The above is a screen shot of the State Flag of Mississippi you dumb pricks. Like it or not Sparky …The Confederate Flag is part of our culture, why not just leave it alone? It is seen as Racist, because all of you ignorant numb-chucks choose to make it so.
While you are at it, impeach the Governor of South Carolina and every other Willy-Nilly in this country who is currently running around shouting … “The Sky Is Falling …The Sky Is Falling … ”
Today, because I did not win the Lottery, I am going to mow the grass myself, and not pay some poor slob from Honduras less than min. wage to do it for me. I am going to sit back, relax and NOT worry about how many black people were shot yesterday, how many undocumented worthless aliens came across the border to my geographical south, toting their respective bags of evil lucre from drug sales, gang violence perpetrated on the innocent and the weak. Why I live in what a great number of people describe as the “Richest Country on the Face of the Earth” on a street lined with pot-holes and crumbling infrastructure.
I am not going to worry about the gender of Bruce Jenner’s dog or cat.
I find myself not being able to stand another news flash … Which cop went down because of an errant bullet, what country we have tried to impose our will on lately, and whose flag is now suspect in our internal meltdown or capitalistic driven global expansion across borders throughout this planet in the name of Democracy.
What is next?
All you people with blue eyes, stand over there, no talking while you wait for the next train to who knows where. Word of caution, “do not drink the free Kool-aide.”
Today I am not going to tune into the “news” which has nothing to say except how many tons of shit people put up their nose, while their babies lie in the crib and want for food. Which girly man kissed another guy in Hollywood or which actress is no longer sporting her bug infested under-wear. I will pay little attention (or perhaps none), to which current blood-sucking-parasite has thrown his or her hat into the ring to be the next Non-Compliant-Congressional-representative who wants to give me AND the American People the leadership they not only want but apparently deserve.
Please excuse me as I hunt for a fresh plastic WalMart bag to deposit my vomit.
I no longer have time to wonder why we can (supposedly) put a man on the moon, but a kid at McDonald’s cannot make change for anything over a five.
It is not easy for one to sit back and watch a once proud, prosperous, magnificent Democratic Nation implode on itself.
If this is truly change, I for one, can live without it.