I realized it has been a long while since I have whipped out a few F-bombs and C-bombs. Mostly, because I do think overusing them makes them lose their effectiveness, and I would rather convey actual ideas and not distract from, but rather enhance, my fury with my sometimes salty language.
Sometimes my rage gets the best of me, and I cannot find words strong enough to express my utter and complete disdain and disgust for what I’m seeing and/or hearing. That’s when the invective comes out. This is one of those times.
The above is a warning to those of you who whine about my bad words. I know you’re out there. I’ve addressed your concerns and whining pedagogy before, so I’ll just tell you that the following will contain language that will make you soil your Depends. Therefore, if you’re easily offended, don’t read it.
Dear productive, hard-working Americans,
Would you like to meet your boss?
No, I don’t mean the supervisor who gives you assignments, sometimes provides guidance and mentorship and rates your performance. I mean your REAL boss – the person for whom you work. The person for whom your supervisor works. The person who receives the fruits of your labor, not as profit and reward for what they have created, but as entitled parasites, who take advantage of you, who exploit your values and morals, who avail themselves of your hard work, and who steal from you by consistently voting for politicians who use government force to redistribute what you earn to those who couldn’t hope to match your achievement and skill, and who feel entitled to the results of said achievement and skill merely because they can.
That is your boss. Your boss is this odious, shitslurping cunt named Lucy. Lucy is 32 years old and lives somewhere in Austin, TX. She and her three fuck trophies, along with her worthless, barely working spouse are the recipients of your tax dollars.
Your boss doesn’t understand why you bother working. After all, she gets to sit around the house all day, visit her friends and smoke weed. All at your expense! “…and we are still gonna get paid, on time every month,” she says. “Can you really blame us” for sitting around on welfare, she says? We get subsidized housing, she says. Our checks come on time every month come hell or high water, she says. Our kids even get gifts for Christmas, she says. Can you blame us?
And yes, this pestilent fuckmonkey savage also has an Obama phone, gets food stamps, gets subsidies for water and energy. Her husband doesn’t work very much, because he doesn’t see the need for it. And why should he? The system is there. It’s available. And Lucy has been on welfare her entire life, just like her parents. It’s a generational thing. Why should she work, when the government gives her nearly $1500 per month not to? Why should she make an effort, when the less she does, the more she gets?
This is your boss, America. This indolent, ignorant, entitled, cockmunching doucherocket, who has shit out three bloodsucking parasites who are also – judging by this family’s history – going to become drains on society. She feels no guilt, and she feels no remorse at being the beneficiary of your hard work, because it’s there.
She doesn’t care that the government steals your earnings, so she can sit around, smoke weed and be a drain on society, because it’s there.
She likes being a freeloading cum dumpster, because she can.
This is your boss, hardworking Americans. Take a good listen. This is the gonad-gobbling cuntwart for whom you work – not your supervisor, who ostensibly got his or her position after years of hard work, and not the owner of your company, and not even the person who needs a temporary leg up, who has lost employment, but is desperately trying to get back to work.
This. Is. Your. Boss.
And she’s happy and fat and stoned, squirting out future leeches to perpetuate the cycle of indolence and entitlement.
Doctors – aren’t you glad you struggled in college, medical school and your internships, so you could provide your knowledge and skill without being able to set a value to your own labor, so this oozing twatmold can lay a claim on your services and your tax dollars?
Entrepreneurs – aren’t you thrilled you sacrificed, scrimped, worked long hours, made a success of your business, so you could earn and achieve more for this assgobbling twunt’s pot habit?
To each and every one of you who worked hard in school, took risks, worked long hours, used your considerable determination and skill to get ahead – this jizz-shitting bag of fuck is getting your earnings and laughing at you with every check she receives and every joint she smokes and every bottle of booze she and her worthless pals guzzle.
And as long as the politicians who will create more laws to redistribute your earnings are allowed to return to their offices, she and her kind will continue to drain you of your lifeblood.
So keep voting for the same scum that will keep this asspig in front of the TV, smoking her dope and shitting out more crotchmonkeys.
And when you’re ready for a change, you’d better hope it’s not too late.