Yes it is.
Unless you’re in Prison, Or over 80.
Or the current president.
Or dead.
Or unemployed with twenty dollars to your name.
Or the writer of this article.
Yes it Is!
These are the word that have been written over and over again on the wall of my cell with a soft lead pencil so that while reading it and you get to a smugged word you think could possibly a different word that might break off into a different, cosmos changing train of thought that could bring enlightenment to the whole of man kind, but it turns out just to me president, or twenty, and you’re forced to keep reading even thought you can’t remember where you stated and you’re pretty sure you’ve already read this wall, but just in case you better go over it.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Did I welcome you back to the Asylum yet?
Welcome then.
Communism has a lot going for it. For one thing it doesn’t have Governor Gramcracker or Mayor Kumquat Killpatrick. I can’t stand either of them. Really. I just can’t. I’m fed up with them about as much as I am Paris Hilton. And you do NOT want to know how fed up I am with Paris Hilton.
It’s been a week full of news and press conferences and that’s really made the inmates with tv time in the common room really grouchy. Really. It started with the President and the state of the union address. Considering he’s not coming back, I would have hoped that G.W would have shown a bit more flair and, for example, gotten the writers from Saturday Night Live to write the speech. It could have been a political Roast or titanic proportions. Instead it was just more of the same drivel. He did through a bit of a change up and admitted that the nations economy isn’t parallel to dimension that his Texas ranch is in.
We can’t mess with Texas, His Texas doesn’t exist in the same space time continuum as us. I’d like to go to that Texas sometime, where the oil rigs are made out of pipe cleaners and gush chocolate syrup. Where the longhorn cattle are made of marshmallow and you can carry a gun and shoot people dead in the street because they bleed strawberry quick.
Must be somewhere near Governor Gramcracker’s Michigan.
Hey Gov, get a clue. I’ll give you two because they’re small.
If you stop the companies that already here from hemoraging their jobs overseas, you won’t have to travel the globe asking everyone and their asian brother to bring their business to Michigan. Pretty Please. With Tax incentives on top.
If you really want to balance the state budget, cut every government employee that makes $50 grand salaries and over and cut their pay in half. Personally I think they should all be knocked down to minimum wage for at leasts one year of their time in office, and then thrown in prison after.
And now lets really break down a wall and I’ll let you know exactly what I think of Mayor KK and his city of Detroit. He should be branded on the for head with the name Carnegie, chained to the front of the “Fist of Joe Lewis” and used as a battering ram to knock the the place down. The city should be burned to the ground, the ground sewn with salt, and left for the wilderness to reclaim for the next thousand years. Maybe that way we can get rid o the black hole that drags down and utterly obliterates everything about this state that could be good. You have no idea how many times I’ve heard a conversation about Michigan ended with “But there is Detroit.”
“The lakes are beautiful, Mackinac is great, but there is Detroit.”
The Gov goes on and on about tourism, but as long as Detroit exist weighing down on the state like a lead weight on a rubber sheet, then nothing good will ever come of us.
Vaporize the city of Detroit, and like a Phoenix, create something good from the ashes.
Then move on and do the same thing in Washington, Washington DC, New York, California …
