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Please let me have that Thought Criminal with the non-homogeneous Cube. I've got something for him...




Edit: Just looked at the thread you linked. Of course, you already knew of cheatneutral. Silly me, doubting your omniscience. I denounce myself in shame...


How can one argue against the moral superiority of Phil Donahue? How I ask?




Oh yes I also feel guilty for having a job, paying my bills, and not being uncontrollably in debt. I should go get credit cards I can't afford now.



But there is Hope!! What can I do to try to earn my place in the Party and heal the planet Earth from the ravages of CO2 and flatulence??
After reading this declaration from Comrade Red Square and the enlightened teachings of the High Priest of Climatology, Al Gore; I've realized that the answer is to practice a form of "Cap and Trade."
First, we must redistribute the wealth of ALL of the Robber Barons and affluent proles inhabiting this cesspool of "Freedom". Then after His Excellency, Nancy, Hillary and Harry Reid have started the Purges; every good Comrade would turn a mandated number of Dissenters, Birthers, KKKapitalists, and Constitution lovers into the State, for show trial and firing squad "education".
Yes Comrades, we turn our enemies in to the State, they are "capped" and we use their demise to offset our carbon/methane emissions. This would be a form of "Cap and Trade" that every loyal Party member could participate in.
This alone will remove untold tons of CO2/methane from the atmosphere, make food and water more plentiful and remove the slime of Freedom lovers/KKKapitalists from our midst. We can remove the scum of humanity from the Earth and make Mother Earth healthy and green again.
Praise be onto Obama and The Goracle!!



Thus they would serve two destinies.
The Destiny of future greatness. (Who knows they could become President)
The Destiny of 'instructing' the masses.
All Hail 'The One'.


We have learned that it is difficult to control citizens who are not guilty....so we craft more and more laws. With bountiful laws, everyone is guilty of something, yes? In this way, citizens will comply, lest they encounter real guilt. This is even more fun than "social" guilt!
Just TRY not breaking any of our laws, just TRY........
"Uncle Zero wants YOU to serve the Motherland!"



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In these dark times when Atlas Shrugged is gaining popularity, particularly against the more Progressive Atlas Complied, I have a humble request for the masses.
Perhaps Comrade Red Square could write and publish (on store shelves at Party Approved book sellers- not just in the Gulagosphere) the biography of Comrade Oleg, a hero of the revolution.
It's for the Children.
Yours in CHope,
COV










try some of this.


How can I find a slob who's undeserving enough to take this burden from me?
Somebody denounce me quickly and then take this pollution from my lungs.






As to the glasses. I need them not, for I have seen them and know them by their words.






These, dear comrades, are the days of specialization. Would you go to a barber to have a tooth pulled? No. Would you go to a GP for eye surgery? No. Would you go to a divorce lawyer for a tort case? No.
So why on earth would you actually think about where to give money? Silly fool, leave compassion to the professionals. And His O'liness has decided that we are not capable of our own charity.
He invites the wealthy to join with government in being charitable but in limiting deductions to 28% for well-off people he has insured that this coalition will fail.
All hail to the one--the most totalitarian public official since Henry Wallace. Who was, as we recall, defeated.




The poster might not make sense to those who have not seen the movie. I could not get the Utube video to embed for some reason.








I was in the Arctic sledding my Huskies across a great sheet of gray ice, while the red sunset flickered in spastic jolts with the Northern Lights. I was wearing a bear skin poncho and a Speedo.... when suddenly out of the Northern sky... Marx himself spun through the red sunset!
And he said: "Dreams are futile, join the collective and condemn the dreamers!"
As I awoke and my dreams shriveled up and died, I became the Seed of Glorious Misery!
I now denounce my redness, I am forever dedicated to gray... and as the words were spoken to me, I must forever denounce the colors here... Gray Glorious Gray For All!


















This explains all.














currently only in adorable tawny color


Rex, that is the definition of a horny-handed son of the soil, those gloves that you showed. And if you show any mercy whatsoever to your fellow compadres, you will not speculate on the term horny-handed son of the soil.




Proletarian Express is a rewards card, like the Platinum Card. You spend money and you get points. With the Platinum Card you get a rewards catalog--electronics, Starwood Points, things like that. With Proletarian Express you also get a rewards catalog. 10,000 points for a free prefrontal tuneup at Jifi-Lobo. 5,000 points for an oil change on your Zil. And 20,000 points for a denunciation of your choice.
If you collect 100,000 points you can have your own show trial. You get to choose the crime, you get to choose the judge and you even get to choose the Star Chamber that you're tried in.
Just fill in the application, using of course someone else's social-security number.


It is too bad I did not get one sooner, as my Zil just conked out for lack of oil. Oh well, I shall find a donkey and hitch it to the car. Perhaps then I can actually get beyond my driveway...












If you feel that pain between your ears which connotes cognitive dissonance, don't take an aspirin. Go to Jifi-Lobo! And you will be a happy Progressive, never bothered by thinking again.
It works for me. I'm a good customer.
Excuse me. Time to change my diaper. My last tune-up was a bit severe because just for a second I thought that His O'liness might not be able to square the circle and convert matter to energy just with a look of his eyes.


If I am correct, Gray Rooster is the one we call “Pugsly”. He scores high in the I.Q. Department with an inspiring 61
“5 points higher than the Obmessiah”,
“9 point higher than the US Congress”.
He seems to be building a resistance to the Psychotropic drugs, and seems to enjoy being zapped with a cattle prod, most likely we will need to send him to the Gulag. But he can be amusing, if you play Shirley Temple movies he jumps up and dances along and sings.
Commissar Red Star CEO Hemlock Hospitalityä INC
Director of Kicking Doors at Midnight
Keeper of the sacred Plasma Cutter
Herdsman of Rainbow Farting Unicorns
Keeper of the Faith




And Thing. Notice the square wrists--much like Miss Resentment at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.


Bonnie Fwank ventriloquist's arm goes up his……… this creates a rather disgusting mental image, almost as disgusting as my last visit to Rancho de Rio Grande, when the MTE, came out wearing a bikini, which by it's self caused me to vomit, but then she bent over to pick up a penny that fell out of Bruno's nose, the bottom part of the outfit snapped, the sight I saw....If I was not a Well disciplined Commissar who has been involved in many campaigns and seen the worst the KKKapitalist could dish out, as well as torture resistance training of having to watch 24 straight hours of Progressive insurance commercials with the fat dark-haired screecher, and episodes of “The View” with Rosie Opigo. I could have been blinded by this disgusting sight; I will admit I still have Nightmares from time to time and suffer from flash backs, about what I saw.
I tell myself it could have been worse, like walking in on Meow and Nansky seeing them going at it in wild Monkey Sex…….Excuse me…………………….Sorry I seem to suddenly want to heave dinner……
Commissar Red Star CEO Hemlock Hospitality ä INC
Director of Kicking Doors at Midnight
Keeper of the sacred Plasma Cutter
Herdsman of Rainbow Farting Unicorns
Keeper of the Faith






But now that you've brought it up, do you recall that after her bikini came off, Bruno shouted, "Theocritus! It's a double moon! Look at the craters!"?
At that point Nansky and Meow, who were, and again I repressed this, having wild monkey sex with a 55-gallon tub of J-Lube and fifteen of Dick Johnson's finest latex products. And they didn't even the grace to go into the room that serves for wild monkey sex and butchering roadkill, which at the end are pretty much the same thing.
7.62, don't worry about your next visit to Jifi-Lobo. Because of your services to the party I have pre-approved you for your Proletarian Express(tm) card and as a sign-up bonus you get a free tune-up on your pre-frontal lobes.
Make sure though that you put name tags on all of your nearest and dearest. Dr. Lecter has taken to drink and his hand is not as steady as it once was. But since under the Obama Administration he is going to be Surgeon General, it is merely a taste of things to come.




Great and Generous Leader, I do not know if you realize Meow paid one of the Troopers to film him and Nansky, I was told the camera exploded during the filming, and the Trooper he is still at Jiffy Lobo, But good News Tiny Tim Geithner sent him a letter asking him to join the Messiahs administration, Yes he is a drooling imbecile, but so is Geithner and the Messiah.
Commissar Red Star CEO Hemlock Hospitalityä INC
Director of Kicking Doors at Midnight
Keeper of the sacred Plasma Cutter
Herdsman of Rainbow Farting Unicorns
Keeper of the Faith


I'm still thinking about Meow paying one of the, er, troopers to film him and Nansky having wild monkey sex. Have you seen Nansky without her clothes? I have, at the Rancho.
The only thing that I can figure is that Meow was going to boast that he could find the right wrinkle.


But please, please keep the screeching down to minimum as you let the visitors in. It would be greatly appreciated...







I will feel secure knowing you are at the Graveyard Entrances, but you and your squad need to collect names, so the Messiah can share the power.
"Red Star, perhaps you should check with the MTE before making such statements" Comrade I will remind you I am a made Progressive, never question a "made progressive"...We shall not discuss this again....
Now collect your Acorn Troopers and score one for the Obamessiah!!! The glorious World of Next Tuesday awaits us!!!
Commissar Red Star CEO Hemlock Hospitalityä INC
Director of Kicking Doors at Midnight
Keeper of the sacred Plasma Cutter
Herdsman of Rainbow Farting Unicorns
Keeper of the Faith



