You mean all of the things that have made this nation great for over 200 years?

America does have greatness in it’s future; but not as the statist “workers paradise” that you think Obama willo be instituting here. America’s greatness will come after Obama and the other America hating Democrats are ejected from office, and more conservative legislators put this nation back on the path to small government, small spending, low taxes and regulation that result in trhe kind of high private sector growth that we have experienced at times in our past; and will again in the future, to be sure…

My suggestion is that you move to Venezuela and enjoy your man Chavez’s “workers paradise” and statist society…

Just another non-sequitor, in an attempt to mask the fact that you can neither refute nor constructively comment…

Your hatred of Palin has blinded your thinking.

He’s a leader. He’s a legend. He’s Edichka.

Eduard Limonov is a political leader in Russia. He’d punch Parah Salin in the face and declare their meeting over.

He’s a real poet.

What you need is a little Russian Punk tossed in your illiterate face!

From his fictional memoir, It’s Me, Eddie, I raise my middle finger and offer the immortal words of the one and only Edichka-baby, Eduard Limonov.

“I am on welfare. I live at your expense, you pay taxes and I don’t do a fucking thing. Twice a month I go to the clean, spacious welfare office at 1515 Broadway and receive my checks. I consider myself to be scum, the dregs of society, I have no shame or conscience, therefore my conscience doesn’t bother me and I don’t plan to look for work, I want to receive your money to the end of my days. And my name is Edichka, “Eddie-baby.”

And you, gentelman, can figure you’re getting off cheap. Early in the morning you crawl our of your warm beds and hurry – some by car, some by subway or bus – to work. I hate work. I gobble my shchi, drink, sometimes drink myself into oblivion, seek adventure in dark city blocks, I have a magnificent, expensive white suit and an exquisite nervous system. I wince at your belly laugh in the movie theater and wrinkle my nose.

You don’t like me? You don’t want to pay? It’s precious little – $278 a month. Then why the fuck did you invite me, entice me here from Russia, along with a horde of Jews? Present your complaints to your own propaganda, it’s too effective. That’s what’s emptying your pockets, not I.

Who was I over there? What’s the difference, what would it change? I hate the past, as I always have, in the name of the present. Well, I was a poet, if you must know, a poet was I, an unofficial, underground poet. That’s over forever, and now I am one of yours, I am scum. I’m the one to whom you feed shchi and rotten cheap California wine – $3.59 a gallon – and yet I scorn you. Not all of you, but many. Because you lead dull lives, sell yourselves into slavery of work, because of your vulgar plaid pants, because you make money and have never seen the world. You’re shit!

I’m in deep shit now!

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