Yet the comically uncoordinated Don’t Tread on Me flag waving colonial era costume carnival continues to collectively sip their weak brew, desperately defending a disturbingly distorted interpretation of the Constitution that drastically distills the document down to two simple assurances, the right to freely voice their confused cup half empty policy positions, which curiously contradict their own self interests, and the right to steadfastly support their presumptuously paradoxical pronouncements with fully loaded lethal weapons.
Still sleepily steeped in the deliriously deranged notion that they are following in the footsteps of our founding fathers, this pathetic parade of posturing patriots are blissfully blind to the fact that they are only doing the bidding of a bunch of bingeing billionaires bent on drinking it all and leaving them holding the cold soggy bag of inevitable irrelevance.
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