In a few days, it will be a new year, and some believe this is the year the world ends.
What is certain, is that America is done. Over. Kaput. Pfffttttttttt……..
Roads and bridges are falling apart. Our food and products are filled with high fructose corn syrup and plasticized high fructose corn syrup-flavored corn syrup. Our schools are failing, and our children are so morbidly obese, their fingers get mistaken for hot dogs by the pack of wild dogs roaming our foreclosed suburbs. Even truck nutz look more shriveled than ever.
We had a good run…..well, except for slavery, Jim Crow, the extermination of the native people, the subjugation of women, stirrup pants, American Idol and celebrities who are famous for sex videos.
That’s it? We’re over just like that? I can change.
I don’t know….I feel like I’ve heard this from you before, America, and then you made me watch Bristol Palin on Dancing with the Stars, Season XXVIICCXXMM.
Give me a second chance.
This is more like your 477th. I’m still pissed about this:
1. Fix shit. Remember how Wall Street f***** you over and made billions while everything crumbled? Still happening. Unlike you, they don’t want to change….ever.
2. Refuse to let John Boehner be a congressman until he does something about the orange hue of his skin and his incessant crying. Oh, and his horrible awful vomit-inducing grand-standing and scorched-earth policies. . . I’m amending this to refuse to let nearly every politician be an elected representative, and advocate for the election of Sesame Street muppets in their place.
3. Immediate deportation of anyone who uses the expression “Just sayin’” after they just f****** said something. “I think 9/11 was pretty bad, but tacos are yummy. Just sayin.’”
We’ll start here, and see how the year goes.
Of course this could still happen: