She’s the one that asks for the thugs to send a helpful message to faces of the stupid uppity pipples with his bark-hard calloused mook knuckles. She is a means of input.
She’s here to save us from the horrors of freedom and sign us up for a program that includes food pellets when we press the right level sometimes and beating when we don’t. Social Justice lawyers despite their names are just a new way to beat us for incorrectly desiring things that are outside of the the Utopian plan.
We should not desire the right to say no to paying for someone’s expensive birth control when they are going to law school. So we must be beaten for our own good. She has gone to congress and asked that we be therapeutically beaten with the protean but always hard and heavy hammer of social justice on the hidden anvil of the people’s secret revolution.
If we look likely to shatter then we will be removed from the anvil and heat treated after the hammering to release the stresses. Maybe for as much as eight years we will be allowed to forget the hammer blows.
But by hook or by crook, one day we will be returned to the anvil, and it is inevitable that at some point, sooner or later, we WILL be in the correct shape and we will see the glory of the Utopian plan. We will LOVE our new shape until the revolution requires us to take a new shape as the elite encounter some new fad they wish to explore with proletariat flesh on the behalf of the good of the people.
Why is it the left always seems to have some ready made victim for each new political thrust. Fluke spent her life preparing for this moment, the moment she would step into the breach and further the lefty cause.
Honestly the analogy to a suicide bomber has been floating through my mind all week. It’s time Ms Fluke, you go detonate testify and there will be 72 virgins a lifetime gig at a (Pick one or more: activist NGO, nonprofit, Professorship, congressional seat).
Slut
I wonder what decade we’ll finally get a popular song featuring a Chevy Volt.
She’s an apparatchik.
She’s the one that asks for the thugs to send a helpful message to faces of the stupid uppity pipples with his bark-hard calloused mook knuckles. She is a means of input.
She’s here to save us from the horrors of freedom and sign us up for a program that includes food pellets when we press the right level sometimes and beating when we don’t. Social Justice lawyers despite their names are just a new way to beat us for incorrectly desiring things that are outside of the the Utopian plan.
We should not desire the right to say no to paying for someone’s expensive birth control when they are going to law school. So we must be beaten for our own good. She has gone to congress and asked that we be therapeutically beaten with the protean but always hard and heavy hammer of social justice on the hidden anvil of the people’s secret revolution.
If we look likely to shatter then we will be removed from the anvil and heat treated after the hammering to release the stresses. Maybe for as much as eight years we will be allowed to forget the hammer blows.
But by hook or by crook, one day we will be returned to the anvil, and it is inevitable that at some point, sooner or later, we WILL be in the correct shape and we will see the glory of the Utopian plan. We will LOVE our new shape until the revolution requires us to take a new shape as the elite encounter some new fad they wish to explore with proletariat flesh on the behalf of the good of the people.
Face, jackboot, stamping on, forever, etc.
Like a banshee she was screaming there
Flame tips licking off her hair
She grabbed my sack and gave me a jolt
She’s barbecued in my Chevy Volt
And that’s all right with me.
Why is it the left always seems to have some ready made victim for each new political thrust. Fluke spent her life preparing for this moment, the moment she would step into the breach and further the lefty cause.
Honestly the analogy to a suicide bomber has been floating through my mind all week. It’s time Ms Fluke, you go
detonatetestify and there will be72 virginsa lifetime gig at a (Pick one or more: activist NGO, nonprofit, Professorship, congressional seat).A lifetime gig paid for with bitter clinger tax dollars.