The Wingnuts Went to Minnesota, and All They Brought Me Was a Glass of Kool-Aid
Oh, the Wingnuts.
God Love’em, because I sure as Hell Don’t.
Why is it, that with each passing day this election is beginning to feel more, and more like 2004 or is it, 1984?
Obama’s appeal was/is, “Change.”
The Wingnuts are the “Instruments of Change.”
Think about that for a Moment.
I come into your home, and Fuck Shit Up. I mean, the Damage is so Thorough, so Complete, you’d need a Fucking Electron Microscope to see its Full Extent.
A few weeks later I knock at your door offering myself up as the only person who can Repair the Damage.
But that’s not the worst part.
The Worst Part is-
You Believe Me, and Let Me In.
If Mc Thuselah, and Mc PALL-in are “Instruments of Change,” I’m next in line to Replace Miss Manners.
We know the Average Wingnut resides in Bizarro World.
This is Common Knowledge-
But how in the Fuck do they continue to convince so Many to Renew Their Passports?
You know, People in Comas don’t always Wake Up.