Palace Of The Brine

Posted: October 22, 2013 in Fridge Note, Humanity is a virus, Shovels

Dear Senator Inhofe.

Nope.

You want to know what WILL kill you, though?

Climate Change.  And it won’t even care how old you are.

You fucking dipshit.  You colossal ignoramus.

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Comments
  1. Mr. Dickweasel,

    The death panels already existed – they are called having bad or no insurance. Nothing thrills an insurance company more than you paying premiums, biting worms, and them not having to pay anything.

    You know, the republican mantra – kill’em all and I get their stuff.

    Ignoranomous.

  2. Whoa, whoa, WHOA!!!! You’re back! You’ve been missed, old chum.

  3. Holy crap, you’re gone for five months, and you do a gajillion posts while I’m up to my ass in alligators at work. Harrumph!

  4. Jim H. says:

    Death panels for pre-ACA insurers were MBAs, at best—or accountants or even mere bookkeepers bound to actuarial tables and profit margins. Not even healthcare professionals. Healthcare vs. Profits. Guess who won?

    Welcome back. or whatever.

  5. You fucking dipshit. You colossal ignoramus.

    Ooooh, can I play?

    You candy-assed cretin.
    You donky-sucking dunce.
    You shitheaded schmuck.
    You mealymouthed meathead.
    You goat-fucking goober.
    You lame-brained lummox.
    You shitstained sap.

    What can I say, I’m…
    An alliteration aficionado.

Go ahead, tell me how I fucked up this time.

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