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Saturday, September 28, 2013

We are surrounded by morons

  Yes, my friends.
  It is true.
  We are surrounded by morons.
  And they're crazy, to boot.
  Now I'm not Glenn Beck-ing the world here, sitting in a darkened room with sad symphonies playing in the background lamenting the coming apocalypse with a half drunk scotch twirling in my fingers.
  But how do you stay optimistic about the future when you know people in this country are so dang stupid as to inject gasoline & codeine directly into their bodies? 
  The Daily Mail, as always if you can avoid the gossipy sidebars, has the details on how "krokodil" has come to the US as a Russian import:
Krokodil's, medical name is desomorphine and is created by mixing codeine with  gasoline, paint thinner, hydrochloric acid, iodine and red phosphorous.

There are reportedly nearly three million users in Russia and the epidemic began in Siberia and the Russian Far East.

The drug causes flesh to rot from the inside out and the addict's skin becomes scaly, like a crocodile's, hence the name.

Blood vessels burst and the surrounding tissue dies. Gangrene and amputations are a common result and sometimes bone can be exposed.

The high lasts one hour and a half and the drug is three times cheaper to produce than heroin.
  The concoction originated in Russia; you know that country run by the half naked ex-KGB guy who easily hornswoggled our so-called brilliant president. Hey, they practically inject Vodka directly into their veins to escape their wonderful lives so why not gasoline?
  But half naked ex-KGB guy gets published in the paper of record making fun of American exceptionalism, like he knows what he's talking about.
  The stuff is, of course, flammable, so maybe the middle schoolers' dream of lighting farts will become reality.
  Then we have the morons saucer-eyed, gleaming chiclet toothed Nancy Pelosi,the undertaker Harry Reid and Leftist Tom Harkin who accuse the activities of tax paying, hard working patriots (dare I use that descriptor, IRS?)  like me of being "every bit as dangerous as....the Civil War."
  And, gosh darn that Nancy!
  Millionaire Nancy, who's personally opted herself and her staff out of Obamacare, believes that, since Obamacare is wrecking the 40 hour work week, you should look on the up side that at least you'll be able to pursue your dreams of selling old junk at a dusty flea market to make ends meet.
  When queried by hard hitting CNN's Candy regarding Jimmy Hoffa's criticism of Obamacare's devastation, Pelosi marble mumbled something about "finding a path" and being "optimistic" and "Overwhelmingly, for the American people, this is a liberation," which it certainly is, considering all the free time you'll have.
  But no worries.
  You can anticipate another huge government stimulus of "premium subsidies" to the citizens whose incomes are "below 400 percent and above 133 percent of the federal poverty level."
  Of course, if you're a small business and you have too many employees in that income category, you'll get fined an extra $1000 per employee, which is undoubtedly federal incentive to raise wages.
  And no worries about the marriage penalties in there.
  There's also that brilliant person running our government by standing on a soapbox, big ears flapping in the wind behind skinny head, screeching that (fill in the blank "anyone who disagrees with me") he won't "negotiate" with the morons who've run up the credit card because he wants to run it up even more.
  But he'll be glad to negotiate with a dictator of a terrorist state who's just buying time so they can build a nuclear bomb.
  Old big ears will walk away whistling merrily after getting rolled by the half-naked former KGB thug, claiming, against all reason that he won again. Nananeebooboo.
  The Tea Party taxpayers want accountability and balanced books, but we're the radicals.
  We're the threat.
  We're the extremists.
  Sigh.
  Stupid people.
  Everywhere.
  Poseurs doing stupid things and thinking they look good.
  At least the half naked KGB guy knows he's only half dressed.
  Where's that scotch?

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