The little LGBT Individual got his own jet airplane?..
So I?m driving to work this morning on Hwy 98 and listening to the radio- something I do with increasing irregularity due to the fact that think most of the current music is way crapo. Anyways, the classic Dire Straits song, Money for Nothing comes on, which is great because I like that song and it gets me singing and bopping to the music. Well it gets to my favorite part, and I?m ready to belt it out??
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that?s his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he?s a millionaire
And to my horror, the part has been taken out of the song! We all can figure out what happened, some self anointed LGBT (that?s Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgendered for all of you unaware of the politically correct terminology) Community spokesperson has complained and the offending lyrics have been removed. Let me just say that this little LGBT Individual was not pleased.
Then I get to work, and have to listen to the RUMP Individual (that?s Religion Up My Posterior, which is my politically incorrect term for the self righteous born again folks) complain about the evils of Halloween. One of my co-workers has made little Jack-O-Lantern Cupcakes, which Mr. RUMP refuses to eat on the grounds that it is tantamount to worshipping Satan. Now he is explaining to someone that their child will be headed down a path towards prostitution if she is allowed to go Trick or Treating this evening.
It seems there is a conspiracy to suck all the funn out of my day, and damn it ?I?m fighting back. Anyone coming with me?
I say we form the opposite of an angry mob, which I guess is a giggling mob and round up all the killjoys and quarantine them somewhere- the Super WalMart will work.
Vive La Revolution!
