Cry me a River!
I’m sorry America, but the party is over. It’s time to wake up and open your eyes to the real world. And if you feel like crying, please don’t cry in front of me. And if you feel like bitching, please don’t bitch in front of me. I simply don’t want see you cry or listen to you bitch. Don’t complain to me when the (free market) raises the price of gas three times in one day. Don’t complain to me when it takes sixty dollars to fill the tank of your SUV. I just don’t want to hear it. As far as I am concerned, you are getting exactly what you deserve. For all of you who voted for Bush, you deserve this the most. Ask your oilman president to help your lame ass fill up that big tank. For all of you who didn’t think it was important to vote, you deserve this too. Ask the losers in your car pool how to get registered to vote. And finally, for all of you who voted against the Bush madness, but didn’t have the (time) to help with the fight, you deserve this as well. Ask yourself what was more important now? I’m sorry America, cry me a river if you like, but don’t expect me to care.