At this very moment, inbred albino megalomaniacs, dressed like rabbits, are working in coordination with the central banks of the world to suppress the price of gold. By this fall, they will be lucky to be eating from dumpsters.
Vince Foster: In their minds a perfectly valid way to achieve the presidency all other options having been exhausted?
Never underestimate the depravity of the mind of the sociopath.
And. . . they’ve decided to authorize the United States Department of Justice to sue OPEC.
Let me get this straight, these imbeciles, without doubt America’s finest, oppose drilling, oppose the building of refineries, and fail to mandate higher passenger car fuel efficiency standards for 32 years and OPEC is to blame? Why not sue China and India for allowing their citizens to purchase and fuel automobiles? How dare they! The audacity of aspiring to a standard of living on par with that of the so-called developed world and competing for our oil.
I wish I could say otherwise but when the wheels do fall off this country, over the next three years, no one can say we didn’t have it coming. And so, several years from now, when it gets so bad here that others pass beyond scorning us to actually pitying us, we may have the makings of a cyclical bottom.
When you vote for clowns, the joke is on you. Unfortunately, intelligent, well-meaning people are often smart enough not to bother, leaving clowns the only choice.
Anyone expecting salvation in either of the different heads of the hydra vying for political domination this fall would be better off pursuing truth in the thoroughly unscripted and in no way contrived spectacle that is professional wrestling.
Ron Paul was this country’s best hope. All you can do now to make the best of a bad situation is split the ticket down the middle. You do not want to see either party in control of both the White House and Congress.
As James Madison wrote in the Federalist No. 51, “If men were angels, no government would be necessary.” Men aren’t. The next best thing to minimal government is divided government. Split it.
Not that I’m an authority, but I don’t understand why professional basketball is being played in late May. I think I stopped giving a crap around the time Michael Jordan retired. Grew out of it, I guess. Or something.
So, as legions of my countrymen sit gape-mouthed and glassy-eyed staring at video displays to watch overcompensated pituitary freaks run back and forth across a wooden floor, I offer my condolences. I hope to be doing something relatively worthwhile. Like sleeping.
In the news today, Saudi leaders say they see no reason to increase oil production. Well, I’m calling their bluff. I don’t believe they could even if they wanted to. I believe their largest fields are in decline, despite their disingenuous and self-serving protestations to the contrary. Valkyrie, your oil is running out.
What is Saudi Arabia without oil? A medieval theocratic monarchy baking in a godforsaken desert, and that’s before the Islamist insurrection. Kissing time is over.
Given the choice between certain death by exposure to lethal ionizing radiation from nuclear fallout and probable death by exposure to the circa 1962 survival biscuits in those fallout shelters that still have them, I choose radiation.
Read the article here. I agree wholeheartedly.
Increasingly, when I venture into the office restroom to relieve myself, I find that that my predecessor or predecessors in elimination have been so kind as to leave an unflushed bowl of urine. I suspect that he or they are operating under the belief that in so doing, they commit a pious conservation of precious water resources.
But I don’t see it that way. I see a full bowl of urine that some jackball did not have the decency to flush. And then I proceed to flush it before getting to the task at hand.
The non-flusher clearly is insane for thinking that he is saving the world by leaving a bowl full of urine. But he is also insane for thinking the poor sap who happens upon his gift to the world will choose to join in the madness and refrain from flushing before relieving himself. I suppose in the non-flusher’s vision of nirvana, a very large number of users would contribute to the bowl until at last, with the putrid golden contents nearly flowing over, one man, regrettably, must flush, but only to spare the floor. Or perphaps not. Perhaps the ideal is to never flush and to allow the contents to overflow into the drain on the floor.
I want the non-flushers to know that to deter such conduct in the future, each time I am so fortunate as to happen upon a bowl full of urine, I will be compelled to flush the bowl, not once, but twice before relieving myself.
If we agree to adopt this response in unison and communicate our intentions to the non-flushers in a visible public manner, skywriting perhaps, I am confident that together we can stop this awful trend dead in its tracks.
God willing, we will prevail in peace and freedom from fear and in true health through the purity and essence of our natural fluids. God bless you all.
