Useful Shopping Idiots
The Homeland continues its glorious slide into a beautiful
Romanist oblivion.
And the useful idiots did argue.
As the useful idiots argue, point fingers and call for the torture and death of each other…the Republicans and their less useful inbred cousins, the Democrats, continue the sell off of our once great experiment to the highest bidders.
Our great experiment of freedom and wholesomeness, was founded upon enslavement and genocide. So it comes as no surprise to anyone but us…that a people would resist being invaded, occupied and droned to death for Boeing, while the survivors are then required to work for Walmart and shop at Starbucks.
Ungrateful servants all.

Unappreciative Child Worker
As the useful idiots scream and yell about yet a different group of brown-skinned humans we’ve enslaved, Bank of America was busy “helping” both sides of the screaming idiot divide, by taking our billions and foreclosing on our McMansions.
The useful idiots clamber for a new leader, argue about the current ones and blame the liberal-conservative agendas of the other.
Patty Murray and Norm Dicks are as culpable as George W Bush and Henry Kissinger. Barack Obama might as well be Dino Rossi.
We broken and beaten citizens of the Homeland are being bled dry, fondled, irradiated and spied upon by the very same party leaders we argue for.
And still we shop.
We the spied upon, spent a record $31 billion dollars this Christmas shopping season. We did it for Jesus, and we didn’t even leave the house!
But still we failed. For we the “Assanged,” did not shop enough due to some snow. It’s never quite enough…and that’s what she said.
The dollars spent by Patty Murray, Norm Dicks and Dave Reichert for the wars against us and the rest of the world…spend well. The dollars not spent for education, health care, roads and a library or 1200…goes just as planned.
And still we shop till we drop.
Now if you’ll excuse me…I’ve got some shopping to do. There’s gas to buy, Wii’s to try and about 300 dollars worth of condoms, books and stuff, all waiting for me at my guilt free Costco.



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