Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Message To Al Gore, Jr: Stay Out Of Georgia! Your Friends At The Urban Poverty Law Center

If this were another time, say the middle ages, people like Alberto Phineas Gore, Jr would find they would've been separate from their bodies, head on a pike. The global warmer enthusiasts would be happy to provide the cleaver for this man whose prophecy could not have wrought more anger from God. Every confab on warming interrupted by severe cold, special envoys to the poles to study the warming trapped in ice for days, and now the stakes are raised by polar vortices which could have Atlantians off the grid for a month or so until the utility companies can repair all the damage this latest Polar Vortex has wrought.

Where is the false profit, Gore? His light shines nowhere. His voice like a pin dropped in outer space, like a tree crashing in the forest without ears to hear.

The man who cried anthropomorphic global warming during a solar sunspot minimum to ginny support for an unpopular world carbon tax for the sole benefit of a more and more useless, thoughtless, and selfish governing class, has wisely dropped from public view. He is reportedly a Howard Hughes type recluse, an enormous glutton with a voracious appetite for banana pudding topped with beluga caviar sprinkled with Reeses'Pieces. His skin is becoming translucent. If he stands naked in front of a light he appears to be two large blue spots and a brown one.

Doctors have said it is only a matter of weeks until his flesh will become completely invisible and his intestines will be displayed in all their undulating magnificence. He is pitiable but grotesque. He is living with the lie he fashioned from whole cloth. He feels betrayed by the Sun and refuses to ever be in the sunlight again for as long as he lives.

My only concern is we may burn all the pikes trying to stay warm before enough heads have taken their earned and rightful places atop.

Good luck Georgia. May God have mercy on your electrical grid and upon Al Gore, Jr's soul.

Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center

Monday, February 3, 2014

I May Be Dead, But How Do You Think America Feels?

I am Jackson Delano Maybolt. I was preceded in death by Steve Jobs and to my great fortune have bought one of his first "Afterlife Apple" products and am trying it out. It is great. I can surf the web of the Dead. I can get the news of the present, past, and future. I know the winning lottery numbers, but the celestial moderator will not let me publish them: 12, 45, 7, 14, 28, 6, power ball number 2. Though I can see the numbers on my end your view will be blank. All I have to do is to think it and the "AA" types it. It has a phone function which interfaces with earthly iPhones, but the moderator is not keen on permitting this kind of contact between the realms as He puts it "no one could get any rest around here." But I think your iPhones may be lit up in the near future from persons you were sure you would never hear from again.

I watched the Superbowl last night and was taken by its mediocre tones, with the lack luster play by the Bronco's offense, the advertisers who could not seem to make a ten billion dollar a minute advertisement memorable or even thought provoking. Where is Michael Jackson's beautiful sister's titty when you need it. Speaking of which, there is a rock and roll heaven and Elvis still has a bit of a problem with constipation, but his voice is as good as ever and he has teamed up with John Lennon for a new tour of the heavens.

My contention is the Americans who are alive and living under the reign of his majesty Lord Barack H. Obama, JR have given up all hope of improving their lots. This man has sucked the spirit, the economy, the hopes and dreams of every American and replaced these with a morose foreboding acceptance of their new fate where a drab and dreary life known only to the oppressed who lived in the former Soviet Union, is the new normal and upward mobility is replaced by the dreadful floor of socialism. A socialism which only allows the leadership class to thrive and get ahead on the shoulders of the working class and the former middle class.

The New Socialist States of America will have a very short run, thank heavens. Americans are the children of the people who left harsh conditions in the old country to make a better life in a wilderness. These children will rise up and rebuild the dream that is America. The New American socialist will be beaten back. Freedom has not had its run to the finish line in America, not yet at least.

The Obama tribe of redistributionist have played their hands with the destruction of American health care and the people are not satisfied with his wonks tinkering with our freedoms, where real Americans have lost real freedoms to assemble, speak, bear arms, be secure in their property and homes safe from unwarranted searches, and the 13th amendment is being butchered by the 16th amendment and the thugs who have infiltrated the bureau which collects sometimes over 45% of the fruits of a man's labor.

When is a man considered a slave? What percentage of his income taken by the state would make him a slave in fact and free in name only? In reality slavery and socialism are one and the same.

In the South slaves were clothed, fed, housed, warmed, and provided with medical care at no cost to them but 100% of their labor and their freedom. Many Americans are enslaved by the regime working first for the man, then for the general good, and finally for the good of himself and his family. The way things go now, money is freedom. Taking money from workers is enslavement.

The inflating of money is taking money from everyone and fosters slavery. The line is being tested by these people to see what Americans will agree to. I believe the push back will begin in the next election cycle. Tea baggers will work hard and get ahead, and the government needs to take back its rightful place in society where it serves the people and not itself. This November will be a chance for a push back against tyranny. Here's hoping for a big push!

Hell, why should I give a damn? I am dead and here I am equal to all the kings and queens who have ever been or ever will be, and they hate that!

Jackson Delano Maybolt, Celestial President Urban Poverty Law Center