Skip to comments.Dead People Need to Eat too - Vanity
Posted on 11/09/2012 12:10:29 AM PST by GraceG
It just occured to me, all those dead voters need to eat too, I mean if you are dead and you just spent a long election season voting several times for your favorite democrat president, the food stamp president and you get bupkiss for your your vote, well nuts to that, why not sign your corpse-y self up for some government cheese? I mean if dead people gotta vote, dead people gotta eat too?
If Obama is gonna double down in his second term, why not double down on his food stamp numbers by making sure that his favorite voting block is asking "what can government do for me"....
So grab a shovel and a piece of paper and pencil and an acorn clipboard and head down to the local cemetary to sign up the dead tired, starving to death, and those who are just dying to get a good meal or two...
To heck with "going Galt" it is too slow, instead of going just over their heads by going Galt and refusing to be a maker, Go WAY OVER THEIR HEADS and "Poll Vault" by becoming a SUPER TAKER, or an "Under Maker" and sign up the dead to as many social programs and government freebies as undead-humanly possible.
If it is good enough for an election system that the UN observers from craphole countries are suprised about how insecure it is. But the left cries "voter supression" like a stuck pig when a simple fraud prevention measure like photo ID is required by a state, then why the hell should the welfare state be any different.
The dead gotta eat, and voting is hungry work....
Starve the beast by feeding the dead...
I like that.
When you are fighting against people who’s playbook is dedicated to satan (rules for radicals), you have to start using the playbook written by cuthulu!
Trying to play Mr. Rogers doesn’t work when the Civil Society has been destroyed by the “Great Society”, it is time to play Mr. Macavelli.
There’s been cases of dead people left in apartments so the SSI check keeps rolling.
Food and a phone is not unreasonable.
Thanks for the chuckle.
Those dead voters need subscriptions to the New York Times, Rolling Stone, et al.
What else can we sign them up for?
Thanks for the chuckle.
It wasn’t meant as a Joke, I am Dead Serious!
[ Those dead voters need subscriptions to the New York Times, Rolling Stone, et al.
What else can we sign them up for? ]
That is an awesome idea! Sign up all the dead voters to magazines that support the voting rights of the dead!
Love it. Here’s something a frined e-mailed.
New Twist on an Old Tale
While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator (that may be redundant) was tragically hit by a car and died.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the Senator.
“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”
“Really?, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” says the Senator.
“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.”
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course.
In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, “Now it’s time to visit heaven...”
So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.”
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell...
Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls to the ground.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the Senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”
The devil smiles at him and says,
“Yesterday we were campaigning,
Today, you voted..”
“It wasnt meant as a Joke, I am Dead Serious!”
I didn’t take it as a joke. I can still see humor in it though, can’t I?
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