One thing the Boboma Debacle perfectly illustrates is that it's better to have a fat president than a skinny one.
Hold on, son, the wind is picking up. A man should be big enough for his clothes. Doesn't this guy have a tailor? He just keeps getting smaller, per speech -- blow out some more hot air, get smaller. Soon he'll be shopping in the Lil' Mister department at Nordstroms. Not that he ever was big, or that he's losing size quickly. He must have been very very full indeed though, because he surely does love to speechify.
Yes, ad hominim. It's my civic duty. People who set themselves up as puppetkings of the world need to be attacked. And since he is the leader of the Fraud World, it is only appropriate that I follow his lead. Attack the man. He's evil. Grrr.
Speaking of death, I give you: America. This is a dead parrot. Sucked dry by a vampire. Started probably with Social Secuity, and sunk its teeth to the bone with income tax. Yes, I understand the chronological order is reversed. But the universally instituted system of government supporting its citizens is antiamerican. And it is impossible to work in this country without a government issued license, the SS#. And the IRS has a SWAT team -- well, so does the Dept of Agriculture. Automatic withholding -- so you don't even realize how much they're taking from you. Yes, they. Congressional redistricting makes office a sinecure. Gay marriage is a fait accompli, soon to be universal. I don't care about gay, or marriage, but for judges to drag us through the lookinglass is, well, a governmental encroachment upon conscience. No, this is not America.
I'm sure the government algorithms have flagged my little blog. I'm harmless. What else could a man without a country be?