Then we ate inadvertently and pooped consistency.
I like the unpredictable.
But don’t give me change.
Change is Obama’s throttle with which to beat down the economy into its own shtick of failure. He ran for office with his face on a red flag like a postage stamp.
His appearance made Stalin look like an uncle.
Stern lad, this cowardly girlish man from Hawaii.
Millions of people walking around looking for their old doctors and health care policies.
The senile elderly put their hands under their shoes and feel their souls escaping them.
We only lost about five hundred thousand men in World War II.
Obama’s ignorant economics is WWIII. And wait for Iran. The countless deaths will one day be counted.
In nineteen sixty-nine the draft board gave me a 4-F and said that they wouldn’t draft me if we had another world war.
Well, here it is, an economic nuclear explosion.
They won’t need me to fight. I’m too old and brain damaged. Another draft passes me by.
I am the lucky one who slips past Obama’s failures when I knew they were coming.
The monster lives in the White House.
Dr. Frankenstein is liberal.
He is you and you and you.
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