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| quote: | Originally posted by Q5echo
so your gonna put all your faith in the Dems spending practices? ok. |
Well considering the last President preceeding Bush understood the concept of balancing the budget, and did it rather well with a budget surplus, and considering the record of economies being consistently better under Democratic Presidents, yeah, I'm happy as a clam to put my faith in the Dems.
What, you want me to put my faith in you fucking Republicans who put us in this fucking hole in the first place, and a president who's NEVER ONCE proposed a balance budget every year, NEVER ONCE vetoed a spending bill created by the GOP Congress with all the pork to go with it, and has the record of having the BIGGEST government ever?
Gosh, how silly of me to want to trust someone else with my country's money?
| quote: | | to do everything in his power to achieve. thats what i expect. |
Ahh yes, his record on this war has clearly shown that thus far. Damn my blindness.
| quote: | | this is not your war Opus. don't let Webb pretend it is for you. |
Did Powerline come up with that cute little line for you to use, Q? Really, do you have any sense as to what on earth you are fucking talking about?
Of course this is my war, dumbass. This is EVERY AMERICAN CITIZEN'S war. This assclown of a president put us in this debacle, and he put us ALL in it. Not just the military and their loved one, asshole.
But then again, considering he refuses to ask anyone to enlist to help fight his cause at a time when our military officials state that our armed forces are being stretched to the point of breaking, I guess I can see where the confusion lies, but I digress.
This is ALL of our war.
This is MY security at stake while we divert so much resources away from the rest of the war on terror (you know, that whole bin Laden thingy? Remember that?),
MY fucking taxdollars being spent,
MY fucking country's integrity with the rest of the world,
MY fucking friends who's loved ones are being sent away AGAIN AND AGAIN with fucking PTSD, anxiety, and a slew of other psychologic problems but the fucking military gives two shits about that and sends them anyway,
And will soon be MY fucking job ordering prosthetic limbs and rehabing veterans who've come back fighting bravely in that war.
So do us all a fucking favor for once and stop talking out of your ass, just this once, Q.
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