Yeah, I'm "that guy" in the grocery line.
Did anyone see Obama address the nation about health care last night, selfishly taking up precious national airtime that would be better served broadcasting sports and IQ absorbing reality shows? Sick, right? Did anyone notice the slippery serpent using basic fundamental building blocks of the English language with words such as "Me" and derivatives thereof? My God (Glenn Beck)! The nerve! He said "This wasn't about him" but went on to reference himself several times. Ludicrous!
Let's cut to the chase bubba, a political savant like Sarah Palin wouldn't be caught dead with words like "myself" "mine" or "maverick" in her discourse as an effort to dodge embarrassingly elementary questions.
Nothing gets my jowls in a Nixonesque quiver of rage and panic like the imminent looming fear of a fat tax. The devil himself alluded to it last night.
"You will have to give up the things that don't make you healthier..."
Good God almighty! If that doesn't scream "You fatties are about to pay big time, I'm going to shake every last dime out of those rolls." I don't know what does. Let's face it folks, I enjoy being part of the elite, but I have no interest in being catapulted to the top 1% of the fat tax bracket. Goodness! I could solely fund the nation's health care under this inescapable socialist regime.
Well well, how does John Q. Taxpayer fight this in a resourceful and resolute way? Well he can't because he's dumb. So, How do I fight this while informing the general public? Here's where it gets good folks. I count how many times he says "me" or some form of the word. Genius right? Would I ever do something so trivial to any political figure with an "R" in front of their name? Of course not, that would be stupid.
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