Guns. You think you have enough until the zombies come. Sic semper tyrannis.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Jack Sprat Sits Next to the Healthy Alpha Male
One more note on this picture. As I gaze at it...I notice how terribly skinny Øbama is. One could snap his ankles and legs like toothpicks. His feet look enormous compared to those bony, meatless limbs.
He's never been well-built, I grant. But it would seem that the Presidency has not only greyed his hair quite a bit, but left him hopelessly boney.
In other clothes, he might be mistaken for a starving concentration camp inmate.
Not that I care about him at all. Trust me, I don't. I just enjoy noticing what I hope is a sign of his further dysfunction, disappointment and misery.
It is not about an actual God or actual faith. It is a Mad, Dark Fraternity that permits its members to act out the most barbaric acts they can think of to fulfill their disturbed psycho/sexual perversions.
"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom,go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or yourarms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you.
May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen." -Samuel Adams