Get 2 Choppin

The recent turn in the fucking shit-storm that we call an economy has left a bitter taste in the mouths of many Americans. The job market is scarce, the future is fucking bleak, the goddamn government appears to have their heads so far up their collective congressional asses that they can’t see the light of the day and recognize the fact that we, the people, are pulling out our pockets finding waded up credit card receipts turned to lint and 99 cent fucking greasy cheeseburger wrappers.

The fucking funny thing is we are expected to pay for this colossal fuck up while some banking bigwigs bastards still sit high on the hog and get a free fucking pass for being complete and utter douche bag slapdicks and incompetent fools at their jobs. You know what that fucking stinks like tuna fish vomit and bad body odor.

The election is around the corner and it still seems like a toss up. On one hand we have an inexperienced young black guy with a Muslim name and an old white dude, and the other an older white dude that can’t lift his arms above his head and an even more inexperienced pushy hockey mom. Thanks a lot for the great fucking choices. McCain looks like he is frozen in the ready position for someone to administer the Heimlich maneuver on his accent ass and Palin has an ascent that just makes her sound silly and ignorant.

Sound familiar, a.k.a. President Bush and his Texas tongue twisted talking troubles. We are suppose to have an electoral process that narrows the field to the two best possible choices, where the cream rises to the top, but instead we get that little piece of shit that just wouldn’t flush on the first time. You know what that fucking stinks like a two homeless people having sex in a sauna.

On top of that you add that next year social security is expected to rise close to 6 fucking percentage points. This means more fucking money comes out of our pockets that we will never see and it also means that more old people are living longer.

This in consequence means these older people will be clogging the highways and bi-ways driving ridiculously slow and merging at the last possible second which is going to raise my fucking blood pressure and put me into the hospitable where the health insurance crises will push me over the edge and lead to my eventual death and downfall. You know what that fucking stinks like Limburger cheese and a dirty diarrhea diaper. You smell that? Cause I fucking can!