Slamming Our Heads Against the Wall
say what you will about mr. hope & change
as far as him being a politician & doing the
shady, scummy, dirty & bloody things that
politicians do,
say what you will about him doing all the dastardly deeds for another
4 years,
say what you will about anything ya got to say that’s sour, beautiful or
indifferent about the man,
but mr. ken bennett,
mr. tool-of-the-mormon-rich-white-guy,
residing in good ol’ profiling, arresting, unjustly imprisoning &
deporting (as if it was going out of style)
arizona,
WHY MUST WE BRING UP THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE AGAIN?
jesus
****ing
christ.
hiding behind the excuse that a constituent’s request,
mr. bennett bends over for the tea party &
when the tea party is done with him,
he bends over for right wing nutjobs not affiliated with anybody &
when he can barely stand up anymore,
he gets on his knees & blows mr. romney,
because there is no secret as to what all this rehashing about the goddamned
birth certificate is---
mr. bennett if you walk like a
birther &
you talk like a birther &
you bend over & take it like a birther,
then, there is a good chance that
you might be lying when you say that you
aren’t.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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