Wednesday, April 4, 2012

3549. HARDY

HARDY
 (politics)
How can you be so tone-deaf, Hardy, how can
you? All your tariffs and taxes amount to nothing
but blather and trash, your own mouth fills with
bunkum and you are spitting out trash. I've
decided I am tired of you and my gun will
do well the rest. Yes, if I take that disastrous
course I will forfeit all my future. Over you?
No, I think not. That shall not do.
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Whatever satrapy your originations 
come from, I am sure I would not wish 
to know  - not your mother, not your father, 
not your brother, not your sister nor 
your daughter nor your wife. Well, perhaps 
an exception  can be made there, if she's got 
the requisite parts. You call me crazed? 
You brand me mad? Ha!
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Let me tell you once more clearly:
the time is coming when you and
your like will rue the day you were
born. The dead, in that time, will
get no million-dollar settlements
to help them mourn. No, no, for
there will be nothing left at all,
no, nothing left at all.

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