Yes, we’re dreadfully sorry we failed to mention it, even in passing, but we were caught up working.
It doesn’t mean we weren’t observing it, however, quite to the contrary.
For one thing, we are thankful that we are working, something a record number of Americans can’t claim, thanks to King Obola of the Second Depression.
We are also thankful, and will ever be, that we’re living in a country where we, the people, still have the power to put said Obola in his place if he forces us to do so, unlike other countries in the world living in much worse conditions who don’t have such powers. We still can’t quite understand how we became worthy to be considered a citizen of such a nation, but we do know that we are grateful and that the oath we swore to protect her is binding for life, an oath that we will never betray no matter what others may choose.
And speaking of those who feel the same way, a group to whom all of you, dear readers, belong, we’re even more thankful to be counted among you. Better company no man or woman could ever hope for, no matter what the outcome. So we’re thankful for you too.
We’re thankful for the fine young men that are our Heirs, who will be as much of a problem and more for any future tyrants as ever we were, and we’re thankful for our health which, in spite of our best efforts to sabotage it, still allows us to be a pain in the arse to the meddlesome twits who dare think that they know better than we what’s good for us.
We DO know what’s good for THEM, and that is to leave people like you and us well alone. Other than that, we care not what they like or dislike.
And we are thankful for the knowledge that, in the long run, whatever may lie ahead of us, we will win and they will lose.
This nation would have never existed if it hadn’t been for that simple fact. If the first communist (they didn’t call it that at the time, but that’s what it was) colonists hadn’t realized the error of their ways and given up their imbecilic dreams of a “utopia” in which everybody would get their “fair” share regardless of contribution in favor of the free markets and the realization that every man has the right to the fruit of his labors, we wouldn’t be writing this, because that colony would have been nothing more than an archaeological dig.
If you need any further proof of the inevitability of the victory of liberty over slavery, you really have a serious problem accepting facts.
We are thankful for living in a nation that embodies that, that would never have existed except for that, no matter how many battles communists may have won since, because it proves that people like us will ALWAYS win in the end. And we get to have a front seat when it’s proven. Again.
We only want, but that’s because we’re an arsehole, to make sure that, when the soulless pricks are defeated again, we wipe them out. Publicly and very graphically. Not because it will keep the cancer from coming back, because lazy ne’erdowells will always be among us, just like we’ll never eradicate the common cold, but because it might keep them down for a bit longer this time.
…and it looks like they got one! Hallelujah! Now they’ll have something to talk about for the next couple of news cycles, namely how this proves that we live in a racist hellhole where gentle giants are mercilessly mowed down with machineguns by racist cops while they tearfully beg for their lives and fiddle with their rosaries. Or something much like that.
What they won’t talk about is how justice was served and how a jury, in spite of violence and threats of violence, refused to back down and indict an innocent police officer.
Speaking of that jury: Well done, gentlemen and -women! We can’t imagine the kind of pressure you were under to hand out the bogus indictment that the race hustlers in the media and the White House clearly wanted you to hand out, but we know it can’t have been easy. And yet you let the evidence speak for itself and followed it to its only logical conclusion. That’s a damn sight more than those cowardly pieces of shit in Floriduh could manage. You KNEW that the illiterate, racist savages outside the courthouse would riot and murder if you didn’t do what they wanted you to do, yet you stuck with the law and proved that yes, Virginia, there is still backbone to be found in this nation of ours.
You KNEW that you’ll have to worry about your names becoming known for quite some time ahead, but you didn’t flinch, you didn’t cower and you didn’t run away. You were asked to do a job, and by G-d you did it!
As to the howling, snarling, drooling, slavering mobs who were just looking for an “excuse” to do the only thing they’re even remotely capable of doing, which is pillage, rape and destruction, they can go fuck themselves, and fuck themselves hard. It’s a great pity that somebody, ahem, kept the National Guard away while the pillage, murder and rapine was going on, because we would have loved nothing more than to see streets covered with the bullet-riddled bodies of the wastes of skin doing the rioting.
Pour encourager les autres.
Instead we’ll have to settle for second best, which is listening to their incessant whining, pissing and moaning when they wake up and realize that they’re living in Dresden. Listening to their lamentations while saying “fuck you, you burned the place down yourselves, you ignorant, brutal, savage apes.”
We do, however, feel very strongly for the poor business owners who saw their livelihoods go up in smoke because a bunch of knuckledragging window lickers couldn’t have their way. We hope that they gather up the insurance money and leave the now burned down ghetto to the subhumans who obviously don’t want them there. You don’t deserve what happened to you, and those ungrateful simians don’t deserve you. You’re too damned good for them. You invested your lives’ savings and countless hours of working your fingers to the bone to provide those cuntbreaths with goods, jobs and services, and this is how they repaid you.
Leave them to their festering Prozi cesspit, leave them to wonder where the fuck they’re going to get their next batch of Tussin and ice tea for their “purple dranks”, leave them to die and rot in their self-created wasteland, and come down here to Texas and open up some stores.
We welcome business here, and we don’t tolerate shit from anybody, so you needn’t worry about anything like this happening to you again. We don’t need the National Guard to make sure that doesn’t happen, because we’ve got all that we need in our nightstands, in our closets, in our desk drawers and too many more places to mention, and we’re not a-skeered to drag it out and use it when duty calls.
We’ll shoot ‘em, stack ‘em and tag ‘em and then, then we’ll call the po-po to let them know that we have some rotting meat we need removed from our communities.
And then we’ll have a barbecue and a party.
Sounds like a plan? Come on down, y’all.
As a side note, we didn’t bother watching the aftermath or, as the Mainstream Fucking Media calls it, “the mostly peaceful protests”, because we didn’t much care to watch what we already knew was inevitable. Seen it before and we had better things to do.
We regret that now, because we heard that the CNN vultures, in their eagerness to get as much blood to lead with on the nightly “news”, got themselves well and truly teargassed.
Now THAT is something that we’d have loved to watch! We’d have been crying worse than the CNN “journalists”. From laughing so damn hard.
First off, His Imperial Majesty would really like it if we could all just stop using the word “intelligence” within 600 statutory miles of anything having to do with Washington DC.
It only tends to make everybody look silly. While they laugh their arses off. And vomit.
Second, if you’d like to read an excellent summary of just how much lark’s vomit and unmitigated bullshit said “report” is, you need go no further than to this article written by somebody who actually bothered to read the report.
Unlike the swarms of “journalists” who immediately took to the airwaves screaming about how it totally, like, you know, proves that their lord Obola and her cankleness, Killary, are, like, you know, totally saints so there, neener. They had deadlines to meet, and it’d already taken them several hours to stumble through the first one tenth of the two page executive summary.
If you don’t feel like reading the above linked article, and you really should, we did and it’s bloody excellent and full of what used to be known as “facts”, here’s our Imperial Summary:
The government had allegedly done something wrong.
To ensure that justice was done in case they had, indeed, done something wrong, the government told the government to investigate the government by asking them if they, the government, had done something wrong. When the government told the government that the government had absolutely not done anything wrong, the government then said “oh? Alright then, nothing to see here, move along now” and wrote a long report about the government having done nothing wrong, as proven by the government asking the government if they had.
And you’d better believe it! Would they lie to you? What are you? Some kind of NAZI??????
And no, sadly, not the Imperial presidency of His Imperial Majesty, Misha I, but that of His Colossal Ineptitude, princess Obola I.
So Empress Obola, safe in her knowledge that nothing would happen if she did so (nothing ever happened on the umpty-million times she took a piss on the Constitution and ruled by fiat in the past, after all), made good on her threat of ruling by decree if she couldn’t have her way.
Presumably she’s doing it for the “two thirds what didn’t vote”, whom she assumes would all have voted for her.
Short aside: That reminds us an awful lot of something we saw rather a lot of back in the wild days of flame wars on UseNet (if you remember that, you’re as old as we are): Somebody would be getting his arse handed to him on a regular basis and would then, in a final act of desperation, resort to using as an argument that “all of the many people who never post email me to state that they support me!”
We called that pathetic tactic “the lurkers support me in email” and it was an automatic SPNAK!!!1!!!, which was UseNet-speak for “you did not merely lose, you are now the laughing stock of all who might read anything you ever typed or will type.”
How utterly fitting that a useless twit and narcissistic psychopath like Obola should resort to that, but we digress…
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These are topics that are older and still have a little flavor left in them.
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