I mean my politics are associated with the color red and I hate liberals…
Tag: humor
What is a Yankee?
What is a Yankee?
If you ask a non American they’ll say “an American”
If you ask a southerner they’ll say “a northerner”
If you ask a northerner they’ll say “someone from New England”
If you ask someone from New England they’ll say “someone from Maine”
If you ask someone from Maine they’ll say “someone who eats pie for breakfast”
If you ask someone who eats pie for breakfast they’ll tell you “fuck off, I’m eating pie”
Spiders:
1: What do you call a spider with big titties?
2: What?
1: A-RACK-nid, actually you don’t call it anything, spiders don’t have titties, cretin.
I know there are cats named Chairman Meow
But I really hope someone has a dog named Karl Barx.
Remember a little while ago when dominos commercials were all like
“Come back, we know what we did was wrong now, we’ve been to counceling”
So two communists and an anarchist walk into a plastic surgeon’s office.
This isn’t a joke, I’m just describing my day so far
New findomme listing and possibly the best thing I’ve ever written:
Hello there my little bourgeois piggie, I know what you are, and I know what a greedy little swine like you needs. You see, I already know your type, the only thing that you love more than money is women like me, cruel, beautiful and ready to take you for every last cent you have, ready to use my beauty and charm and your money to destroy you.
I absolutely despise men like you, you’re weak, mewling, pathetic, just begging to be crushed under the boot heel of communist power. You bourgeois are all the same, wealth has made you soft, with all that comfort you’ve let yourself go to seed, it’s made you complacent, an easy mark. You are not a man, you are a flabby useless coddled thing and see, piggie, the revolution is coming, and you will not be able to fend it off and that means pigs like you are going to be up against the wall, on the chopping block, in short liquidated.
So, really the only way to save yourself from this fate is to give in to me now, surrender before it’s too late, accept my dictatorship of the proletariat. Accept your place and turn your property over to the party, accept that in this new society we shall have no gods, no masters, and bourgeois swine like you shall have but one goddess and mistress, me.
Do this, and you will be allowed to lick the boots of your new superiors when the time comes, and grovel like the curr you are for a moment of my attention, and you will count yourself lucky.
What you call yours is rightfully mine, and with my perfect body and exquisite face, I will not only reclaim my property, I will make you thank me for taking it from you. Are you ready to fund your own destruction, piggy? Are you ready to accept the new order?
Leftist Style Idea: Dress Up Like 18th Century French Aristocrats In Protest Of Bourgeois Decadent Asceticism.
I think powdered wigs and face patches are a fantastic idea… for all of us.
Q: What are the politics of the Equine Worker’s Party?
A: Trot-skyist.
I’m not reading Stalin/Trotsky fanfic
that’s a lie. This is amazing.