That’s right. You see, according to The Left’s plan. I’m the enemy. Because I like to think, I like to read.
I’m into freedom of speech, freedom of choice. I’m the kind if guy who would sit in the greasy spoon and think “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the big rack of Barbecued spare ribs with the side order of gravy fries?”
I want high cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, butter and buckets of cheese alright?
I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinatti in a non-smoking section. I wanna run around naked with green jell-o all over my body reading a Playboy magazine.
Why? Because maybe I feel the need to okay pal?
Thomas Jefferson would’ve loved you. Seriously.