Friday, September 18, 2009
Classism At Its Worst: Indulging My Inner-Childish-Name-Caller
Warning. If you read this, you're not going to find much if you're looking at coherent arguments. If that's what you want, look at my previous post.
I just wanted to take some time here to verbally abuse my new least favorite person, Senator Max Baucus. So you've been warned. This is going to get very immature very fast.
Dear Senator Baucus, you pompous, elitist shit-slurpee sipping, anal-licking, hollowed out shit of a man,
Go fuck a donkey, you bloated, disconnected, classist fuck.
Go play for the other team.
You're seriously proposing a mandate on individuals to carry health insurance without providing them with it?
Are you actually trying to make it worse for the working class or have you really not been paying attention enough to see that as you compromise, point by point, you're not just diluting reform, but subverting it?
Does the insurance industry have pictures of you jerking off a poodle and sucking a llama?
This is one fuck of a payday you're handing them and one fuck of a burden you're putting on the poor.
Does the insurance lobby maybe have its fist so far up your ass that it's using you as a ventriloquist dummy, you candy-ass corporate cunt? Does Aetna's arm smell like Max Baucus' shit from the elbow down? I'll bet it does, you fucktard of a walking abortion.
Not to say that I wish you had never been born, but if I could give any person any gift, I'd get your mother a gift card to Planned Parenthood and a time machine.
If only abortion was legal through the 280th trimester.
So come up with something we can use, you rusty tromboning motherfucker.
Because we need health care as soon as possible so we can deal with the nasty syphilis your mom has been spreading across the Midwest. It's getting to be more of a problem than H1N1, you goat-sucking Jesus-banger.
And, in case anybody cares, I'm listening to: