“And what I don’t understand is that after getting so thoroughly f#$*$% up the a%%, without a job, $100,000 in student loans…you still side with them. You still don’t get it.”
“And what I don’t understand is that after getting so thoroughly f#$*$% up the a%%, without a job, $100,000 in student loans…you still side with them. You still don’t get it.”
Because voting for a conservative, be they American or Canadian, is far, far worse.
yeah well, when ya gonna start holding up decapitated kids as trophies? Ya got the implacable fanatic thing down pat….have ya grown a beard yet?
And why is that, John?
Hey Johnboy, how many PoliSci jobs do Fiberals create? How they gonna employ all those Liberal Arts majors, at least more than the bar they tend?
Or is your solution more and more gubmint jobs, pushing papers in a circular chain around the office, much as what we see at the municipal level, the Fiberal/Lefty Farm Team, as it were……..
If it weren’t for PoliSci and Arts degrees, Starbucks and The Second Cup would be out of luck for baristas.
See the following:
http://www.smalldeadanimals.com/archives/scratch-a-lefti-34.html#comments
Their “educations” didn’t teach them to draw conclusions from facts, so why is this a surprise? Faithful adherence to doctrine was rewarded. One can jump from an airplane with no parachute, unharmed, until one hits the ground. Welcome to the ground, kid.
Its very simple Harkov. Everybody knows that if you downsize government all the idiots and English majors who work there will be out on the street, where no one will hire them for even a fraction of the dough they make off the public t1t.
I mean, where is Babs Hall going to get a six figure job offer outside the Ontario Human Rights biz? She’d be slinging coffee at Timmie’s if she was lucky.
Johnny boy is just protecting his iron rice bowl.
Simple. The younger people who still side with dear old Mom and Dad Boomer are the ones still living in Mom and Dad’s basement.
Their brothers and sisters who managed to find ways of keeping body and soul together on their own, no thanks to their useless, self-absorbed spendthrift parents, have no intention of paying crushing taxes to keep the old bags of beef in style, never mind stretch their three score and ten to four score and fifteen on the CPP and OHIP.
With an international border safely between me and the mother of mine who squandered every penny my father ever made and then some on drink and self-indulgence, and thought nothing of cuckolding him and neglecting his children by way of expressing gratitude, she can count on no support from me in her “golden years” when my father’s pension cheques either start bouncing or no longer cover the price of a cup of tea, never mind what pills and potions she might need to put off her day in the court of the Almighty.
If I’m feeling generous, and she asks me nicely enough, I may be able to cover the price of a needle and enough sodium thiopental and pancuronium bromide to put the old cow out of her earthly misery. I look forward, if the Lord sees fit to grant me entry into His kingdom, to seeing the misery that awaits her below. I have neither the ability to spare her that nor much inclination to try. She had plenty of time when she was young to listen to the Law and the Prophets and what they had to tell women who would be good wives and mothers. At this point it’s too late for her to undo the damage she did, even if she tried.
Ladies and gentlemen, one day the last of the “liberated” narcissists of the baby boom will be cast into the pool of fire and sulphur, where they belong. Pray that, if the Lord will not return in the interim, that He at least suffer us to outlive them.