Posted on 12/13/2011 5:47:23 PM PST by writer33
Santa’s got to make his deliveries, and he wants to know what he should leave in the stockins of Obama voters for Christmas this year. Even though Obama has practically destroyed the U.S. economy, Santa’s benevolence knows no end. The elves have been no help in answering this troubling question. So, Santa is asking American conservatives, knowing they will have the solution to the troubling problem.
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Yep. Obama’s stash. LOL!
:-)
A photo of his stash, one of his many family vacations, golfing photos and a thank you note for the higher taxes.
That might sober a few of them up. But they’d still need brains. LOL!
A Bible and a gun.
...something with a proximity fuse.
A one-way ticket to Kenya with their messiah.
Thanks!
Brimstone and treacle for the obozo voters!
leg irons
A bill for services rendered.
Not a bad idea.
He would not know know what to do with either one of ‘em!!!!
Leg irons. Appropriate.
Yes, indeed.
LOL! Brimstone and treacle.
Thought you might enjoy this.
A steaming pile of . . . can’t say that here.
Address To A Haggis
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace
As lang’s my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An’ cut you up wi’ ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
“Bethankit!” ‘hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll mak it whissle;
An’ legs an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.
Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a haggis!
LOL!
You know, I’m really torn because a lot of non-politically motivated voted for the first time and were taken in, and mesmerized.
Some of them can be redeemed.
I was once a young liberal; lasted until I’d been in the work world a bit. I was 19 when I started to awaken. Voted for Reagan next election in ‘80.
That said, we don’t have a lot of time to tolerate foolishness.
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