The Comrade gave me a good laugh. He's still on TV talking. He started his talk with, "Since I've been in office, we've been looking for ways to reduce federal spending."
My face hurts, laughing so hard. I almost couldn't pick myself up off the floor. I mean, you got to admit, that's a real whopper.
He's such a bald-faced liar, it's amazing. But I guess all he does is read the teleprompter. He's not responsible for anything he says. Maybe the script was left over from the Bush Administration. Maybe the Tea Party nefariously snuck in the lies and misrepresentation. Whaddaya think?
He talks now about all these chats he's having with Boehner and congress over the budget. Yeah, he's so willing to talk, so open to cooperation.
Where the hell he was when he last year when his henchmen, Pelosi and Reid should have passed a 2011 budget? Was he talking to anyone but them? The Republicans NEVER heard from him. Not a peep. Was the Comrade doing anything then but suggesting new ways to bribe congressmen to shove through this bullshit socialized medicine bill? And did these marxist blockheads do anything about a 2011 budget? No. Too busy applauding their success at wrecking the nation, waving around giant hammers, pretending they'd been spit at and cussed -- such noble, noble victims. What a huge load of crap.
And where the hell was the Comrade, when it really mattered?
Bowing to the Saudi king? Rabble rousing in Egypt? Insulting Queen Elizabeth? Displaying false humility to the King of Sweden? Basking in the specious glory of being the Golden Boy to save the earth?
However, the American people took care of it all in the November election -- throwing out the sorry asses of the suck-ups and pandering sycophants who voted for the Big Marxist Dream.
So now Comrade Butthead comes on TV, hat in hand, begging for "an adult conversation." But let's face it, he's not capable of an adult conversation. Far as I know, that's not part of the communist dogma. He'd be more at home waving a hammer-n-sickle banner and beating a little tom-tom, in between designating his Astro-Turf SEIU in red shirts this time to try to destroy at least one state government... for starters.
Comrade, I'm afraid your reputation is already made. We know you're a liar of monumental proportions. We know you're a marxist socialist. Too bad they don't have a Nobel Prize for that. How about an Ignoble Prize? He'd win every time.
Too late now, suckah, to make excuses and pretend you give a damn. We've seen the other side of your lying face.
And I'd rather the government shut down than this phony clown gets funding for any of his bribes-for-votes schemes.
Save the Republic.
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