
Found on The Gun Counter.
prince of everything visible from where I'm standing at the moment
So, I dial the towing company - yeah, they stil have the contract, and yeah, they will send their trucks right out.
Little over an hour later, three cars gone.
Out of pure fucking spite. Because I am a mean and hateful bastard, and that’s how I roll. And yes, had the Bumpers been full of conservative stickers, I would have let it slide. Discrimination, purely based on what they were. What of it? Whatchoo gonna do ’bout it?
So this morning, I drop by there, and find a nastygram stuck in my door, along with dried egg. The nastygram boasts of egging the building, and calls me a big poopy-head. And, to make the hat-trick, SHE SIGNS HER NAME.
*happysigh* One thing I can count on is Lefties not being terribly bright. One complaint of vandalism sworn out.
I sat, as did millions of other Americans, and watched as our government underwent a peaceful transition of power. I was proud as Mr. Bush took his oath of office.
I was sad as I watched Mr. Clinton board Air Force One for the final time. It may surprise you that this made me sad, but watching this part of the days festivities, I saw 21 United States Marines in full dress, with M-16s, fire a 21 gun salute to the outgoing President.
It was then that I realized how far America's military had deteriorated.
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Every last one of them missed.....