Tuesday's Tribute- Yeah that is Freaking Smart

Ok, so I am going to keep this tribute as short and sweet as possible. (good luck with that, my mind tells me.)

I am sending a resounding tribute out to the guy who can't seem to figure out how the hell to pronounce Pakistan each day. Let me help you (Pack-i-stan) not Pauk-a-staun. Apparently my editor has let me know that this country can be pronounced either way. However, I would rather have this high profile individual worrying about more pressing matters than creating a new cultural pronunciation. See, this is just one of my very deep set worries I have with someone who, 76 days into office, has been given a free pass by the press with no end in sight and has basically spent my kids' and their kids' futures down the Suez canal. But, when I asked a couple of college students the other day what they liked about this man so much that they voted him into office? They replied, "he gives such good speeches."

Whoooo, hold the presses. Really? That is the criteria or standard used to make such a huge decision? Really? Being a good speaker is what we are going to accept as we watch him do his version of the old Eddie Murphy, Beverly Hills Cops banana in the tailpipe rendition to us tax paying citizens? The worst of it is yet to come I am sure, not to alarm any of you who are still caught in the honeymoon bliss of this administration. For those dying to take advantage of next year's zero percent federal "death tax," they may want to kill those plans. President Obama's budget keeps the estate tax at the 2009 level, which means the government gets 45 percent of a dead person's estate valued over $3.5 million dollars or $7 million for a couple.
Republicans argue this tax doesn't just strike the wealthy. (WHAT??)

"It destroys a lot of small businesses and a lot of family farms and ranches in America," said Sen. John Ensign, R-Nev.

"People who aren't wealthy, who may have built up value in land over generations and many family farms find themselves in situations where they've got to sell the farm in order for them to pay the taxes." Yeah, because you can count on 2 things in this country...death and taxes. Now hell, your ass can die and your beloved family can enjoy much grief and more taxes. What a novel and soothing concept. R.I.P.

Can I just say let's give a big round of applause to all you ostriches out there. Thanks for the banana in the tail pipe treatment. I guess it lubed me up for the North Korean nuke we will be getting soon. Oh, but Mrs.O looks so "hot" in those argyle blue dresses. What-evs. Bite me.

Peace out, word to your mother and keep on rocking in the free world.


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