We will not elevate a calorically-challenged man to the presidency.
Later
It can't happen here, you say?
It already did, back in 2011. The earthquake that we felt had it's epicenter in Virginia, a pinpoint on a map surrounded by hydro-fracturing pads.
Vote No! to immunity for those who would inject polluted water into our aquifers.
No! to legalized pollution
I see the 'executive fiat' king is promising the creation of "Promise Zones," wherein he will pick more of life's winners. Clearly his imbecility is on display once again. How about one big zone comprised of fifty states?
93 million of us are out of the economic loop, but he's promising promise zones, much unlike his repeated promises that we could keep our doctors and keep our health care plans...blah, blah, effing blah.
If you voted for the mystery man with the blank resume, you have my sympathies. And I await your apologies.
In closing, since you demonstrated that you are not to be trusted with a vote, please stay home and smoke your legal pot on election day. Have another abortion or something. Pierce an eyeball or two. Tattoo your scrotum. Fondle your brother, brother. Hug a tree. One that's about ready to topple over.
Jesus should be arriving soon. And if he doesn't arrive soon enough, perhaps the Sun can do us a favor by exploding.
It seems as if New Jersey Governor Chris "Toast" Christie no longer has to worry about losing weight in advance of an envisioned run for the White House.
Funny about that. We will elect Marxists, perverts, prevaricators, charlatans and blowhards. But we will not elevate a fat man to the presidency.
Oops! Scratch that fat thing. We will not elevate a calorically-challenged man to the presidency.
Later
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