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Mope And Change, "Folks"
With the 'Folks-O-Meter' off the scale, President Obama has some right to be disappointed at last night's performance. However, as the President explains in the following clip shows, "it doesn't make me mopey," it makes him hopey?
"It doesn't make me mopey" even if 'folks' are
"Folks" count seems to spike around elections...
and was off the scale today
h/t @Not_Jim_Cramer
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If this democracy was working, you would have resigned by now
"we brainwashed some folks" "we infected some folks" "we fearmongered some folks" - need I go on?
He's such a piece of HOPEless Shit.
"a piece of HOPEless Shit." That's one of the best.
Oh, Do come now. Why so hard on that Folk?
That meter goes to -100. That's for when the folks fight back, you bitch.
Fighting back is about -60. When they start using the FEMA coffin stock in numbers to reissue a new order, that will be -100.
Democracy should be listed along with unicorns.
Figments of people's imaginations.
Good government is an oxymoron.
How many folks in the ass do we have to take.
Doubleguns
Many! Wondering why?
Winners: BRIC’s, Hilary, Israel, ISIL, MIC, and the dumbing down of the American people
Losers: Iran, the next Republican President nominee, Middle East, American working class and uninsured
“It would be inconvenient for some powerful and wealthy people were the public to start panicking. Supposing the problem isn't completely intractable, the plebes screaming to their Congressmen to fix… And if the problem is truly intractable?
Well, you want to be in the lifeboat paddling away from the ship before anyone's discovered that we just hit an iceberg.
So again, you don't want to inform the public… as you keep paddling away” – Anonymous, at Tadeusz “Life itself” Patzek
When did we hit the iceberg?
Bear Sterns?
Lehman Bros?
The Supreme Court ruling on the Florida recount?
Other?
Nixon going off the gold standard.
It's been a slow leak. Obama just shut the bilge pumps off in 2009.
We hit the iceberg in 1913. The water is just now topping the bulkheads.
1861. When the center decided the concept of a union of sovereign states was not what was intended.
1791.....1 st Bank of the United States
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Bank_of_the_United_States
1794, Hamilton, after forming the 1st Bank of the United States then fires upon Revolutionary War Heroes in the Whiskey Rebellion.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whiskey_Rebellion
it's been downhillever since1862 with the establishment of the national banking system and the removal of individual bank account abilityThe frog a fractional reserve banking was thus made mandatory
1803 when the originator of small government twisted into knots to make the Lousiana Purchase happen. He knew damn well that the federal gov didn't have the authority but he, the keeper of the libertarian flame, did it anyway.
1776
ummmmm where's that fucking bag of bread crumbs..........you know..........to find my way back........again.
Apparently the talking points have gone out to the crowd. "They must cooperate with the defeated party or Hitlary will assume the throne!"
Ummm, no.
Just about everywhere Hitlary went, her candidate...lost.
No coat tails, all cankles.
MOBBED AND NO CHANGE LEFT.
"We transferred wealth to some folks."
Folk you!
Well, he just got completely Folked over!
He is soooo FOS.
I see purple.
We folked some folks
Apparently, folks don't like you.
No,no, all the 2/3 who didn't vote are still his folks
More folklore spewed from a folking pansy.
I feel vaguely better today knowing 'this democracy is working'.
Rush L is right, the vote was anti Obama and no one was voting FOR republicans.
If the Rs get that message they may just govern well...for a while.
I've been an R for 22 years and they have completely dropped the ball 3 times. Gingrich screwed up the Contract with America, Tome Delay though it was more fun to make money that govern well and then we gave America Bush (our deepest apologies, may America learn and kill all the offspring of any families that attempt that dynasty thing again).
This time all they need to do is say 'fuck you'...how hard can that be?....oh and impeachment is now possible..so there is that...cept testicles are involved....and there is a shortage. I bet that hog lady from Iowa could get some though.
How many times do you have to be disappointed to realize that the republicans are corrupt and don't give a fuck about you or what you think is right?
We expect Republicans to do the right thing. If they do not America is finished, it may already be.
Their lack of backbone is just as responsible as the actions of the evil Democrats.
"We expect Republicans to do the right thing. If they do not America is finished, it may already be."
Not "may already be" my overly optimistic friend.
I knew it! I damn well KNEW that one of the first things I'd hear from the mouth of an R was impeachment. For the love of a Supreme Being, you don't remember how well that went over in the Clinton years? The R's simply need to stick to the script someone up above laid out.....just fucking say no. You want to fuck things up and ensure the Hildebeast gets in? Keep talking impeachment.
On the other hand, maybe impeachment just finally pushes us into the civil war everyone has been talking about. For my sake, can you wait until I go to Asia for an extended period before you fuck up the last vestiges of this country? I'm pushing 60 and I would just as soon watch this one sitting in a hawker center in Singapore eating some chicken rice, satay or laksa.
Exactly right, they were put there to stop him and reverse what has been done or make him go full meglomaniacal retard so he can be impeached.
Nothing more will do, they do it or they're dead as a party.
"or they're dead as a party."
You people are insane. Comments like this suggest they have something to offer or that there is something to salvage. There ain't. Fuck. Dreamers, the lot of you.
I'm insane?
It wasn't me who rammed through ObamaCare, spied on journalists (and everyone else), brought ebola into the country, ran guns to narco's in Mexico, pits male against female, black against white, young against old, declared CO2 a climate destroying gas, is on his way to doubling the national debt and sends goon squads after his political enemies.
You better get a grip on who's fucking insane son.
Yea, sure, but you do have to admit it is precious and darling seeing our little children escaping to the imaginary worlds of their youth. Oh, shit, my delete/backspace keys don't work. Sorry, Erase the above. They like all authoritarian Progressives live their entire lives in imaginary worlds.
I think some of them have actually gone into denial...lol...but he's the light worker! The One. The Hope-n-Change unicorn riding sort of a God! He posed with styrofoam columns and stuff and...and...and people were fainting in the aisles and the world would have freeeee! energy and ObamaFones and health care forever and no one has to work!
This can't be happening!!! ;-)
Like battered wives that won't leave "because I love him". Need to learn on own or die in meantime.
"We tortured some folks. "
Bullet In The Head
A-hole Obastard. There are no folks at starbucks in martha's vineyard.
the details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
lol...Dr.Obola.
You did it again, buzz. I need a plastic keyboard cover like my old grandma's floral print couch used to have. Burns when I laugh thru my nose.
"the details of my life are quite inconsequential..."
Thanks, please spare me the details and make your fuck.ng point!
A Belgian man and his fifteen year-old love slave were looting the accident scene, and came across a blood soaked baby, moi. They raised me to be evil. You know, that old chestnut...
Barkeep,
I'll have a double of whatever Buzz is tripping on;)
"it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. "
Pass some of that shit over here, Bro! -I've a raging headache from all these assholes going on and on about how some fucking 'team' that they've never been on and never will be on will save them from their greedy ignorant selves by abusing and stealing from everyone else...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyM4uAJBujA
This is no game. You might think this is a game, but, trust me, this is
no game.
This is not something where rock beats scissors or paper covers rock or
rock wraps itself up in paper and gives itself as a present to scissors.
This isn’t anything like that. Or where paper types something on itself
and sues scissors.
This isn’t something where you yell “Bingo!” and then it turns out you
don’t have bingo after all, and what are the rules again? This isn’t
that, my friend.
This isn’t something where you roll the dice and move your battleship
around a board and land on a hotel and act like your battleship is
having sex with the hotel.
This isn’t tiddlywinks, where you flip your tiddly over another player’s
tiddly and an old man winks at you because he thought it was a good
move. This isn’t that at all.
This isn’t something where you sink a birdie or hit a badminton birdie
or do anything at all with birdies. Look, just forget birdies, O.K.?
Maybe you think this is all one big joke, like the farmer with the
beautiful but promiscuous daughter. But what they don’t tell you is the
farmer became so depressed that he eventually took his own life.
This is not some brightly colored, sugarcoated piece of candy that you
can brush the ants off of and pop in your mouth.
This is not playtime or make-believe. This is real. It’s as real as a
beggar squatting by the side of the road, begging, and then you realize,
Uh-oh, he’s not begging.
This is as real as a baby deer calling out for his mother. But his mother won’t be coming home anytime soon, because she is drunk in a bar somewhere.
It’s as real as a mummy who still thinks he’s inside a pyramid, but he’s actually in a museum in Ohio.
This is not something where you can dress your kid up like a hobo and send him out trick-or-treating, because, first of all, your kid’s twenty-three, and, secondly, he really is a hobo.
All of this probably sounds oldfashioned and “square” to you. But if loving your wife, your country, your cats, your girlfriend, your girlfriend’s sister, and your girlfriend’s sister’s cat is “square,” then so be it.
You go skipping and prancing through life, skipping through a field of dandelions. But what you don’t see is that on each dandelion is a bee, and on each bee is an ant, and the ant is biting the bee and the bee is biting the flower, and if that shocks you then I’m sorry.
You have never had to struggle to put food on the table, let alone put food on a plate and try to balance it on a spoon until it gets to your mouth.
You will never know what it’s like to work on a farm until your hands are raw, just so people can have fresh marijuana. Or what it’s like to go to a factory and put in eight long hours and then go home and realize that you went to the wrong factory.
I don’t hate you; I pity you. You will never appreciate the magnificent beauty of a double rainbow, or the plainness of a regular rainbow.
You will never grasp the quiet joy of holding your own baby, or the quiet comedy of handing him back to his “father.”
I used to be like you. I would put my napkin in my lap, instead of folding it into a little tent over my plate, like I do now, with a door for the fork to go in.
I would go to parties and laugh—and laugh and laugh—every time somebody
said something, in case it was supposed to be funny. I would walk in someplace and slap down a five-dollar bill and say, “Give me all you got,” and not even know what they had there. And whenever I found two of anything I would hold them up to my head like antlers, and then pretend that one “antler” fell off.
I went waltzing along, not caring where I stepped or if the other person
even wanted to waltz.
Food seemed to taste better back then. Potatoes were more potatoey, and
turnips less turnippy.
But then something happened, something that would make me understand
that this is no game. I was walking past a building and I saw a man standing high up on a ledge. “Jump! Jump!” I started yelling. What happened next would haunt me for the rest of my days: the man came down from the building and beat the living daylights out of me. Ever since then, I’ve realized that this is no game.
Maybe one day it will be a game again. Maybe you’ll be able to run up and kick a pumpkin without people asking why you did that and if you’re going to pay for it.
Perhaps one day the Indian will put down his tomahawk and the white man
will put down his gun, and the white man will pick up his gun again because, Ha-ha, sucker.
One day we’ll just sit by the fire, chew some tobacky, toast some marshmackies, and maybe strum a tune on the ole guitacky.
And maybe one day we’ll tip our hats to the mockingbird, not out of fear but out of friendliness.
If there’s one single idea I’d like you to take away from this, it is: This is no game. The other thing I’d like you to think about is, could I borrow five hundred dollars?
(Author’s Note: Since finishing this article, I have been informed that
this is, in fact, a game. I would like to apologize for everything I said above. But please think about the five hundred dollars.)
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006/01/09/060109sh_shouts?printable=tr...
WTF???!!!!
What's this sh.t about democracy?
It isn't about democracy, it is about what an incompetent idealogue you are!!
Oh the glory days of glory holes and blow in Chi-town
And who could forget the crazed lunatics at rallies that compared to Nuremberg
Alas, now it is time to retreat to the bunker under the White House with Michael and relive destiny
I bet those folks in Russia had 'sumtin ta do wiz zis.
Thanks to all those to whom voting doesn't matter and did not. You help to ensure a sweep is complete.
"If you choose not to decide, you still have made a CHOICE!" - Rush: Freewill
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOyQhgM1FU
"One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors." - some old dead white guy ;-)
First order of business for new congress?
Read the whole Obamacare bill, the whole frickin thing, FIRST,
And THEN vote on it.
That is what got the last set of Bozos run out DC.
No need to repeal it. Just read it and vote on it.
In other news, Popeyes shuddered muliple locations across the US that had been opened in anticipation of a Democrat sweep. Soul food is on sale across the country. The new McRib Pinata is no longer a hot item.
Obama and Eric Holder's people-folk are all black. They said so. Their folk are not hopey or mopey, they're mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. They want jobs not welfare promises from communists.
"Obama and Eric Holder's people-folk are all black. They said so. Their folk are not hopey or mopey, they're mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. They want jobs not welfare promises from communists. "
You didn't provide 'mandate', you feckless negroes.
-NO chicken for you; -shut up and eat eat your peas after the powleece I helped militarize are done shaking you down...
He's loving this. He'll be fucking the corpse & taking pix until they drag him off it. Then he'll get his pardon and start his own nuclear power. With any luck he'll die soon.
The bots are out.
The bankers rule the world. The politicians are just a show.
That useless sack of skin who has done absolutely nothing but decrease peoples standard of living through his policies will get retirement and secret service for the rest of his life and here we sit 4 trillion dollars and 6 years later with nothing fixed other than the possible exception that maybe and I mean maybe the press will take a closer look next time a black man is run for president. Jeez what an absolute clusterfuck.
The Decepticrats "thought" they were voting for MLK Jr, but they got Steve Urkel!
Bill screaming at the TV watching Obama give his speech this afternoon.....while Hilldabeest was in the background pounding Huma with a hairbrush....
"This Goddamn Nigger Just Doesn't Get It!"