Dunning-Krugar!
Don’t trust anyone who is smarter than yourself, especially if facts are involved. Listen to El
Rush-Bo. Don’t trust what is taught in schools either, it is leftist socialist
communistic crap! That crap comes from the government, so it has to be evil. But
who is selling it to the government????? 'sup with dat?
I did not know the Fed was a Government, but I agree all
governments are overbearing, in fact a king would say that too. We need a king
and abolish civil government that people can mess up. If we don’t like what the
king does or says, he can lop off our heads.
As for sand in the fuel system, would it not be more effective if it was in the oil pan? A king would go for the oil pan so you know they are smarter.
Does anybody know about the textbooks and who decides what
is taught in school? Anybody? Who forms public opinion at the textbook level?
Certainly not a king.
Down we go the slippery slope, mua-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
Oh my! My portfolio is going down the drain. What will I do?
My modest wealth and savings for my future is going away. Who will have it?
What will my future be? Who cares about the country, what about ME? I need financial
security, I need economic stability, I need hope! I need a big bunch of money to live securely.
Oh great king, bring us back to the gates of Camelot. Comfort us with the balm of bag! Forge thy coin that shall not wither and work me like a borrowed mule so I may bawl through the dark night of the soul. Bring us, oh great and powerful king out of this pinch of chaos. Bring us political perfection and peace so my soul may have a morsel
of bread to be nourished with. Let not thy electricity fail, nor thy freezer
servant, nor thy fridge servant so we may have food in time of need for I freaketh-out
in much uncertainty and my gut-bag yearneth to run down my leg. Give your subjects oh great king the hope of
thy terrible goodness so the world may sup whirled peas from thy blackened
kettle forged on hell’s coals. Oh come to us great king in our moment of great
need and tell us which side our bread was once buttered on! Give me gas for my ford, O great lord and king
and let me sleep in it without taxes so I may pay tribute to your goodness in
all that my being can muster. Let not the radio fail, nor the battery leak so I
may hear thy voice, for thou hast a voice that is smooth and slicker than okra
on a spoon, and that I may give ear to obedience at thy voice and thy precepts that
are for my bony carcass. Let not the commonwealths fail that are under thy scepter
and give us a jolly good show at the Olympics and the following G-8 where we
may glorify you in all your dominion throughout the world, the world about to
end, Amen.
Everything you know is wrong.