Happy Thanksgiving from the Department of Health and Human Services

 This turkey died so that white man can live his sinful lifestyle!

Hello Americans of all races, religions and sexual preferences!  I am Kathleen Sebelius the secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services. And yes, I am a human woman.

I am not an animal!  I am a human being!

No.  I am not a Romulan woman who’s had her ears scaled back.  I am a fully functioning human though many have mistaken me for a Romulan.  Silly isn’t it?  I mean I’m not even closely related to Vulcans like the Romulans are.  Look, I am not an animal, I am a human being!  So knock it off!

Anyway.  What did I want to talk about?

Oh yes.

As you know the so-called holiday of Thanksgiving is fast approaching.  But what you may not know is that Thanksgiving was promulgated by the white man after massacring native Americans of color.  And yes I realize that the noble race of native Americans were here on this continent before the country of America the slave holders came into existence so calling them “Americans” is an insult but “native American” is easier to type on my English language keyboard than finding a software program that’ll type in a dialect of the indigenous peoples of this continent.

Oh I’m sure there are software programs that do just that but here at the Department of Health and Human Services I am too busy trying to undo the damage caused by triumphalist American culture to go online and search for it.

Because we at the Department of Health and Humans Services are all about two things:  protecting the health of all Americans and screwing the Catholic Church.

Did I say we were about two thing?  I’m sorry.  Three things:  protecting the health of all Americans, undoing the damage caused by meat-based culture and screwing the Catholic Church.

Did you know the Catholic Church is run by white men?  And that can’t be good.

Anyway I’m sure you are probably looking forward to a traditional Thanksgiving with lots of turkey followed by a few games of American football.  (And isn’t typical of arrogant Americans?  Stealing the name of football from non-racist, socialist Europeans and applying it to a game that has nothing to do with feet.  God.  Americans make me sick.)

Oh yes.  I’m sure you are looking forward to that meal.  Sounds like fun doesn’t it? Maybe to the dull-witted it does.

Lift up your minds Americans!

Meat is murder!  And your so-called game of football is violent, misogynistic and encourages testosterone-laden behavior.  Typical testosterone-laden behavior I’d expect from the soon to be crushed Catholic Church.

And so, under the authority granted to me by the Affordable Care Act I am banning the consumption of meat, meat by-products and any sandwiches sold at Blimpies which may or may not be meat or meat by-products.  (We’re still testing them at HHS to find out exactly what they are.)

I am also banning the so-called game of football.  (Did a Catholic invent this game?  I wouldn’t be surprised.)

I am also changing the name of this holiday.  Thanksgiving? What have you to be thankful for?  Thousands of years of northern European aggression, patriarchy and poor dietary choices?

No.  The new name will be “Redistribution Day.”  It is my hope that by calling it “Redistribution Day” we will remember that there are fat cat bankers and capitalists in our midst who aren’t paying their fair share.  Just like the Catholic Church.

And instead of meat why not eat something the government wants you to eat such as carrots or Brussels sprout?

And instead of so-called football why not watch the WNBA?  Women’s basketball.  Truly a sport uninfluenced by testosterone.  What better way to lift up your minds than by watching seven-foot tall lesbians of color?

And so in closing I’d like to wish all my fellow Americans a very happy and joyous Redistribution Day.

Because we at the Department of Health and Human Services are all about two, no three, no four things:  protecting the health of all Americans, undoing the damage caused by meat-based culture, social engineering and screwing the Catholic Church.

That is all.

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My Exclusive Interview with Clark Kent

 Click on the f*cking sidebar!

Clark Kent, respected reporter for the Daily Planet, one of Metropolis’ bigger newspapers has quit his job, reportedly “disgusted” by the state of journalism today.  I recently  had a chance to sit down with Kent to discuss the state of journalism today.

MI:  Good afternoon Mr. Kent.  

CK:  Good afternoon, Mr. Infidel.

MI:  So tell me. What brought this about?  What prompted your decision to leave a steady job and a steady paycheck at the Daily Planet?

CK:  Basically I was frustrated.  I wasn’t my own man.  I couldn’t report on the stories I considered important hard news. Instead I was reporting on human interest softball stories that the editors thought would drive up sales.

MI: That had to be tough.

CK:  Exactly.  I’m a good writer and a good reporter.  So eventually I got so frustrated I quit.

MI:  So you quit?

CK:  Yes.

MI:  You weren’t fired?

CK:  No.

MI:  You’re leaving the Daily Planet had nothing at all to do with the sexual harassment lawsuit filed against you by Lois Lane? 

CK:  Our relationship was consensual. 

MI: That’s not what the court papers say.  I recently had them unsealed.  Let’s see.  What does she call you?  Mr. “Faster than a speeding bullet in bed?”

CK: I don’t want to comment on that.

MI:  She also said that you pressured her into having a threesome with Jimmy Olsen?

CK:  Jimmy’s a very special young man.  And legal too.

MI:  Okay let – moving along.  What are you doing now?

CK:  I’ve started a blog.

MI:  Really?  Welcome to the blogosphere.   So are you enjoying being a blogger?

CK:  Yes.  I get to write about what I want to write about.  What I think is an important news story.  And the freedom is great.  No more suits and ties.  I can sit at my computer in my underwear or even naked.  And I can watch Japanese porn while I write.

MI:  Okay, that’s just a stereotype.  Bloggers don’t sit around naked watching porn while they write their blogs. 

CK:  Oh really?  Really?  Isn’t there something you want to tell your readers?

MI:  No.  So what’s your blog traffic like?

CK:  Yesterday I got 45 hits.

MI:  You sound dejected.

CK:  I just thought I would have more traffic that’s all.

MI:  Well you can’t give up.  It’ll be slow at first.  So what are you doing for money?

CK:  See the ads on the sidebar?  I get 1/10th of one cent for each time someone clicks an ad.  You know eventually that’ll mean lots of money for me.

MI: I see.  Well that about answers all my questions.

CK:  As long as you’re here why not click on an ad?  Do it for me. Here, let me guide your hand.  [He takes Manhattan Infidel’s hand.]  My, your very strong.  Do you work out? I bet you  look good in a t shirt.

MI:  I – I think I better go.

CK:  Don’t go.  Not before you click on the ad.  I need the money.

MI:  I’m leaving.

CK:  Come on just click on the ad.  Is that too much to ask?  I need the money.  Click on the f*cking ad pretty boy!

MI: I’m out of here.  

[Clark Kent grabs Manhattan Infidel and throws him on the floor.  He attempts to drag him to his computer.]

CK:  Click on the f#cking ad!  Just click on the f#cking ad and you can leave.

[Manhattan Infidel kicks Clark Kent in the groin and escapes.]

MI:   You’re psycho.

CK:  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m just under a lot of stress.  Come back!  If you see Lois Lane tell her I love her.  And I still have her underwear.  Jimmy’s too!

And so ended my interview with struggling blogger Clark Kent.  If you have a chance to visit his blog and click on the ads on the sidebar I suggest you do it. Or he might hunt you down.

Hey, blogging is a blood sport!

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Drummer for Def Leppard Arrested for Murder of Richard Kimble’s Wife

The case of the murder of Helen Kimble, wife of Stafford, Indiana pediatrician Richard Kimble (pictured here) has

An innocent man taken a new turn.

At 1 pm local time Rick Allen, drummer for the English rock band Def Leppard was brought into Stafford police headquarters by Lt. Philip Gerard.

Def Leppard’s drummer is a murderer!

“I am proud to say we finally have the murderer” said Girard.

Girard then answered questions from reporters.

Reporter:  Why did you arrest Allen?

Girard:  Kimble kept saying that his wife was killed by a one-armed man.   A man with one arm only.  And the original one-armed man I arrested as you can clearly see, has one arm and a stump.

Technically not a one-armed man

Reporter:  Are you serious?

Girard:  I’m a public servant.  I’m always serious.

Reporter:  How did you find Allen?

Girard:  My son listens to that rock music.  He knows I was looking for a one-armed man and he said, “Dad, the drummer for Def Leppard has one arm.”  Naturally I was confused as to why a deaf leopard would have one arm but then he said it was a band.  I went to their concert and arrested him backstage.  He has one arm.  That’s good enough for me.

Reporter:  Are you freaking serious?

Allen maintains his innocence.

Dude, I’m a drummer.  This is ridiculous.  Anybody with a brain knows that the only rock drummer who committed murder was John Bonham!  No wait, I forgot about Keith Moon.  And Ringo.  Let’s not forget the murders he’s committed.  And the Grateful Dead’s drummers? Don’t get me started.  But me?  Innocent.  Look I have one arm. How’s a one-armed man going to kill someone?  Slap them to death?

As for the heretofore fugitive Kimble, he has expressed satisfaction at the arrest.

Girard’s a f#cking idiot.  Four years of my life have been wasted.  Four years of running around America while that moron chased me. 

He had one arm!  He was a drummer!

I told him when we were on the train together and he was taking me to death row that a one-armed man did it.  A one-armed man who looked like a drummer.

Kimble plans to sue the town of Stafford for back wages.

Do you know how much a pediatrician makes in one year?  Sweet.  And I lost four years.  I’m suing their ass off.

As for Fred Johnson, the original one arm with a stump man under suspicion, he confirms that Girard is an idiot.

I told him I did it.  I gave him details.  But no.  He says, “I don’t know.  You have one arm and a stump.  And I’m looking for a man with one arm only.”

As a reward for bringing in a vicious one-armed drummer, Stafford has announced that Lt. Girard will be promoted to Captain.

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Hollywood to Remake Casablanca

 Rick and Ilsa engage in heterosexual love

Seventy years after the movie Casablanca became an instant classic, Hollywood has announced plans for a remake.  While the roles have not been cast as of yet, I was lucky enough to look at the script, which I will recount here for my readers.

I spoke to a Hollywood producer who told me the movie will follow the original in all essentials except for some updates to make the movie more “relevant” for a modern audience.  The updates are as follows.

  • Rick is actually a Nazi sympathizer.

“The Nazis were socialists after all, and that makes them the good guys” said my source.

These two exchanges in the script highlight Rick’s disdain for uncouth America.  In the first one Rick discusses the German war machine:

 Major Strasser: Are you one of those people who cannot imagine Germans in their beloved Paris?

 Rick:  It’s not particularly my beloved Paris.

Major Strasser:  Can you imagine us in London?

Rick: Well England already has in place a socialist system so I don’t see the need.

Major Strasser:   How about New York?

Rick:  Hell yeah!  It’s time to arrest some bankers!

The second exchange shows Rick’s concern that his home country has lost its soul:

Rick:  If it’s December 1941 in Casablanca what time is it in New York?   I bet their asleep in New York.  I bet their asleep all over America in their pursuit of profit and capitalism!

  • Rick is worried about climate change:

Captain Renault:  What in heaven’s name brought you to Casablanca?

Rick:  My health.  I came here for the waters.

Captain Renault: The waters?  What waters?  We are in the middle of the desert.

Rick:  Goddamn global warming!  See, that’s another reason to hate America.  They rejected the Kyoto protocols!

  • Rick is concerned with the obesity epidemic in the world.

Rick:  Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.  And orders a Big Gulp.  No wonder she’s put on weight.  

  • Rick and Captain Renault are lovers.

Rick:  Louie I think this is a beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Captain Renault:  It is.  I can’t wait to redecorate!

In addition to these updates, Signor Ferrari’s character, played in the original by Sydney Greenstreet will be arrested and executed by the Nazis for “pursuit of profit and crimes against socialism.”

And in one pivotal scene Sam, angered by Rick’s condescension and hatred of black people fights back.

I ain’t playing nothing for the man!

Rick:  You played it for her you can play it for me.

Sam:  F*ck you.  I ain’t playing nothing for Whitey no more!

Captain Renault’s character, played by Claude Rains in the original, will own an arugula farm and be a strict vegan.

“Casablanca is a classic” said a Hollywood producer. “So we decided to change nothing.  Except for the characters and script and all that.”

And there you have it.  I can’t wait to see the remake when it comes out.

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A Message from General John Allen, Coalition Commander in Afghanistan

Carpet bomb them with emails!

The war in Afghanistan, aka, the “Long War” has seen many commanders and many changes in tactics over the years.

Today at Manhattan Infidel I am pleased to turn over my blog to our current commander in Afghanistan, Marine Corp General John Allen, who will discuss the challenges he has had to deal with prosecuting the war.

General Allen, I give the floor to you.

Thank you Manhattan Infidel.

I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country.  He won it by having sex with the other guy’s wife under a desk!

All real Americans love the sting of battle!  And sending shirtless photos to another man’s wife.

By God I actually pit the poor bastards we’re going up against.   We’re not just going to shoot the bastards, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.

And if that doesn’t work we’ll demoralize them with 30,000 pages of inappropriate emails.

The Taliban are the enemy.  Spill their blood.  Shoot them in the belly.  When you’ve just finished having sex under a desk and put your hand on a bunch of goo on the face of another man’s wife you’ll know what to do!  Resign!

I don’t to get any messages saying we are holding our position.  However if you must send an email make sure you carpet bomb the enemy with, oh, I don’t know, say 20,000 to 30,000 inappropriate emails.

Demoralize the enemy! Demoralize them by sending them 30,000 emails!  I want your email trail to the enemy to go through them like crap through a goose.

I mean look at me!

I will send emails to you like crap through a goose!

Would you want to be carpet bombed with emails from me?  Would it make you cry?  You’re damn right it would.

Now there’s one more thing I want you to remember.  One day when you’re at Central Command in Tampa Florida and you meet this woman

Carpet bomb her!

ask yourself this question:  Is she millions of dollars in debt and a potential security risk?  If so, get her email address!

Alright now you sons of bitches, you know how I feel.  I would be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere!

Unless of course I’m busy emailing some other man’s busty wife.

Rommel you magnificent bastard I read your emails!  All of them!  All thirty thousand of them!

That’s all.  You are dismissed.

General Allen I thank you again for taking time out from your busy schedule to address my readers.

Manhattan Infidel

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Manhattan Infidel’s Ten-Point Plan to Get the Hispanic Vote

 Voto for Us-o, No-o?

The defeat of the Republican candidate for president was in large part due to the loss of the all-important Hispanic (or is it Latino?) vote.

Having spent the entire week since the election pouring over the available data moving the bodies from my crawlspace to a remote upstate location I now present my exclusive ten-point program to win the Latino (or is it Hispanic?) vote.

But first let me address a few words to my Hispanic (or is it Latino?) friends.  My Spanish is faulty so I apologize for butchering your fine language that has brought the world so much besides the Spanish Inquisition.

Why-o You-o No-o Vote-o for-o Us-o?

Anyway, on to my ten-point program.

Point One:

Burn their crops.

Studies have shown that burning the crops of a peon will have a dramatic effect on their vote.

Granted, most Hispanic in the United States live in urban areas so burning their crops might be difficult.  As a replacement I suggest burning their pit bull.

Point Two:

Get a Hispanic celebrity to endorse the Republican candidate.

Politics is as much about culture as anything else.  Hispanics will not vote Republican until they feel it is socially acceptable.

Therefore I have contacted legendary Hispanic celebrity Speedy Gonzales

El Republicans are arriba arriba!

and he has agreed to campaign for the Republicans in 2016.  I thank Speedy for his contribution and will now let him speak in his own words:

“The duck with the pistola seems to be tied up at the moment. So back to the Mexican Bandstand with nothing but twist music. Everybody twist!”

I believe what Speedy means is that we should all twist to the Constitution and a limited government.

Thank you Speedy.  You are a true patriot-o.

Points Three through Nine:

The numbers three through nine are racist and will not be included in my ten-pint point program.

You know what else is racist?  The NYPD for forcing me to move the bodies in my crawlspace to a remote upstate location.

There!  I said it!  I’m not afraid of the NYPD.  (Well, except for their small Hispanic female officers.  They are scary and I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of one of them.)

Point Ten:

I don’t really have a point ten yet.  Between moving all the bodies from my crawlspace to a remote upstate location and doing my laundry I haven’t had time to formulate it yet.

But when I do, trust me.  It’ll be a good one.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have just made the unfortunate discovery that one of the bodies in my crawlspace is still alive.

Where the hell is my shovel?

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FBI Uncovers Consensual Relationship Between Adults

 Consensual relationships are our “thang.”

The Federal Bureau of Investigation, long known by its nickname “The Privacy Penetraters” has set the world of Washington DC afire with the discovery of the affair between CIA director David Petraeus and his biographer Paula Broadwell.

Speaking from Washington, FBI director Robert  Mueller told reporters that

The FBI prides itself on uncovering and destroying two things:  Organized crime and consensual relationships between adults.  But mainly consensual relationships between adults.  Oh hell who am I kidding.  We don’t touch organized crime.  Those guys are dangerous.  We are all civil servants making a civil servant’s salary.  Who wants to get killed over that?  So now we mainly monitor emails hoping to find sex stuff.

As is the FBI’s want, they were  monitoring CIA emails hoping to find evidence of sex.  That’s when they first uncovered the emails from Broadwell and the reference to “sex under a desk.

“At first we were confused as to the meaning” said Mueller.

Sex under a desk?  That’s a drink I have a happy hour.  In fact I asked one of the younger men here in the office if he’d like to have sex under a desk with me sometime and he kissed me and told me that I have given him the courage to come out of the closet. I mean, WTF?

Confused as to its meaning, The FBI brought in as a consultant an expert in the field:  former President Bill Clinton.

After reading the emails and the reference to “sex under a desk” Clinton immediately booked a flight to North Carolina, where Broadwell resides.

“He was out the door pretty fast” said Mueller.  “All he had was a plane ticket, flowers, condoms and a box of cigars.  We never heard from him again.”

Without Clinton’s help the FBI struggled to ascertain whether the phrase “sex under a desk” was in fact sex-related.  The Bureau finally decided it was sex-related after intercepting the following text exchange:

Petraeus:  I enjoyed having sex under a desk with you.

Broadwell:  I never knew sex under a desk could be so fun.

Petraeus:  We should do this every happy hour.

Bill Clinton:  Can I get in on the action?  I love sex under a desk and promise not to come in your mouth.

Petraeus:  What the hell? What’s he talking about?

Broadwell:   Excuse me this is a private conversation!

Clinton:  I got cigars!

The FBI then confronted Betraeus who was then forced to tender his resignation to President Obama.

“We’re still not 100 percent sure ‘sex under a desk’ in fact refers to sexual relations” said Mueller.  “But I’ve learned to stop asking men in the office if they want to have sex under a desk with me.”

In a related note a message on the FBI’s website has asked Americans to “send us all their sex-related emails.  Please.  We’re very lonely.”

Bill Clinton could not be contacted in regard to this story.

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What Would Chris Christie Do for a Chance to Get a Hug From Bruce Springsteen?

 New Jersey Governor Chris Christie tours the Jersey shore after hurricane Sandy

Being a member of the mainstream media means that I am relentless in my pursuit of cocaine, crystal meth. Asian hookers, teenage Asian hookers, teenage Asian hookers with crystal meth, the truth.

And after watching New Jersey governor Chris Christie (pictured above) in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy I decided to get to the truth of a question that has always haunted me:  What would Chris Christie do for a chance to get a hug from his idol Bruce Springsteen

Utilizing the latest in computer technology and sparing no expense I wrote a sophisticated algorithm program that formulated the odds of Chris Christie performing certain actions for a chance to meet Springsteen.  I now present to my readers the results of the first annual  “What Would Christ Christie do for a chance to get a hug from Bruce Springsteen?” algorithm.

Possibility number one:  Would Chris Christie (pictured below)

I like eating

betray the Republican party in the aftermath of a hurricane, suck up to the President and give Obama a chance to look Presidential in the run-up to election day?

My program returned a 36% possibility of this happening.

According to my algorithm factoring in Christie’s weight problem (a manifestation of daddy issues), northeast RINO tendencies and all around asshatness it is highly likely that Governor Christie (pictured here)

Governor Chris Christie betrays the Republican party

would indeed make a fool of himself sucking up to a Democratic president, thereby destroying any chance of advancing nationally in the Republican party.

I think.  Then again he is just the type of RINO suck up who thrives in Republican leadership these days.  So the possibility of error in the algorithm is a distinct possibility.

Possibility number two:  Would Chris Christie (pictured here)

Chris Christie will set your grandmother on fire

set fire to someone’s grandmother and roast marshmallows over her while she screams?

Our algorithm struggled with this one before returning a 65% chance that Governor Christie would roast marshmallows over a burning and screaming grandmother.  Surprisingly we found a 92% chance that he would do this even if there were no possibility of meeting Bruce Springsteen.

Possibility number three:  Would Chris Christie (pictured here)

Governor Chris Christie before attacking a movie theatre

mutate a strain of Bird Flu and release it into the general population, killing potentially hundreds of thousands for the chance to meet Bruce Springsteen?

Our algorithm returned a 96 percent possibility that he would do this.  The only reason this wasn’t a 100 percent was the four percent chance that Bruce Springsteen (pictured here)

Bruce Springsteen tells kids to get off his lawn

would himself mutate Bird Flu and release it into the general population for a chance to meet Chris Christie.

Possibility number four:  Would Chris Christie (pictured here)

Chris Christie in a relaxed moment

tell a six-year old kid that Santa didn’t exist?  And further, when said kid started crying would Christie then tell the kid that he was joking?  That Santa does indeed exist only he thinks “you are a naughty child and a bad motherf*cker” and he wouldn’t give you any toys even if Chris Christie had set his grandmother on fire and was roasting marshmallows over her screaming body? And would Governor Christie then proceed to crack open the crying child’s head and feast on the goo inside?

Our algorithm found a 100 percent chance of this event happening.   100 percent.  Like the percentage of the vote that President Obama received in several districts in Cleveland.  (Not that I’m implying there was fraud involved.)

When contacted about my algorithm, Bruce Springsteen expressed interest and said that he would be willing to hug Governor Christie if the Governor were to pass laws redistributing the wealth.

Just not his.

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Silence

 Our country how great she used to be

No post today in wake of Obama’s reelection.

Just one tattered American flag.

There will be no post tomorrow either.  I’m tired.

America.  This is how nations die.

~ Manhattan Infidel

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America Votes for Free Stuff

Give me Free stuff!

President Obama has been reelected.

Yes.  You heard correctly.  President Obama has been reelected.

Four years of recession.

Four years of scandal.

Allies insulted.

Enemies bowed to.

Ambassadors killed and dragged through the streets.

Debt increased by five billion.

Obamacare set to take effect.

All this.

And America still reelected a small, petty, vicious man who makes Jimmy Carter look like George Washington.

I for one welcome my new overlords in the mainstream media.

I for one welcome my new overlords in the Death Panels.

I for one welcome my new overlords in the Muslim world.  First amendment?  It insults Allah!

I look forward to the rioting when the United States defaults on its debt.

If this election has taught us anything it is that we must destroy the Republican party.

We must never vote Republican again.

It’s time to “Whig” them.  Let the party disappear.  A new party is necessary.

Once there was a country dedicated to individual liberty and limited government.

Once there was a country that had a constitution, a thing of beauty.

But America has chosen free stuff.

That is the secret of Barack Obama’s victory.

Too many people now suck off the Federal Teat.

Socialism is an evil system.  It doesn’t make the poor richer.  It makes the rich, and the middle class poorer.

Our government will grow larger.

Individual freedom will disappear.

The all powerful state will tell us how to think.

The all powerful state will dictate our conscience to us.

Religious liberty is dead.

Catholics voted for Obama.

Women voted with their lady parts.

Our new religion is the state.

Our new religion is the Democratic party.

Its sacraments are taught in our schools.

Its priests are worshiped as holy men.

The media are its propaganda wing.

Once there was a great country called America.

But we settled for having Europe like us.

We settled for being Europe.

In the next four years as our debt piles up, as unemployment increases,  as the middle east kills more ambassadors  I don’t want to hear anyone complain.

We asked for this America.

We deserve it.

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