The Official U.S. Language – Mandarin or Cantonese?
As our nation continues to hop along like a three-legged, neutered toy poodle, I can’t help but think of the glory days… Remember the days when we were a super-power nation? That was something huh? We were strong, somewhat unified, and respected – feared even. Ahhh…
What a fucking nightmare we’ve become. The middle east has us over a barrel – literally. We take lip from wuss-nations like France. We allow a spoiled brat in North Korea to make the rules. We depend on China to bail us out financially. Geeeeezuus – if my dead grandpa isn’t spinning in his grave…
It’s now hip and cool for the press to attack America in the news daily. They bad mouth our troops, seemingly searching high and low for any bits of shaming news to report. Their heads are so far up Obama’s ass that their legs look like his tail…
But the masses have spoken… It’s not like Obama waltzed into the Whitehouse and took root on his own. Nope. He was openly invited to take root by a misinformed, cult of personality. The mindless weed has grown, and spread, with many official appointments. Washington D.C. is nothing but a neglected lawn overrun with weeds.
Now, as the Gulf of Mexico is quickly becoming one big deep-fryer ready to serve shrimp tar-tar, and shrimp ala-where-the-fuck-is-the-leadership-in-this-country, once again we wait. We sit, and we wait. We wait for someone else to take control. We wait for someone to do something. We wait, complacent and dumb. We wait for father-China to fix all our woes.
