My super dumb and even more naive friend <or should I say serf?>,
From now on I shall only reply to you if you call me King Flaco.
Why?
Very simply put … you wrote …
I wonder, is this what you had in mind when you elected Obama as President?
<I didn’t know, but am pleased with the glimmer of wisdom you have shown… that I was the only vote that counted.>
Did you really want him to nationalize the banking industry, and the car industry, and the insurance industry and then the healthcare industry?
<No, we’re just propping it up, ditto, ditto, and let’s revamp it!>
I wonder, did it bother you at the time that the man would drop 1.8 trillion in debt on us?
<Not us, your kids dumbass (but don’t worry … as republicans they can afford it. Want proof? The Country Music Channel <CMT> is now not on expanded basic cable. F#$% Republicans! The GOP are elitist, rich, fickle and selfish creatures of the underworld.) >
<P.S. Keep having fun struggling to get the moderate independant vote! >
You have really put us in a fine mess this time!
<I’m not sorry. And i’m gonna raise the taxes on your rich ass even more. To save the environment and get universal health care. Because I’m a hippie. A really good looking hippie.>
So be it. The King has spoken.
All praise King Flaco.
( I’d end it xoxo but King Flaco doesn’t hug or kiss, even the rich … like yourself.)