Wednesday, December 24, 2014

You will know them by their friends

When you hang out with A-holes, you shouldn’t be surprised when they act like A-holes.  If you bring a stray dog into your home you shouldn’t be surprised if it pees on the carpet and chews a hole in the couch.  Mayor DeBlasio courted every left leaning loon in NY City to win election.  Now his constituency is blocking traffic, assaulting and murdering police officers.  Seriously azzbag, what did you expect? 

Now after giving his tribal moron mob free run of his city for a couple of weeks, Mayor D has asked the moron mob to cease and desist until the two murdered cops are buried.  The mob gave Mayor D the finger.  Ask any substitute teacher, once control of the classroom is lost, you might as well call in the principal and resource officer in to restore order, because when the animals escape from their cages and taste freedom, they don’t often return to their cages on their own.  Yeah cages are where most the tribal moron mob belongs – JAIL.

The mayor’s best bud - azzweasel, tax cheat, race baiting, lying, riot inciting buffoon of “we was inventin’ astrology (I think you astronomy there Skippy) when them Greek homos was livin’ in caves” fame Rev? Al Not-So-Sharpton carried on doing what the azzweasel does best - inciting the mob.  Right now I believe Rev? Azzweasel has more control over NY City than Mayor D.  Sadly, it’s a tossup whether or not that’s an improvement. Hey NY City!  You bunch limousine liberal azzwagons, you asked for it, you got it.  Enjoy the anarchy YOU VOTED FOR.

The proximate cause for the mob’s lawlessness, which ironically is bankrupting cities across America run by Dope mayors, is laid at the feet of two myths surrounding the deaths of a couple of petty thug criminals.  But when you pay attention to the “America sucks” rhetoric spewing forth from the tribal moron mob and their “leaders” like the human garbage that is the Rev? Al Not-so-sharpton the mob is really blaming all of their grotesque behavior on the American founding.

It’s going to get worse before it gets better.  The cops are probably going to have to split a few skulls to get the tribal moron mob’s attention and restore order.  That will further enrage the tribal moron mob.  There will be a cycle of escalation that stops who knows where.  El Presidente The Empty Suit may have to have another beer summit to get things of his own making under control.
Now we’re on the eve of Christmas.  So, we’ll try to chase the dire straits our country is in from our minds for a few days.  There’s no better way to do that in my opinion than with What a Glorious Night by Sidewalk Prophets.  If your toe is not tappin’ half way through this one, check yourself for a pulse.  Merry Christmas.  Back on Monday to wrap up the year.

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