A Democrat states the truth

And there's really not a part that I can disagree with:

What amazes me is that you could take a group of people who are hard workers and convince them that they should support social programs that were the exact opposite of their own personal convictions. Put a little fear here and there and you can get people to vote any way you want.

The voter is basically dumb and lazy. The reason I became a Democratic operative instead of a Republican was because there were more Democrats that didn’t have a clue than there were Republicans.

Truth is relative. Truth is what you can make the voter believe is the truth. If you’re smart enough, truth is what you make the voter think it is. That’s why I’m a Democrat. I can make the Democratic voters think whatever I want them to.”

If there's not a better explanation of the Democrat American Communist Party, I don't know what is.

!!!!!

Happy Birthday to the U.S. Marine Corps

Fucking shit up for centuries and still going strong.  Ooo-rah.

Sure, why not?

Tax the ever living fuck out of Hollywood and sports stars.  All of those rich fuckers who voted for Obama?  Tax it all.  Fuck it - all those movie stars making $25 million dollars a film?

TAX IT AT 90%.  MAKE THEM PAY THEIR FAIR SHARE.  They'll still walk home with $2.5 million, right?  That's a hell of a lot more than I make.  FUCKING TAX IT ALL.

Back home

Thank goodness.

Well...

It's apparent that America wanted a corrupt, narccissistc, incompotent Marxist as their lord, god, king and savior.


So they got him.

It was a beautiful country while it lasted.

VEGAS, baby! VEGAS!

Except I don't gamble at casinos, and I don't do titty bars.  So what else is there to do in the evenings while I'm at a training event all week?

Did you fall back?

I didn't.  Oops.  At least it gave me an extra hour, instead of taking one from me.

Deactivated my facebook account yesterday.  I realized that I spent more time arguing politics with my psycho liberal relatives than I did connecting with friends.  That's not relaxing, fun, or enjoyable.  So, good-bye.  And my relatives, none of which I like very much anyways, can all go fuck off.

I know that's not the greatest sentiment to offer on a Sunday.  But there is only so many lies you can stomach hearing before you simply say enough.  I don't have the time or the energy to constantly correct an old hippy who still thinks I'm a 13 year old kid.