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Real Time with Bill Maher
I just wasted ten minutes of my life that I will never get back. What a giant, flamming, A-hole liberal puke. It was like a train wreck, I knew I should have turned away but I couldn't. His view point is so out in left field its hard to believe. The scary part is he has millions of viewers who think the same way as him. We are royally phuked!!!! really, my way of life is going to go the way of the dinosaurs. WOW is all I can say
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Dinner with Obama, a parable
Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I
thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or
spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his Creme Brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I
thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or
spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his Creme Brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
I agree with all of this. That Bill Maher is a 100%, flaming liberal a-hole!I just wasted ten minutes of my life that I will never get back. What a giant, flamming, A-hole liberal puke. It was like a train wreck, I knew I should have turned away but I couldn't. His view point is so out in left field its hard to believe. The scary part is he has millions of viewers who think the same way as him. We are royally phuked!!!! really, my way of life is going to go the way of the dinosaurs. WOW is all I can say
So how do the few of us that are concerned stop our unrepresentive-representives from continuing down this road while the bulk of the populace is either apathetic or lining up for more free shit?
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
If you dont call your representative on a regular basis you aren't doing your job as a citizen. They side with the people they communicate the most with.
The best way to stop this is to organize, however. We need a union for people that dont have unions.
The best way to stop this is to organize, however. We need a union for people that dont have unions.
Isnt he on HBO or some other PAY channel? Vote with your wallet and cancel thier service.
You butthurt? Maher is at LEAST three times smarter than you.I just wasted ten minutes of my life that I will never get back. What a giant, flamming, A-hole liberal puke. It was like a train wreck, I knew I should have turned away but I couldn't. His view point is so out in left field its hard to believe. The scary part is he has millions of viewers who think the same way as him. We are royally phuked!!!! really, my way of life is going to go the way of the dinosaurs. WOW is all I can say
And it's flaming not flamming use your spellcheck.
I'm glad I didn't waste one minute of MY time reading that garbage.Dinner with Obama, a parable
Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I
thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or
spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his Creme Brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
I watch the show even though he's a manipulative hypocrite uninformed douche. Any time he has a prominent black person on he sucks up to them and speaks ebonics to identify with them. He's also very confused on what a libertarian and a democrat/liberal is. He says he's a libertarian but he's no ware close to a libertarian. More like a typical close minded liberal pushing his smoke pot agenda while crying about freedom as he supports taking away damn near any other freedom of choice anyone else has.
He's inconsistent at best.
Never take political advise from a stoner, a grown man who drives a prius or a guy in his mid 50's who's never settled down with a woman his age at least once.
I watch to know what the dumb sheits are talking about! Know your enemy!
He's inconsistent at best.
Never take political advise from a stoner, a grown man who drives a prius or a guy in his mid 50's who's never settled down with a woman his age at least once.
I watch to know what the dumb sheits are talking about! Know your enemy!
You butthurt? Maher is at LEAST three times smarter than you.
And it's flaming not flamming use your spellcheck.
He's quick witted and somewhat entertaining in the same way a train wreak is.
Smart. Not so much.
I do put a value on dissenting opinions.
Bill is a wacko liberal who's hypocritical elitist idealism blinds him of any common sense.
How do you know it's garbage if you didn't read it butt hole, 
hand I know the only person Maher is 3 times smarter than is you. Wacko liberal lunatic.:|err
hand I know the only person Maher is 3 times smarter than is you. Wacko liberal lunatic.:|errTypical. You can't dispute the logic so you turn to grammar and spell checking.You butthurt? Maher is at LEAST three times smarter than you.
And it's flaming not flamming use your spellcheck.
Hey jerkoff, try capitalizing your name. Afterall, thats proper grammar and syntax.
Catcrapdo obviously is one that's standing in line waiting for his portion of government cheese instead of working for it.Typical. You can't dispute the logic so you turn to grammar and spell checking.
Hey jerkoff, try capitalizing your name. Afterall, thats proper grammar and syntax.
As slow as you read braniac, it'd take the better part of an hour to read it. Not to mention how slow the trailer park wi-fi takes to load it onto your Mattel garage sale computor.I'm glad I didn't waste one minute of MY time reading that garbage.
Don't you have some underwear to wash out or something, it's Tuesday.....
I'm thinking Catshit is on the three day panty plan.As slow as you read braniac, it'd take the better part of an hour to read it. Not to mention how slow the trailer park wi-fi takes to load it onto your Mattel garage sale computor.
Don't you have some underwear to wash out or something, it's Tuesday.....
At least....You know how he gets after all those baked beans he gorged hisself on during the 4th picnic at the trailerpark. Major hash marks.....The folks had to take up a collection and throw a benefit or two to pay for all the offsetting carbon credits he needs.I'm thinking Catshit is on the three day panty plan.
Lets breakdown your statements;You butthurt? Maher is at LEAST three times smarter than you.
And it's flaming not flamming use your spellcheck.
"butthurt,"... yah that should be two words and not a contraction...strike one!!!!
"And it's flaming not flamming use your spellcheck"....I do believe a comma is to be used between the first flaming and after the second flamming to seperate the two thoughts.... strike two!!!!
Like a typical Libtard you turn from the issue. I am sorry for using one to many "m's" in my spelling. I wonder how you come to the "three times smarter" equation? I am sure it is some sort of Libtard free cheese math... strike three!!!
What makes Maher three times smarter than anyone? Is it because he is some uber educated policy maker? If you listen to his ideas and his solutions, he sounds like a socialist or a communist. Why do the Libtards believe he represents them? He makes millions, what does he give back? DOes he open schools in the inner-city? Does he employe those who live in public housing? How about he have a few south-centeral gangsters work at his home? He wont do it cause it's easy to talk about solutions as opposed to following through with them...
Warning: Arguing with an idiot about an idiot will get you no where.Lets breakdown your statements;
"butthurt,"... yah that should be two words and not a contraction...strike one!!!!
"And it's flaming not flamming use your spellcheck"....I do believe a comma is to be used between the first flaming and after the second flamming to seperate the two thoughts.... strike two!!!!
Like a typical Libtard you turn from the issue. I am sorry for using one to many "m's" in my spelling. I wonder how you come to the "three times smarter" equation? I am sure it is some sort of Libtard free cheese math... strike three!!!
What makes Maher three times smarter than anyone? Is it because he is some uber educated policy maker? If you listen to his ideas and his solutions, he sounds like a socialist or a communist. Why do the Libtards believe he represents them? He makes millions, what does he give back? DOes he open schools in the inner-city? Does he employe those who live in public housing? How about he have a few south-centeral gangsters work at his home? He wont do it cause it's easy to talk about solutions as opposed to following through with them...
handMaher is a hack that can't make it as a standup comic, can't act worth a shitt so no sitcom, and if you listen closely you will find he's completely ignorant of factual points or understanding. Somehow after several failures, HBO granted him a series. Why, is unknown. It's a strange format as he really brings little if any content. Maybe it's part of the Fairness Doctrine granting equal time to an opposing view, the view of the ignorance of an idiot. Now that Franken has had ACORN steal him a Senate seat, Maher will carry the torch of biggest fool on the Left.
You butthurt? Maher is at LEAST three times smarter than you.
And it's flaming not flamming use your spellcheck.
Warning: Arguing with an idiot about an idiot will get you no where.
You are so right...
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