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If I could just have one more thing to stress about today I might just be able to push my BP over the “HOLY SPIT!” threshold and into the “DIAL 911!” range. Please God, just one more thing could go wrong today. Just one? I mean, really!
I’ve been good! Why the hell have you sicked Karma’s Ass Biter Brigade on me today? Am I paying in advance for something covered with copious amounts of Awesome Sauce? Should I buy a Lotto Ticket? Should I put in the paperwork for that Sound Suppressor to the Houston CLEO???? I mean with the feces river undertow I’m trying to swim against today; you’d think I could have saved up enough credit to become the man-god of a small 3rd World country!
Seriously, STOP IT! I’m not as strong as you evidently think I am. REALLY! STOP! My wack-a-doodle switch has a 5 pound pull on it and you’ve just hit 4 and 7/8th. Enough. Don’t you have mean people in DC and LA to jack with? Why can’t you make Barry have a toothache or maybe serve him warm gazpacho soup? I’m sure some porn king pin in LALA land has some unfortunate test results to get back from the doctor? Someone else. PLEASE!
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Conservative, educated, understands history, distrusts government, distrusts politicians, dislikes pop-culture, and carries a firearm. In short, I'm what The Framers of The Constitution were counting on and everything your government wants you to fear most.
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