I can’t wait to get rid of this current assclown and get somebody into office who has an appreciation for governance and the good it can do when you’re not soley focussed on fucking 95% of the population in order to benefit the other 5%.
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Breeze lets bring back the group that failed to address our foreign issues, what a brilliant idea. What your left brain fails to see is that we have a global problem, one that Clinton had no interest in getting involved in. Thanks to Clinton and his 1997 sub-prime act along with deregulation we have a global masterpiece of mortgage failure.
Funny you say Bush was F%&$*# 95% of the population while benefiting the other 5%. Keep in mind Obama’s initial plan to roll back the Bush tax cuts are on hold. Maybe taxing the rich a bit too much does take away from the creation of new jobs.
While you are kneeling down and praying to your golden statue of Obama please make sure to download a spell checker so you aren’t the one that looks like the @@sclown.[/quote]
CHAPTER I
Down the Rabbit-Hole
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister
on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had
peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no
pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,’
thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?’
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could,
for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether
the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble
of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White
Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice
think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to
itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’ (when she thought
it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have
wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural);
but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-
POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to
her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never
before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to
take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the
field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop
down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once
considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way,
and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a
moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself
falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she
had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to
wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look
down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to
see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and
noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves;
here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She
took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was
labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it
was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing
somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she
fell past it.
