Butts in the Air! Popular Opinion Gone Mad!

You smell that? That ceaseless smell of capitulation from the so called leaders of this age.

How sickening, put ya ass down you buttless putz; and pull yo' pants up! you've got nothing special to show, you wrinkly, cowardly fools; why won't you stand up with dignity? You make the air foul in many flavor-folds of lost integrity with your readiness to be plugged.
Damned Politicians.
Damned cowardly Baby boomers.
Damned cowardly, apethetic generations of today.
I hate you all.
I hate you more then the romans hated Jesus; more then I hate Judas.

Face Down, *bleep* Up
Our leaders have lost themselves, cowering in their little offices, behind the smiles and handshakes, behind their wonderful families, terrified of losing it all if they stepped out of line to do the right thing.
There is a deranged, narcissistic madman in the whitehouse, strutting around like he is the ruler of this world, slaying presidents here, threatening regime change there; quite a show he has made for himself to see, terrorizing the opposition and fellows alike.
but what's worse, the evil that knows itself, or the evil that doesn't?
Cowardice is such an evil.
All the politicians that despised Obama, that pushed for Hillary Clinton to run in 2008, have become broken dolls, endorsing Obama's reelection against their own will, against their own judgement; their ragged skirts up high, ready to feel the pangs of willfully forfeiting their integrity for the sake of cowardice.

Thus the world becomes demoralized. Citizens become subjects and peasants and hang their butts high; many sagging with exhaustion from years of cowardly capitulation and lack of self worth, others plumply fresh with demoralization, watching the clock tick away as the marriage to such dehumanizing philosophy draws closer...
And because it is popular to be pants down and ass up, no one would dare stand out by standing up.

Nope.
No K-Y Jelly in this Jar.

Yes ladies and gentleScrubs, the era where K-Y-jelly no longer exist... has finally arrived on our doorstep, baring the bittersweet gift of constipation, all integrity leaking out, staining all the world's underwear red.

-Marmy slings a picket sign over her shoulder-

Marmy: well, time I took a stand.

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