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My birthday again. I am 33 today...
8 years ago
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Fuck...well, my twenties were officially a waste because the Bush and Obama presidencies ruined my life and the minds of all of the adults around me.
I mean, really Republicans? George Sr,'s jock-boy Texan son? And Democratic party...what the shit, man? The only appealing president you could get after was Barry, period...and you try to follow him up with Hillary? Basic-bitch, lies like a rug, no conscience at all Hillary Clinton...
Somebody who is actually more morally reprehensible than how we thought Bill was back in the late nineties?
Oh, and fuck you for not even considering Bernie.
No, seriously, fuck you. From now on you "femi-shits" shut it.
No female president until you can tell the difference between a good candidate with moral fiber and just somebody who is a popular due to an inconsequential gender or party affiliation.
The only reason why you wanted her as a president is because she reminded you of the kind of spoiled, opinionated, sass-mouthed queen-bees you, your friends or your leaders in middle-school, highschool and college were. Grow. D'fug. Up.
Thanks to you shitty, two-faced Dems and the...obviously desperate and ill-informed Repubs...
I mean...oh my God, Trump? Donny Trump...A Dutch descended, tight-fisted, product of mid-twentieth-century era greed and wall-street ass-hattery...
TRUMP.
Good thing I voted my conscience AND my fears and backed Gary Johnson...I was originally going to vote for Bernie, but then the double-faced, old-school Democrats cut him out and replaced him with good puppet Hillary as quickly as they could.
And fuck the mainstream media... Fuck them. Instead of giving the old butter-rub to Hillary's meat-curtains every two minutes they should have been more concerned with being real American journalists and reported on the whole thing objectively, talking about the election race with a straight face. No smiles, no personal opinions, just straight talk.
But they can't do that anymore because all of the big corporations own them outright.
Shills, the lot of them.
Okay, and now you know why I hate politics.
Anyway, it's my birthday. Can I get some well-wishers and such? I would really appreciate it.
I mean, really Republicans? George Sr,'s jock-boy Texan son? And Democratic party...what the shit, man? The only appealing president you could get after was Barry, period...and you try to follow him up with Hillary? Basic-bitch, lies like a rug, no conscience at all Hillary Clinton...
Somebody who is actually more morally reprehensible than how we thought Bill was back in the late nineties?
Oh, and fuck you for not even considering Bernie.
No, seriously, fuck you. From now on you "femi-shits" shut it.
No female president until you can tell the difference between a good candidate with moral fiber and just somebody who is a popular due to an inconsequential gender or party affiliation.
The only reason why you wanted her as a president is because she reminded you of the kind of spoiled, opinionated, sass-mouthed queen-bees you, your friends or your leaders in middle-school, highschool and college were. Grow. D'fug. Up.
Thanks to you shitty, two-faced Dems and the...obviously desperate and ill-informed Repubs...
I mean...oh my God, Trump? Donny Trump...A Dutch descended, tight-fisted, product of mid-twentieth-century era greed and wall-street ass-hattery...
TRUMP.
Good thing I voted my conscience AND my fears and backed Gary Johnson...I was originally going to vote for Bernie, but then the double-faced, old-school Democrats cut him out and replaced him with good puppet Hillary as quickly as they could.
And fuck the mainstream media... Fuck them. Instead of giving the old butter-rub to Hillary's meat-curtains every two minutes they should have been more concerned with being real American journalists and reported on the whole thing objectively, talking about the election race with a straight face. No smiles, no personal opinions, just straight talk.
But they can't do that anymore because all of the big corporations own them outright.
Shills, the lot of them.
Okay, and now you know why I hate politics.
Anyway, it's my birthday. Can I get some well-wishers and such? I would really appreciate it.
