DIVORCE! (Part Deux)

So we've thrown down the gauntlet, you and I.  

All us Patriots have informed the elitist dweebs that we have irreconcilable differences, and we want a divorce.  No more counseling, no more cooling off period, we want out!  

So now it's time to divide up the assets.  You know, she gets the China, he gets the poodle, that sort of thing.  But in our case, it's the proceeds of 246 years of growing and doing and being.  And so let's get started...

     -  Let's give them the "Legacy Media."  You know, that Constitutionally-protected "Fourth Estate" by way of which you and I are supposed to get unbiased information (Ha! Ha!).  And then know how to vote.  Except of late it's been anything but unbiased.  Put plainly, it's been reporting only one-sided, Left-leaning claptrap for decades.  To be honest, and God knows we are, the "Corporate Media" is nothing but the communications arm of the Democrat National Committee.  And everybody SOUTH of I-70 already knows it!  So they'll think they're getting something Big, and we'll know they already had it!  Yes, they're not all that bright...

     -  We'll take the United States Military and the National Guard.  They're pretty much Conservatives anyway, so the Democrats know they won't be losing many votes.  And we can use their world-class firepower when it's time to fend off those brand-new, and fully-armed, IRS agents.  All 87,000 of them.  Can you see it?  A shoot out between guys in cammo with AR-15's and Ivy League grads in Brooks Brother suits, all armed with 9mm's.  I'll take the Military...

     -  And speaking of those IRS agents, we'll give them the IRS.  And all their armed bookkeepers.  They'll all become unionized soon, and they all vote Democrat, so nothing lost, nothing gained...

     -  They certainly get Hollywood, and all the miserable, neurotic, self-absorbed pukes who live there.  Think about it: they get up every morning and prepare to read lines written by others, even more screwed up than are they!  And they get paid $Millions for doing so.  Because others seeking a little release from life's problems, will pay to go sit in a darkened and watch them perform.  That's another area in which psychiatry and psychology might be of help.  

But anyway, since you could hold a monthly meeting of the Hollywood Republicans Club in a phone booth, if there's one left, not too much lost here.  They already have the Left Coast, so it's best to just let these sleeping dogs lie...

     -   We'll take the Police, and the Firefighters, and all the other sworn officers in uniform throughout 'Murica.  like the Military, they're pretty much all on our side anyhoo, so no biggie.  Annnnnd, since the Dummass Democrats chose to try and "Defund the Police," the cops all over the Fruited Plain who did lean a little bit "Left," have come to their senses.  Now?  They'd like to smack the s**t out of those commie pr*cks!

     -  Oh yeah, they get all the Federal Drones, who hopefully won't have a job once a Republican President retakes the Orville Orifice.  There's more than 250,000 of them, just around "The Swamp" in D.C., doing who knows what, so there's gonna' be some pain.  Not for them, though. They're probably unionized, so they'll get 8 years of pay if they get fired..

That oughta' do it.  With the dissolution of community property having now been dispersed, let's just now call this period in our history just like I call my first wife; a Good Start.  So let's go our separate ways, just like we did from Britain.  Who, I might remind you, is now our biggest and best friend!  We might actually become friends if we just get divorced!  But until then, we know they hate us, and we don't believe a word that they say.  So seems like a good ending to me...  

Let's start today.  Write your Congressweenie and let them know your feelings.  Let them know those pukes in Martha's Vineyard need to start looking out for themselves.  No more being propped up by those "Suthennn" heathens.  We'll now take our toys and go home.  

But don't come a callin' if and when you need our help.  You know, from the police or the fire or the Army or the Marines or the Air Force or the Coast Guard or the Space Force or the people to sit in a darkened theater and watch Jen and Ben love it up.  She's been married four times, and he's been married three.  Two now to her!   A shrink could set up shop in their bed room!

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