Why I Hate Politicians, No Matter the Party

“We know that—all that. All that. But it’s not us, it’s the banks. A bank isn’t like a man…that’s the monster.”

“Sure, cried the tenant men, “but it’s our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it’s not good it’s still ours.”

“We’re sorry. It’s not us. It’s the monster. The bank isn’t like a man.”

“But the bank is only made of men.”

“No, you’re wrong there—quite wrong there. The bank is something else than men. It happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and yet the bank does it…it is a monster. Men made it, but they can’t control it.”

--John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

This is still true today. After almost a hundred years, this is still true. Why? It isn’t even because of the fact he fact that the Bank is a monster. It is because the People, who are supposed to be strong, worship the folding God and are terrified of the monster, but they do not have the courage to fight the monster. Most men do not even wish to fight the monster. They bow down and suck the phallus of the Golden Calf Bank and swallow the semen with fervor and gratitude.

You disgusting bunch of tie-wearing fucking cowards.

I hate you all.

Would you not rather stand up for yourselves and say “I’m not taking this bullshit anymore!” Are you going to let the media rob you of your guns, your only defense against the banks and the politicians and the whelps who work for them and just lay, open-legged, spread eagle while the bank, the politician, stick his vein-ridden cock up your anus? Does that sound like a good fucking time? You pathetic, puerile, terrified little shits are already allowing them to fly drones over your land in order that they can watch your every move—I’ve seen the fucking things for myself—is this what you want? Is this the land, the Constitution your forefathers fought to protect?

It is not.

And any cowardly pile of smegma who lays down and allows this shit to continue deserves what they get. The sad thing is this—you piles of dick cheese are in the majority because you’re so scared of losing your toys. Bunch of children. See, that’s what puerile means—childish. You are childish, with your iPhones and your iThis and iThat and all that pathetic bunch of tripe that means absolutely nothing—the push of a button and the laugh of a bastard and all of that shit—literally ALL OF IT—is gone.

“Life, submissiveness, hypnotizing the ignorant, a little boy’s best friend is always his mother.”

Chad Grey said that, talking about Ed Gein. What he did not realize at the time and more than likely does not realize now is that he described the times as they are today—we as a people suckle the teat of the toy-giving politician and actually listen to the cunts when they scream about the folks on welfare without realizing that the politician him or herself LIVES OFF OF WELFARE! WAKE UP FUCKHEADS! All of you assholes who are bitching and moaning about everyone else aren’t realizing this one important fact—while you judge one another the politician laughs at you for playing right into their hands while you pay taxes on your hard earned paycheck so these suit-wearing cunts can sit around and do absolutely nothing to help America! STOP HURTING YOURSELVES!

Stop hurting yourselves.

Let’s take the fight to THEM.