Barry Warning!
"Canada is not the paradise it is often made out to be."
Canada is to the United States as Diet Coke is to Coca-Cola Classic. It's slightly similar, looks the same at a glance, but only has one calorie and tastes like crap.
I don't know anyone like this.
or that ALL blue-state residents are godless unpatriotic pierced-nose Volvo-driving France-loving left-wing communist latte-sucking tofu-chomping holistic-wacko neurotic vegan weenie perverts?
I do, however, know plenty of these.
That Barry guy -- he ain't right.
He's a nut!
Add to that: "knuckle-dragging, gun-toting southern neanderthal" and I resemble that remark! :-)
I was thinking of going over to Reginald Denny's for supper.
Well, according to Rodney's tagline, no.
"Can't We All Just Get Along"
In two simple works: HELL NO!
He has a good insight on many things.
As for this column, the thing that puts Barry in with the blue staters, "You will NEVER find out whether or not I am a Samoan, unless there is a generous federal program that pays millions of dollars to Samoans, in which case: Put me down as Samoan."
Yes, he WILL take a handout whether he needs it or not. And he don't need it folks.
Read at your own risk you knuckle-dragging, neanderthal fundamentalists, you! :>)
I think Dave Barry was following me around last month.
I'm series!
I had to go down an IRS office and get some info my accountant wanted (cheaper for me to go than him).
The dweeb at the front desk pretty much insisted that I fill out a survey, NOW or LATER!.
I took the survey with me to the featureless cubicle of another dweeb and pretended to be interested in it while the petty little bald-headed jelly-belly bureaucrat berated non-stop for trying to do the right thing and get caught up on my taxes.
When I had my printouts, I got up, and with great self-control, walked away without punching anything. Dweeb #2 asked for the survey and I said I'd fill it out LATER (while managing to stuff it into a jacket pocket as I turned my back.
Dweeb #1 also asked for my survey on the way out, and I just pointed my thumb over my shoulder to dweeb #2's cube.
I swear, before I started posting tonight I found the survey in a jacket pocket and pulled it out. I was sitting here thinking about ways to defeat any security measures it had (they're serialized, but who knows what else?) and send it back to them with "FU Dweeb!" as the answer to every question.