
It's tempting to feel sorry for these poor fatheads, the New PeasantryTM, obligingly cringing, knuckling their foreheads and holding the door for the occupants of the GOP Limbaugh Limosine as the latter snigger at the sorry spectacle of a bunch of proles ranting and raving about the idea of taking millions from millionaires to waste paving streets, building armored fighting vehicles and running hospitals. But, like giving five bucks to a panhandling drunk, it's not a good idea. It just encourages the dumb bastards to drink more and harder. They need to straighten up and get a good job.
Ahem.
Wonkette, not surprisingly, has more.
That would be sad if it wasn't so funny. Or maybe it'd be funny if it wasn't so sad. Or something. I dunno.
Oh, yes, wait, I can say something more.

Ever.
1 comment:
The picture of the lady in headgear is priceless...our new Johnny Reb?
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