While Bush farts around with imaginary “weapons of mass destruction,” making more guns, gunpowder, multimillion-dollar giant laser space frizbees and other bullhockey designed to make America more deadly against several hundred yak farmers with 3¢ to their name and 25-year-old rifles, Americans like me are quickly sliding into a pit of financial and emotional depression.And the sad thing is, even while separating his candidacy from Bushie-poo, McCain is busy hugging ole’ G. Dubya and using his speech writer for Palin.
Meanwhile, our mortgage goes up by 50%, which doesn’t matter to McCain—nothing like nepotism and rich family connections to help you buy yourself seven nice, big houses.
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