Santa Will Stick Around A While Longer

Senator Blutarski takes a break from his senate duties.

My Uncle Bob, a son of Illinois, always voted a straight Republican ticket until the day he died.  After that he pretty much voted Democratic.  

It used to be that once the detritus of December 25th was swept away there were no more presents until maybe your birthday.  That, my fellow Americans, is no longer the case.  Now that the bloodsucking leeches of our professional political class have discovered that it's possible to retain their status as privileged characters entitled to the public trough,  Santa is on the job 24/7 all year long. Whatever you need is within easy reach just as long as you keep voting for Representative Santa or Senator Santa of (your state or district here).  

Money is no problem for the punch drunk Palookas of  D.C,

 they'll do whatever it takes to buy your vote with your very own money.

Have a business?  Collect a decent paycheck?  Well, you my friend, have more than you need!  Send your dough to Washington so that it can be redistributed to those who can't be bothered with showing up for a job or are too lazy to steal.  Oh, by the way, when we run out of your money, we'll simply print some of our own.  NOT at problem.  Your kids and grandkids will pick up the tab.

In fact it may well be a good idea to see if your children can secure federal jobs.  That way they'll be certain to be first in line for decent seats on the lifeboat when the USS Democracy hits that iceberg of massive debt that is guaranteed to take it down faster than Bill Clinton's pants at a womens' prison.

Representative Blowhard is unavailable for comment.

Think of about this as you get ready for next year's tax shakedown.  Are you a taker or a maker?  If you are the former, rest assured that the ride can't last forever.  If you actually contribute more than you take from your country, God bless you!  If we stick together, demand reform and educate our children about the bear trap being set for them, then the greatest country the world has ever produced has a chance to continue.  If not, get ready to say "hello"to the ash heap of history where the bones of morally and fiscally corrupt civilizations lie bleaching in the noonday sun.  

Some citizens are catching on.  Max Baucus, the democratic dolt from Montana, deduced that his days of living large on the public arm are over.  He knows the collective IQ of the state of Montana could not possibly sink low enough to insure his re-election;  so he has chosen to "retire".  (For politicians retirement means taking a fat pension, continuing to live in Washington D.C. as a lobbyist and attending the same freeload cocktail parties.)  At least we won't be subjected to any more drunken rants by Montana's no longer favorite political pantload.

"Chivas neat…make it a double!"