Are the Teasters pissin’ into the wind?
Peepul! Not a day has gone by that the Tea Party hasn’t adopted a new policy that any real man worth is saltpeter would determine to be nothing more than a dream of Mao tse-tungs!
It’s as if the Teasters have become nothing more than a metaphorical swollen prostrate, putting pressure on their last remaining authentic values, letting them trickle away, dribble by dribble.
What happened to the days of yore when the Teasters marched lockstep to goosestep defending America’s core principles? When did they slip on the slope of Constitutional degeneration? Have they truly accepted each and every deviation from the dream of our founding fathers? When will these supposed originalists show the courage to defend 1787’s parchment and put an end to activist judiciaries and conniving state legislatures?
Thank God—and it is God who we thank—that we live in a democracy—a free society—a Christian society—a turn the other cheek, love and accept all society—and if you don’t like it then get the fuck out of our country and go rot in some retched corner of the third world where you can suck in the stench of three-day old piss that’s been streamed by some skinny old man with a myriad of sexual diseases caused by so-claimed ignorance and superstition, but we really know was a result of him not being good enough or strong enough to become an ‘Merican cause we know everybody can be ‘Merican if they really want to, but if they try to cut in line we’ll shoot their balls off—so yes, thank God we live in a country where we have a rich tradition of freedom and love for all—that is until those judges and state legislature began eating away (and washing it down with God knows what, likely the urine of that skinny old man—how much do we really owe China anyway?) at our beloved Constitution sending us reeling down a piss-ridden path to slip and fall into the present—
Must I not go on? Nay!
Must I not stand here and leak the news that escapes the Teasters awareness like the piss spouting from a severed catheter of a paraplegic? Nay!
Must I not spray, splatter, drizzle, dribble, or simply rain such gold upon the Teasters? Nay!
Must I leave the Teasters alone in such a puddle, hoping it saturates their pant cuffs and seeps up their pant legs to sink back into their heart s where such ideas propagated in the first place? Nay, I say! And I say Nay again!
I am with you, my Teasters. Let us take ‘Merica back from those heathen Leftist swarms! Do not succumb to their trickery, their edging ‘Merican values out, supplanting it with foreign, European ideas like “Equality for all.” That’s Socialism! And Socialism corrodes the very fabric of ‘Merica like the bile-ridden, dark yellow piss on the pants of a dehydrated still-wearing-last-night’s-party-clothes drunkard corrodes the pipes of the public swimming pool he trespassed into on his way home from that party last night, which he left beonly cause he puked all over the cat. “Equality for all?” That’s Obama! That’s Mao! That’s Lenin—and Lennon! That’s your Amendments!
Constitution, I can hardly see ya! Strip away those alterations! Come back to me, my ‘Merica! Teasters, join the peeparty. Set up the Teapee!
First they took our money (Amendment 16)
Then they took our booze (Amendment 18)
Next they gave women the right to vote (Amendment 19)
Later they gave us back our beer (Amendment 21) flip-flop1 flip-flop!
Now they want gays to marry (Amendment 28?)
What’s next: Mexican-Americans? (Amendment 1,347?)
Where will it end?
Save our Constitution
Repeal the Amendments!
Restore ‘Merica’s original Constitution. Anything less is to fornicate with Satan!