Oh, golly, Erick, son of Erick, is not pleased with the state of our union. For that matter, he isn't too happy with that word, either. Here's his astute assessment of where we stand today: Tonight, Barack Obama will stand before the Parliament of Whores in Washington, D.C. with Chuckles and the Orange Man behind him and, in more ways than one, say, “Ask now what you can do for your government, but rather ask what your government can do for you.”
“They can’t get us through airports without groping us,” Would you rather be blown up?
“ they can’t deliver our mail without a bailout,” $0.49 for a letter delivered anywhere in the USA is a pretty good deal.
“ they can’t fight a war without turning the military in a sociological experiment,” War is social engineering Erik if you don’t like don’t ask for it.
“ and they can’t manage healthcare without 404 errors,” Let’s talk about how your website went when it first came up.
“death panels” More chicken fucking Erik?
“ and rigged numbers to hide massive debt.” Just like Ronald Reagan showed us.
The TSA? Thank George W. Bush for that particular bit of security theater.
Bailing out the USPS? Thank the Republicans who passed a law requiring the Postal Service to set aside medical retirement benefits for employees who haven't even been born yet.
Turning the military into a socioogical experiment? Harry Truman did it first, and guess what? The unit got over that one, too. Pretty sure the guys in the foxhole don't care if you *are* straight as long as you can *shoot* straight.
As for his arglebargle about ACA, if Congressman Darryl "Firefly" Issa wasn't hauling the IT people into his committee to answer banal and partisan questions, they'd actually be able to fix the dang thing.
What the ever living fuck is this clown babbling about? So the TSA is Bamz' fault now? And last I checked, most of those mythical unicorn farts sitting on our ledgers at the moment got there thanks to W and Saint Ronnie. But by all means Erick, feel free to catch a ride with Sean Hannity on your way out of town if you're feeling so damned oppressed. Head on down to one of those third world shit holes you're so enamored of and see if you can experience some actual real live death panels up close and personal...
“They can’t get us through airports without groping us,” Would you rather be blown up?
“ they can’t deliver our mail without a bailout,” $0.49 for a letter delivered anywhere in the USA is a pretty good deal.
“ they can’t fight a war without turning the military in a sociological experiment,” War is social engineering Erik if you don’t like don’t ask for it.
“ and they can’t manage healthcare without 404 errors,” Let’s talk about how your website went when it first came up.
“death panels” More chicken fucking Erik?
“ and rigged numbers to hide massive debt.” Just like Ronald Reagan showed us.
Prebuttal from a pro butthead.
Teets or GTFO!
Enough already about Uncle Sugar's moobs! It's lunch time and here I sit without an appetite.
That awkward moment when you realize that Erick Erickspawn gets better drugs than you...
The TSA? Thank George W. Bush for that particular bit of security theater.
Bailing out the USPS? Thank the Republicans who passed a law requiring the Postal Service to set aside medical retirement benefits for employees who haven't even been born yet.
Turning the military into a socioogical experiment? Harry Truman did it first, and guess what? The unit got over that one, too. Pretty sure the guys in the foxhole don't care if you *are* straight as long as you can *shoot* straight.
As for his arglebargle about ACA, if Congressman Darryl "Firefly" Issa wasn't hauling the IT people into his committee to answer banal and partisan questions, they'd actually be able to fix the dang thing.
1 unicornfart = 1,000 hobo beans.
What the ever living fuck is this clown babbling about? So the TSA is Bamz' fault now? And last I checked, most of those mythical unicorn farts sitting on our ledgers at the moment got there thanks to W and Saint Ronnie. But by all means Erick, feel free to catch a ride with Sean Hannity on your way out of town if you're feeling so damned oppressed. Head on down to one of those third world shit holes you're so enamored of and see if you can experience some actual real live death panels up close and personal...