Shame, shame, shame on the Tea Party, this rancid group of ideological constipationalists, for giving such a noble name a bad rap. The Boston Tea Party’s audaciousness, which inspired the amazing flags of the Patriots and the ferocious mottos associated with the American revolution (Don’t Tread On Me – Liberty Or Death), was the stuff of legend, which even non-Americans found inspiring.
Then came the morons, the jackals, the cloistered parochials with their mobster agendas, pretending to be patriots, hijacking historical names and mottos to further their defunct political dogmas, all in the name of a panicky racism disguised as a ‘love of the Republic,’ which, no matter how one dresses and spins it, reeks of putrefaction.
Tea Party putrefaction. A rancid, putrid faction of imbeciles, cleft on the lip, joined at the hip and bereft of all reason, with shit for brains.
Don’t get me wrong, a few of the things Tea Partiers say do make sense (I said a few, not all), but the way they make their arguments and represent themselves, their general stance, is deplorable.
Tea Party bashing: check!
Next in line, the Loony Left. Yes, they do exist, and they are as moronic and ideologically challenged (diarrhea, not constipation) as their anal retentive Tea Party counterparts.
This has been a scatological report on the debt/budget crisis, care of yours truly. I hope you enjoyed it. I sure as shin did.
Back to the soap opera now, where your life is swell, your party always looking after your interests, your country the best in the world, your religion the alpha and omega, your atheism the end of history, your ideas the bestest, your farts as fragrant as lemongrass, your yard an area where kittens fly on rainbows and bumblebees sing songs that cure malaria. Have a wonderful day!