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- Shh. #
Two minutes to midnight. 2012-05-20 Tweets.
Two minutes to midnight. 2012-05-19 Tweets.
- Goodnight, #FuckingInternets Good work, sleep well. I'll likely kill you in the morning. #
- You have been running hot and cold lately, challenging you to … More for Cancer http://t.co/k2nRGimq #
- Good morning, #FuckingInternets We're all in it together this morning. Except that guy.
Screw you, that guy. # - Today in History:
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- “The Passenger” by Iggy Pop is my new jam. ♫ http://t.co/5VJLKPsS #
Two minutes to midnight. 2012-05-18 Tweets.
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- Good morning, #FuckingInternets Go back to bed if you can. #
- You rawk! RT @VintageLunacy Yes I'm a black female blasting rock, indie, oldies and classical music with two 12 inch subs, yep that's me. #
- Home. Doing nothing.
And it's good. # - Got my HBOGo set up.
Now, back to Netflix. #
Two minutes to midnight. 2012-05-17 Tweets.
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- Huh?
Camp?
RT @sleepjunky @dharmabob Thinking of doing @CampNaNoWriMo this year. Seriously need to write. How about you? # - Ghost Brothers of Darkland County – Review http://t.co/3iKTtaPS #
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A Modest Proposal in Regards to Illegal Immigration
A Modest Proposal in Regards to Illegal Immigration
It’s obvious that in these modern times, we need strong and brave solutions to the pestilence of illegal immigrants coming to our shores and across our borders.
These immigrants, no longer happy with taking American jobs at pennies on the salary dollar in their own countries, have decided that they’ll just sneak over here and take the jobs we kept here, and do it for the outrageous rate of dimes on the dollar.
Americans who are unemployed have enough trouble finding good jobs already. And while no illegals, to the best of my knowledge, have resumes posted on theladders.com, you can be sure they’re scouring craigslist.com and taking all of the sweet dishwasher and landscaping jobs right from under our noses. Some of them even take two or three of those jobs at one time, just so that they can make what I expect to make in a forty hour week at McDonalds or Walmart. If you need to work a hundred hours to compete with what I can make in forty, don’t question that I must be better than you! Numbers don’t lie!
What we need to do is simple.
Repeal the 13th Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America.
By it’s very name ‘amendment’, it’s easy to realize that this is something that was added to the Constitution as laid out by the Founding Fathers of our Nation, and not a part of their original vision. It was added well over sixty years after the fact, when all of the Founders of this Nation were safely dead and unable to protest.
Once this amendment is out of the way, it will be a simple matter to begin rounding up all of these illegal immigrants and give them a new, legal status as personal property.
I propose that, initially, a Finders-Keepers policy be enacted, in which any citizen who finds and detains an illegal can then register and take immediate ownership of said illegal.
Great Civilizations have been built on the back of Slavery. Without a slave system in place, Greece, Rome and Egypt would still be nothing but nations of goat herders. Even the lower North American nations who once had great civilizations, had them because of slavery. The United States of America would be a struggling nation today without the slave power we harnessed to give us the time to think, to grow and plan, and to push the indigenous, savage population further away from the natural resources we so desperately needed to grow as a nation.
I know that this will be a touchy subject for the African- Americans. They should rejoice that it’s now their turn again to own slaves. Something that civilized Africans haven’t done since some of them designed pyramids.
Foreclosed properties can be easily made into community immigrant barracks. They live packed into small apartments now. Those choosing to own slaves can pay a modest tax for the use of said barracks, as well as pay into a health plan to make sure that their property is well maintained. It will be easier to afford these taxes once we have these people working for us, rather than against us.
For ease of identification, collars or bracelets, made to fit tight about the neck or wrist, can be stamped with the name of the slave, the owner and the barracks to which the slave belongs.
Plans can also be enforced for forced contraception or breeding, so that the population is maintained at a viable rate. This will also keep the children from over taxing our educational institutions. All they will need to be taught can be taught in a barracks classroom or in the field and on the job.
This will also allow the opening of new jobs for American citizens as an industry in Slavery continues to grow. Businesses that already own slaves for work in sweat shops or the restaurant industry will now be able to place their slaves on the tax rolls, meaning more openness for the business in question, while increasing the taxes collected.
Let’s face facts. The illegal aliens are here, and are not going anywhere. This proposal will only work towards the benefit of all mankind as we utilize them as we best know how and return this country to the values it was once based on.
Road Trip Day 1/2
Hey y’all. I’m sitting in Brooklyn amidst boxes and the chaos of moving over twenty years of history. Mom is moving to North Carolina, close to my younger brother and his family.
I’ve been down here since Saturday night, helping to pack my Mom’s life up into neat (and not so neat) boxes. Lend emotional support. And attempt to not be such a pain in the ass.
Doing good with all three, so far.
Tomorrow, the movers will come and pack all of this stuff into a truck, and then put it in another truck. Some of it will go in the car (my Mom’s Mac and other important documents), and when the truck leaves, we’ll get in and start driving to North Carolina. I’ll tweet and check in on foursquare when I can, and let the Fucking Internets see how we’re doing. So watch those spaces for info.
See ya later.
AngryBob
A Steampunk Tale of the Gay 90′s
But for a nervous twitch, the Inventor sat quietly as the Gentleman slowly browsed the showroom floor, casually looking over each of the brass and steel Automech. Occasionaly, he would stop and study one a little closer, rocking back and forth heel to toe as he puffed his large–and especially offensive–cigar.
“This one,” he said as he peered close into the glass eyes of the six foot, man-shaped figure. “Tell me what it’s good for.”
“Ah! That’s Champ. Champ can do small chores around the house. He can bring the paper in. He’ll announce visitors when you’re home, and frighten away burglars when you’re not. He’s good with children, other Automech and household pets. He’ll even feed himself coal when his boiler is cooling down.”
“That’s all?” the Gentleman said. “Says here on the card that he’s good for the wife.”
“Well,” the Inventor said with a slight blush. “He has an attachment, for the hysterical wife.”
“The hysterical wife? What sort of attachment…”
The inventor removed the attachment from the case and snapped it into place. The Gentleman’s eyes grew wide.
“Oh. I see. But what’s that larger attachment? Surely not…”
“Heavens no!” the Inventor said. “That attachment snaps into place at the wrist, for steaming dishes clean and removing wall paper.”
“Dishes and wallpaper, eh? Well, I’ll tell you what, sir. Remove fifty dollars from this price and I’ll take him!”
Two days later, the Inventor was reading the daily paper when he noticed the story about a gentleman who had somehow managed to be killed in some strange home misadventure. Apparently, he had somehow boiled his bowel and intestine from the inside out.
“Back to the drawing board,” the Inventor said.
Yes. I’m clever. And disturbed. Disturbed and clever. The Gay 90′s! Get it? And also: the thing on the Hysterical women? Sadly, the concept was believed true then… look it up. Easy to imagine a steampunk view of that. Just be careful which attachment you use.