You know, for someone who bitches and moans about the “welfare state” to the spittle-flecked extent that she does, Five Feet has no problem begging everyone to support her in the style to which she would like to become accustomed. Wait a second, there’s a word for that ... what is it? Oh, I know! Hypocrite.
If I have to get a real job, the Taliban have won
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The Taliban is getting a little old so I’ve taken it upon myself to suggest now new bon mots for Five Feet – just to keep her readers (the entire mouthbreathing collective) appropriately frightened into supporting her.
If I have to get a real job, Stephane Dion and the Librulzzzz will win!
If I have to get a real job, teh Gays will take over the world! Eewwwwwww.
If I have to get a real job, the Mooozlim cab drivers will put their insidious plans into action!
If I have to get a real job, global warming might actually be true!
I could do this all day.
CC HERE, just exercising my editorial prerogative and drawing the reader's attention to this prescient gem of La Shaidle's:
"This is a brilliant piece. Kathy Shaidle should turn it into a book."
Especially since said post will likely prevent me from ever being hired by a real company should I find myself unemployed in the near future.
So even Kathy Shaidle understands how being a hateful, bile-spewing, racist douchebag might come back to bite her in her dumpy, pock-marked ass. Gosh, where shall I start commiserating?