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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Pig Farmer's of America, Unite!

“I’m not a great optimist about the western civilization.” - PJB, here.

When I was young a common pejorative when discussing Communist Russia (USSR) was 'Pig Farmer'.  As the story goes the average Communist, represented by the Russian Pig Farmer, had the following outlook on the world:  Pig Farmer Alexei owned 2 pigs.  Pig Farmer Vlad owned 3 pigs.  So, Pig Farmer Alexei called the KGB and demanded that they come and kill one of Pig Farmer Vlad's pigs, thus restoring equality to his world.

When Pat Buchanan comments about his pessimism for Western Civilization, it is because Pig Farmers are no longer simply mental midgets found behind the Iron Curtain.  The Pig Farmer ideology has infected America to Her core.  The rationale of the Pig Farmer is so entrenched in the masses of American citizens, it goes unidentified by most.

98% of Americans working for 'The State' are Pig Farmers.  Every single American who accepts .Gov benefits - but for wounded .mil vets and those who have accepted less than they ever 'contributed' to the system - are Pig Farmers.  I can not identify one single politician outside of the elected County Sheriff who is not a Pig Farmer - either sharing the ideology or slopping the Pigs.

The most insidious collection of Pig Farmers in America - even more repugnant than the Welfare Class - can often be found working next to you.  Whether you sweep floors in a warehouse, drive a prison bus, or perform some other menial, unskilled service industry job, you definitely need look no further than your co-workers to find a few Pig Farmers.  Many Pig Farmers never have to look further than the mirror.  These are the slugs of society who think they make a contribution to Western Civilization by virtue of their very existence, while complaining and attempting to sabotage genuine producers in the economy - the men and women who help to construct buildings and machines, the men and women who build products and thus employ machinists and technicians and other genuine contributors.

The Pig Farmer Class in America would evaporate overnight if the parasites among us would begin to produce tangible widgets, or medicine, or advances in tech that help reduce the unit cost of production.

Hell, even if your greatest aspiration in life is to peddle Camel Toe, at least muster the gumption to produce your own and not simply recycle what you find in a Google Search, for Fcuk sake.

...or, they could simply STFU and let their betters do the work they are unwilling and incapable of accomplishing..

But that will not happen - because in their Souls they are Pig Farmers.

8 comments:

  1. The wheels on the bus go round and round.
    round and round.
    round and round.
    The wheels on the bus go round and round,
    all through the town!

    The people on the bus go up and down.
    up and down.
    up and down.
    The people on the bus go up and down,
    all through the town!

    The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep.
    beep, beep beep.
    beep, beep, beep.
    The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep.
    all through the town!

    The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish.
    swish, swish, swish.
    swish, swish, swish.
    The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish,
    all through the town!

    The signals on the bus go blink, blink, blink.
    blink, blink, blink.
    blink, blink, blink.
    The signals on the bus go blink, blink, blink,
    all through the town!

    The motor on the bus goes zoom, zoom, zoom.
    zoom, zoom, zoom.
    zoom, zoom, zoom.
    The motor on the bus goes zoom, zoom, zoom,
    all through the town!

    The babies on the bus go waa, waa, waa.
    waa, waa, waa.
    waa, waa, waa.
    The babies on the bus go waa, waa, waa,
    all through the town!

    The parents on the bus go shh, shh, shh.
    shh, shh, shh.
    shh, shh, shh.
    The parents on the bus go shh, shh, shh,
    all through the town!

    The mommy on the bus says, I love you.
    I love you, I love you
    The daddy on the bus says, I love you, too.
    All through the town.



    Sorry, I couldn't resist.

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  2. Wow. And there's proof.

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  3. Replies
    1. You are such a special snowflake... :)

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    2. ...and the coming blowtorch of change will be quite a byatch to such ^a^SSes

      (anonymous Special Snowflakes)

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