So I see the liberals and the sodomites and the lesbians in San Francisco have started running adverts aimed at illegal immigrants - not to tell em to go home, but to make sure they know about the free city services they're 'entitled' to! Them Mexicans must be guffawing into their fajitas! Sure, use our health clinics to cure your tropical diseases, guys! Pick a school for your kids - and don't worry, we'll make Spanish-speaking mandatory for ya! Call the Fire Department when your illegal cat gets stuck up one of our trees! And don't worry about payin a penny - the good ol' US taxpayer will pick up the bill!
You know what, that Mayor of San Francisco ain't just flouting immigration law - he's giving the whole darn justice system the finger! So how's he get away with it? Like I said to Bob this morning, if it was an honest tax-paying American pulling that kinda stunt, they'd have the Feds coming down on them faster than a cruise missile chasin an Afghan.
So Dee and I were thinking we should start a campaign to get the whole city impeached - you know, like what happened to Bill Clinton when he got inappropriate with that Monica Lewdinski and stained her dress and CHEATED ON HIS WIFE. But then Bob comes up with a much better idea. Listen, he says, stop worryin! Let San Francisco attract all the illegals and homosexualists and criminals they want. In fact, we'll bus em in for them! Then we'll see how the lefties and the butt bandits feel livin in a city where everyone says Ola in the mornin and your breakfast burger morphs into a frickin burrito.
And you know what else Bob points out? That whole darn city's built on top of an earthquake fault! Now, if the man upstairs decides in his wisdom to open up a big hole in the ground so that the illegals and the communists and the transfatsexuals get sucked down into the FIERY FIRES OF HELL, then who are we to question it? Look what happened to New Orleans - and those guys weren't even sodomizing each other!
Well, I gotta hand it to Bob. He may be a lazy good for nothin with a quick temper and a quicker fist, specially after a night on the Bud. But when it comes to seeing the big picture, my hubby's a real darn vizionary.
