Hoooo-wheee, John! Almost got me again with this one. Funny!
Nanny Doomberg needs to become a charter member of the DICKtator Party, along with Zer0.
I move that the Godwin rule be suspended when discussing this monster. “Nanny” just isn’t enough.
I can totally see him sayng this ;-)
(or should it be a “frowny face”?)
You got me- I was all ready to go into furious ranting typing mode before I realized.
Well golly gee, Bloominidiot is all worried about that damn “social burden” thingee.
I guess its only a matter of time till he addresses the VERY REAL social burden of AIDS.
You know, the catastrophic disease that a certain lifestyle group passes along because they engage in a high risk type of sexual intercourse.
I’m sure he will pass a law, SOON, that this particular group wear mandated “helmets” while engaged in this activity.
Another good one John.
Could he really be dumb enough to believe word order is priority and priority entitles him to infringe liberty and the pursuit of happiness? Could the major of a large city really be that dumb?
Mayor Doucheberg. What an idiot.
The thought of this guy as President scares me even worse than a second term of Obama.
He literally seems to lie awake at night thinking of new ways to micromanage the lives of anybody not named Michael Bloomberg.
So he believes it is the job of the government to make us happy? Crazy beyond belief.
Edgar Friendly: You see, according to Mayor Bloomberg’s plan, I’m the enemy, ‘cause I like to think; I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I’m the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?” I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I’ve SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing “I’m an Oscar Meyer Wiener”.