Sorry... their crude, so I will be crude... Washington not only has its collective heads up their asses but they also have their arms up there bung hole twisting their heads around with their corrupt hands in the smelly, dank darkness trying to figure out how to throw each other out of office. As far as they are concerned I could slip off the edge of the Earth to make way for people who can help them out... OH let me think; the filthy wealthy?
Sorry. I do try to keep my manifestos short.
Do not get me started on the forced black box upgrade for my poor-mans TV.
Sorry. I do try to keep my manifestos short.
Do not get me started on the forced black box upgrade for my poor-mans TV.
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