- Sun Aug 23, 2015 8:24 pm
#61970
AssClown Loser Lucky asks for another beat down, and so he shall have it.
AssClown Loser Lucky isn't a Constitutional scholar or anything close to it. 8th grade drop outs from the South Carolina public school system don't get to spend much time studying the Constitution. Their time is taken up with studies of how the south actually won the War of Northern Aggression but was cheated out of it when Grant stole Lee's sword at Appomattox. AssClown Loser Lucky is a pot head junkie stoner Marxist loser and a Useful Idiot of the first rank.
AssClown Loser Lucky is a fierce defender of a woman's right to kill her unborn child, a right he has been told was "discovered" by an activist court in a so called, "Living and breathing, ever evolving" Constitution. A court that set out to some way, ANY way, shoehorn abortion into the Constitution. The court hung it's hat on a "Right to privacy," a right that appears NOWHERE in the Constitution. Let me repeat that. There is no right to privacy in the Constitution.
Period.
Neither is there a right to kill your unborn child. The framers could not have ever contemplated such an atrocity.
Now we are met on a great battlefield of Constitutional dispute over illegal immigration. Suddenly, AssClown Loser Lucky has been converted into a strict, original intent, Constitutional constructionist. Living and breathing is out the window and what was written in the late 1800's is the law of the land and engraved in tungsten carbide set in diamond, to exist forevermore and always. The Donkey-Rat desire to recruit illegal aliens into the ranks of Donkey-Rat voters and put them on the public dole forever shall not be noticed.
Consistency has never and will never be a virtue of the Marxist loser left. They hope their bullshit will not be noticed, and by and large it is not by their brain dead constituency, so ably represented here by Elkindoofus. But the rest of us are not distracted by their smokescreen of deceit and lies.
Thus endeth the latest in a long, long series of epic beat downs of AssClown Loser Lucky.
At this point AssClown Loser Lucky will throw his tantrum, fret, fume and fulminate, snort and blow, stamp his feet and shout, "NO FAIR, NO FAIR" like the sissy pink panty wearing little bitch he is (and toss in a few dozen emoticons).
Then he will hit the bong and forget all about it, waking up with a lap full of Doreto fragments and a mouth that tastes like the entire Chinese army marched through it in it's stocking feet. Perhaps his old lady will have had a good night selling her skanky, meth queen ass and sucking black cock there in South Carolina and he will be able to afford another day's ration of weed and Mexican black tar. If he's lucky (no pun intended) he can slurp the nigger jiz out of her oozing snatch (and asshole) for his breakfast.
Bon appetit!