Jobs or Babies
I could start my own recycling business with all the political mailings we got.
Oh? You too?
“He voted with Obama 97.7895% of the time!”
“Yeah. Well He wants to throw women seeking birth control into a deep well, play terrifyingly loud music, and dance around them terrifyingly wearing women’s clothes.”
“He’s a job killer!”
“He’s a baby killer!”
Decisions decisions.
But you have to vote for one of them, right? Musn’t we? Lest the will of the people atrophy and the entire edifice of Democracy crumbles. What then?
“Anarchy — that’s what! Is that what you want, Anarchy, hmm? Why don’t you go live in Somalia for a while and see how that’s working for them (wink wink). Come back and let us know, kay?”
Never before has the exercise of patriotic duty felt so… so good, so personally rewarding, so properly motivated. So proud!
Need to remind myself to bring a fair coin with me into the voting booth. Heads it’s the job killer, tails the baby killer.