BarneyPiccolo

Some did, but they won by cheating, and we ALL know it.

I'd rather a dead useless martyr, than an active live Nazi.

Invite them all for dinner, and take care of the entire problem at once.

Exactly what I thought. Nobody has made it more possible than the people in this room.

That reminds me, I need to sharpen my guillotine.

It says MS-13.

Pay the lady!

The fact that these liars weren't struck by lightning while posing for this photo, is proof positive that the God they claim to worship doesn't exist.

I saw a meme the other day that said "Democrats fighting against Progressives," and showed the terrifying T Rex from the first Jurassic Park movie.

Then it said " Democrats fighting MAGA policies," and it showed Barney.

If you got a bear terrorizing your neighborhood, you don't put him in charge of the HOA.

One of my favorites is Stephen Foster's Hard Times, Come Again No More (1873):

‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;

Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:

Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay

There are frail forms fainting at the door:

Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say –

Oh! Hard times, come again no more.

Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears

While we all sup sorrow with the poor:

There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears;

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;

Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:

Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

There’s a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away

With a worn heart whose better days are o’er:

Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day –

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;

Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:

Many days have lingered around my cab in door;

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

‘Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,

‘ Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore,

‘ Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave, –

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;

Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:

Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

People just don't want to work no more, so you got to give them snacks to keep them engaged.

Here's an idea, lower your profits by 15%, triple everyone's pay, and watch them all walk in whistling a happy tune every morning.

Or, y'know, give them a banana. That should work just as well.