I distinctly remember giving some of my hard-earned bread to Uncle Sam, and now it's gone.
I mean, I'm just a poor little blogger in Rockford, Ill., and I don't get much in response to my humble little plea (see upper right-hand corner of this screen) for tips. And now some of my dough is missing from some bank in a country where it ought not have been in the first place.
As soon as I'm finished dealing with John McCain (as promised here), I'm going after those guys who stole my money. I'll show them what a real surge looks like.
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