Hey Rickie
Friday, August 24th, 2012Funny, how a label carries such weight. “Doctor.”
Rickie: Resign already you stupid fuck.
Funny, how a label carries such weight. “Doctor.”
Rickie: Resign already you stupid fuck.
$379594.58
Stolen. “Income Tax,” so-called.
From me and my spouse and our kids.
Without our consent.
Since I’ve been counting.
That doesn’t include property or sales taxes.
That’s almost ten percent of one of these fucking things:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predator_drone
…which, btw, is the most craven way to engage in warfare.
“Gee. This is great. I can kill unlimited numbers of people with no risk to myself.”
Yeah.
You’re a fucking hero. You’re the brave man.
It kills me.
How I could have used that money. And how I get to support you for the rest of your fuckin parasitic life.
Because you’re a fucking hero. Because you killed some people.
I’d be scorching something delicious on a barbecue on a secluded beach right now if it weren’t for parasites who imagine they’re heroic fucks who know better than anyone else what’s best for everyone.
$379594.58
That fucking hurts.
…let *any* cop into your house for any reason:
http://www.flexyourrights.com/10_Rules
If they come to your door, step onto your porch with the door locked behind you.
Just now, on the local news forums, my response to a guy who has not even a hint of self-respect:
I run across people like you every day, and every time, I ask myself: how should I deal with this person?
You don’t care that your neighbors, and you, are being fleeced on your word. You don’t care that people break into innocent peoples’ houses on your word. You don’t care that people take what you’ve earned, as long someone else is robbed the same as you.
You’d sit on a jury and convict a person simply because a guy wearing a costume suggested you should.
You’re the future.
You’re already dead.
This person is a symptom.
To hell we go.