Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness… What part of pursuit don’t you understand?
I was always under the impression that when push comes to shove, the responsibility for me is, well… me.
Most recently, it was President Reagan who used the phrase “rugged individualism” when referring to the American trait of standing on your own two feet.
Ever since the earliest days of our Republic, that was possibly the best draw for the United States over the Old World – you don’t have to be a member of the upper classes to advance in life.
The common folk could rise to however hard they worked and their talents took them.
But not if Barry Hussein gets his way.
ObaZombies With Deep Pockets…
Dear Leader recently hosted a $1,000,000 fundraiser in front of 200 delighted donors in the People’s Democratic Republic of Sodom & Gomorrah (aka: Sham Franthithco), and possibly… just possibly… slipped up and showed his true colors.
Oh, the math tells us that the cost per plate was $5,000.
Take it for what its worth.
Nanny Barry Speaks…
Anyhow, ABC News reports that The ObaMessiah enthralled his minions with the following pearls of wisdom;
“The one thing that we absolutely know for sure is that if we don’t work even harder than we did in 2008, then we’re going to have a government that tells the American people, ‘you are on your own,’”
“If you get sick, you’re on your own. If you can’t afford college, you’re on your own. If you don’t like that some corporation is polluting your air or the air that your child breathes, then you’re on your own.”
OK, I’m now officially and thoroughly scared to the point of voiding my bowels in my Incredible Hulk underoos. Never a good thing.
But I Digress…
I’ve come to the conclusion that;
1. Unless Obama is re-elected, I’ll simultaneously contract both leprosy and the bubonic plague… then die a slow, painful death.
2. I’ll never finish my Ph.D. in Lesbian Studies. Before succumbing to both leprosy and the bubonic plague, I’ll live what little life I have remaining in a state of cerebral darkness and irreversible stupidity.
3. As if leprosy, bubonic plague, mouth breathing/drooling all over myself weren’t bad enough, now I find out that both my kid and I are sentenced to breathing air that’s best described as the odiferous funk that hovers over your friendly neighborhood “Occupy (Insert Name Here) Movement” cesspool.
4. And what scares me the most — I’m actually held responsible for myself. Egads.
On Second Thought…
You know, I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t need the government to be my babysitter.
And I certainly don’t need the government to protect me from me.
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