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Posted on 12/23/2012 6:54:00 PM PST by Libloather
I have never seen a quickie payday loan center in a prosperous neighborhood, only in democrat controlled neighborhoods
Strange, but the left side looks nothing like Detroit, which is 100% Democrat controlled.
I don’t think the artist has been to the liberal bastions of Detroit or East St. Louis lately.
The one on the right reminds me of the Democrat utopian paradise of Detroit. There aren’t any Republicans there. This “art” is defective.
1 less Republican Senator
If he were a Democrat, he would not have to resign
The artist also forgot to put in the free range unicorn ranches on the left side, showing the unicorns excreting everything liberals need and desire cost-free from their rear ends, such as free Obamaphones, free gumdrops and free skittles.
Title for Illustration:
The Left’s Bifurcated Escape from Reality
What a load of B.S. Take all the text from each side and SWITCH THEM, along with the mountains.
You notice that on the marxist's side no one seems to be working.
Anyone notice there’s no church on the left side of the picture?
Library, Vote here, Open daily?
I thought the union hall looked a bit like a church.
folks that is DC on the left of the picture.
They can exist because they can tax us all and give us nothing in return.
What will the san franfreakos and dc effetes do when the zombies come for them in their latte shops?
they will scream for help and then suffer terribly, LOL.
they will blame GWBush for the zombie riots. (note zombies are defined as the “gime free stuff, low info, low IQ, voter).
at that point is it wrong to let them reap the fruits of their personally created hell?
BTW: Just where did you find this pic?
There should be some minarettes on the left side with big speakers atop them, with screams of “Allahu achbar, kill the Jews!” emanating from them.
There should be some male Somali immigrants chewing khat, butchering goats on their front porch while discussing the best methods for beating their wives, and debating if it is better to marry off their daughters to toothless old men in Yemen or to young Palestinians who are likely to leave them widows the next time they go bus or pizza parlor bombing.
There should be pimps on the corner offering the latest teenage runaway boys and girls to congressmen circling the block in their big black gas guzzling cars.
There should be someone fencing stolen goods in an alleyway.
There should be elderly people trapped in their homes peering out through barred windows and wondering if they can risk going out to buy groceries.
There should be a holdup at a mom and pop store.
There should be a horrendous riot going on and cars should be burning in front of the shattered windows of a Starbucks, a smashed up hotdog cart and a toppled fruit stand, because someone at Fenton Communications started a rumor that the coffee was not really shade-grown fair-trade coffee, and the fruit cart vendor was accused of genetically modified fruit and alar coated apples. The black hotdog cart vendor should be fleeing for his life as the liberal mob bears down on him shouting profanity and racist slurs at him because they think he sold a hot dog to a conservative.
There should be some union goons beating a scab’s head in with a pipe, sabotaging company vehicles, and stealing company property.
There should be a gaggle of Hamas members working behind a charitable front, writing checks to Democrat congressmen.
There should be a shattered house on the left side too, the debris from its meth lab scattered all around it.
And there should be a school with kids and teachers cowering in them, getting beaten up by gangs.
No it isn’t. But it will be interesting to watch.
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