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March 27, 2014
I subscribe to the democrat party’s e-mail updates.
They’re writing this morning to get me all excited about taking back the House of Representatives.They need me to get fourteen people from my city to chip in $3 or more, so they can bring 218 seats under democrat control; see, that’s the thinking. When-are-we-done. What’s the bare minimum — to achieve iron-fisted, dictatorial control on a whole host of issues? When can we start forcing people we don’t know to do everything our way? House of Eratosthenes
Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 27, 2014 8:51 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
Your Say
Oh yeah smarty pants?
Where do I get the hat?
Rather than call it a Red Letter, or Yellow Star,
I would consider it sportsmanlike to give my intellectually, and emotionally challenged brethren a "sporting chance" when we're sharing my sphere of influence. Call it "handicapping".
I don't think it would be "sporting" to ask others to pay for tattooing my (non-descript High IQ Society) membership number on my fore arm as a "medical expense", as I don't garner a weekly paystub with the words "Dept. of the Treasury" on it ANYWHERE.
BTW, Any "How did THIS gas bag FIND us?" complaints can be addressed directly to Mr. Code-y pants.
Posted by: CaptDMO at March 27, 2014 2:23 PM