I was surprised, when they awarded the Nobel for literature on Wednesday, that you were not even on the short nominees' list. So artful, so literary, your prose. Specially the last part of the above missive.<quoted text>
100% of the blame goes on the loser 'Obobblehead". He is incompetent, plain and simple. Great role model you've chosen, moron! A liar and a fraud. Brilliant! Roberts was bought, moron. I suspect it was Obobblehead himself that said, "do not pay the death benefits". You know, it's part of his "make it hurt" plan? Regardless, the bill is junk and will kill itself. That will be his legacy, his great piece of work! LMAO! Written by DIMs in the middle of the night and loaded with hidden taxes, oComaCare was shoved down the people's throats. That's not how things are done here but how could the Kenyan have known that? Even people as stupid as you are catching on to Obobblehead's little BS games. BTW shytforbrains, you're not qualified to call anyone Un-American. You are and always will be a "wannabe". You're a short, fat, gray-haired, lying queer who likes lap dogs and for some unknown reason, you think you are something special! LMAO! scum of the earth Cya later pathological liar.
Plain English, loser, and here it is . Who "stopped" the gov't in its tracks? A few looney tooney birther tea baggers. With a speaker without the fortitude to dump them. Speaker won't even call a vote that he knows he will use. When the Canadian-Cuban and wannabe American Cruz and his motley birther Rep congressmen shut down the gov't over a bill approved by both houses, signed by the president and approved by the Supreme Court , they must have known soldiers would not be paid, retirees and handicapped veterans would not be paid. They called the president's bluff and now the majority of the people, who you said had obamacare shoved down their throats , want those Repub tea baggers OUT. By a wide margin. Did you even know that?
Me a wannabe? Wannabe what? If every American was like you, and thank god most of them are not, even the poorest of the poor on this earth would not want to be American. You are the dregs of a nation, the kind that drags it down, the one, as I've often said, who is locked up in the potato cellar when company comes. You're uncouth, a worm, no, a slug who should damn well stay under his slimy rock. Hey, tell your suffering stepmom to call you.