Oh, about my light blogging? Currently reading A Dance With Dragons. It’s hard to both enjoy that and spare neurons for other tasks. Mostly through, but it’s a biiiiig book.
I guess you know what Obama’s “I’m not the speech cop” referenced, right? The infuriated buzzing of yet another union insect.
Gee, why hadn’t I noticed that hive mind aspect.
Hadn’t seen this lil’ gem by the Junior Huffer, either:
The one thing about working people is we like a good fight…
Like 6 SEIU goons against one guy in a wheelchair. See, Hoffa, what you call “fights”? Higher lifeforms refer to those as “swarms” or “riots” or “mobs”.
You like a good swarming, you filthy mosquito. In actual combat you and yours will be swatted down. Which means if America’s fate does come down to somebody getting “taken out”, unions versus Tea Partys…God bless the U.S.A.!
Because, Lil’ Hoffster…Tea Party women alone would destroy you pathetic union invertebrates in a fight.
But you know what’s really got Hoffa scared? The possibility that mandatory union dues might be eliminated. He doesn’t care about drones and worker bugs as long as he controls the royal jelly. Workers must contribute wealth, Hoffa decides the use of it.
Let his insects choose for themselves? Hoffa will be cast down, from the royalty class to the worker class, where he will fail miserably, thus down to the drones or cast from the hive altogether.
I’d be buzzing in fear too, Junior. I’m sure it sucks…being an utterly parasitic organism…and also part of a really bad pun. Which is why it’s amusing, not insulting, to be called a S.O.B. by the likes of you. A son of a bitch is at least a mammal. Which is more than can be said for you…
…you miserable little hoffaroach.