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Saturday, April 29, 2006

The Food-Chain




















Ladies & gentlemen, my fellow Americans, Republicus proudly presents our "Elite."

The "Patriots."

4 Comments:

Blogger John said...

It's funny--if not pathetic--how the gentlemen at the very bottom of the food-chain see fit to break the law--"proudly," no doubt--because they're just so, so very self-righteously angry about "the criminal law-breaker" in the White House.

Surely their brilliant, sensitive minds discern the irony?

lol Hell no. They're morons.

Thank you, officer.

Away with them.

1:26 AM  
Blogger K said...

Ha Ha!

I'm not sure what's going on in that last post, but the pictures are funny.

Keep up the good work!

Kel.

3:02 AM  
Blogger John said...

It's the informational food chain. It starts with zillionaire Bush-hater George Soros financing Bush-hating propagandists who themselves start dealing and distributing political drugs down the ladder, sticking the next person down in the relay with a syringe and injecting them with some kinda Kool Aid.

This causes the left-wing political junkie to start fuming, hallucinating, venting, and spewing hate for Bush and All-Things-Bush (like boyscouts and the United States of America) while they pass the drug down the ladder like a joint that drives everyone positively moon-battie and finally ends up landing some stupid punk trying to impress his hippy chick girlfriend with his "political consciousness, man" in jail.

2:36 PM  
Blogger K said...

Ohhhhh. Smart.

2:43 PM  

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