He's a foul øne.
his is where the similarity to Seuss' tale ends:
After stealing all your health care plans, he returns only a few of them to those he arbitrarily and unlawfully deems "hardship cases."
Cindy Lou Who whose health plan he stole? "Tough tots, toots!" pResident Grinch maniacally bellows.
You're a mean one, pRes. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus.
You're as charming as an eel, pRes. Grinch.
You're a bad banana, with a greasy black peel.
That was after he promised her she could keep her doctor and her health care plan. After he patted her on the head, gave her a drink of Kool-Aid®, and sent her back to bed — then proceeded to steal everything she had.
You're a monster, pRes. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You've got garlic in your soul, pRes. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
But at the top of Mount Corrupt (and the bottom of the polls), he has a selective Change™ of "heart [sic]." To appease Whoever was still idiotically gullible or stupidly self-deluded enough to brainlessly believe his lies and suckerly support him, he illegally decides to discriminately give them exclusive exemptions.
Union Thug Who? "Hey! You're a hardship case. Have your plan back," he unilaterally decrees.
You're a vile one, pRes. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, pRes. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile.
Congresswho Exempted Abovethelaw Freeloader Who? "Merry
Christmas WinterFest™! Yes, you can keep your special subsidies that no other American can get," he corruptly proclaims with another of his arrogant smirks.
You're a foul one, pRes. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk, pRes. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
Campaign Contributor Who? "Another hardship case here! Yes, you can get and keep my Lawless Exemption too," he despotically dictates.
You're a rotter, pRes. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot, with moldy purple spots, pRes. Grinch.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.
So, the New & Improved® Øbreakable Promise* is: "If you like your health care plan, you can keep it, unless I don't like it because I've tyrannically declared it 'substandard,' then you can't keep it, unless I'm tanking in the polls and have to pretend to be doing something about it, then I'll lawlessly delay the extreme, inevitable damage coming from this unaffordable Colossal Disaster me and my party exclusive built (i.e., nobody else made that happen) until after next year's elections."
Has the Lying Liar-n-Thief made himself absolutely clear?
You nauseate me, pRes. Grinch.
With a nauseous super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey, and you drive a crooked horse, pRes. Grinch.
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce.
* All this always subject to Change™ without any prior notice or statutory authorization.
Labels: corrupt Democrats (BIRM), Democrat War on Americans, Democratyrants, Impeach.Obama.Now., liberals are always extreme, lying liberals (BIRM), Obama Lied Your Healthcare Died, Worst. pResident. Ever.
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