Old people had their chance and fucked it up. Just exactly whose greed do you think voted in the sleazy politicians who bloated the welfare state and put us so far in the debt hole only defacto devaluation can dig us out? Just to show you, I'm eligible for Sociable Insecurity and I'm going to apply today! Do I need it? Hell no! But I'm going to suck you punks deeper in the hole. And trade inside retirement accounts that aren't taxed.
I want old people to die so I can get mine! Worked all my life so lazy shiftless good-for-nothings could suck on welfare, and now I'm due! Did I have illegitimate babies? No! I married all their mothers. Have I spent a day in a hospital? No! I stayed home and suffered! Have I ever been in jail? No! I never got caught!
I hear ya. Now I read they are building handicap ramps down on the beach so they can roll in the ocean with their wheel chairs. I am trying to get away from these old farts, is nothing sacred.
Eating absolutely is a need. Eating soybeans isn't. You can eat something else. Pray tell, my friend, what else can you use to heat your home that isn't energy related? As for position limits, please explain.
I agree with ya here. I work with fucked up kids, they haven't had a chance to grow up yet and fuck up. With my help they'll get a good start.
Before I gather the evidence to prove one way or the other, are you saying that there is no speculation in crude prices? I just want to hear you say it.
Nutmeg, exactly! I fly first class all the time, and the airlines now let those feeble old flakes on before me, AND put them in the front so nobody can get out in an emergency. Bring back euthanasia, I say! Make America strong and vital again!
Do you know why the markets are so choppy? Because old people are scalping because they're afraid they'll die before the trade is over!
Since this discussion is about old folks, I think it would only be fitting to interject with an old joke: A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?' Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense.' So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now. ' The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.' The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.'