Dingy Harry and Nangaia (Earth Mother Pelosi) have escaped from captivity. Once confined to Washington DC, The Bay Area and The Longhorn Saloon and Casino in Nevada, the two are now roaming the country and have infected water supplies and television transmissions from Alaska to Florida. If you see them, shield your eyes and call 911.
If you are a taxpayer, hold on to your wallet. If you love brilliant oration and the wisdom of the Founding Fathers, block your ears. I can’t stress enough that being struck by both the sight and sound of these two can cause a nausea so bad that an oxygen tank or a heart defibrillator could be necessary.
Both are on the run from a large mob hot on their heals. I write this from the back of a truck that’s trailing the mob. Their torches are lit and they are pretty pissed off. Our truck doesn’t run on “alternative energy.” Neither does the mob’s vehicles. The mob is mostly on foot because gas is so expensive and they are tired of buying it from our enemies. Plus, there’s nothing like a mob on foot. Put them in cars and it just looks like an LA traffic jam.
Horrible Harry and Nano Brain are preventing oil companies from doing their jobs. Following their left-wing base, their energy policy makes no sense, much like the utterances of San Fran Nan. Vamping and stuttering has led to the two fleeing Washington and heading for the hills. But their absence does not change our energy policy since they control the Congress.
The non-Drillocrats hate oil. But people need oil and some of us love it. (I’m drinking some right now) Americans need more than enough oil to keep a torch burning for a good old fashion angry mob. We have places to go and people to see. My computer is made from oil and it writes a message to the dingy desperado and the stretch-faced dingbat: Stop running. Drill Now. Drill Here. Or don’t come back to DC. If there isn’t a new sheriff in town, and the Obamanation begins, the mob is still coming for you. We’ll take your cars and your planes. Your castle walls will be no defense.