Communism is a Commendable Commodity

Sep 16, 2004 11:09

"The grass is greener on the other side of the fence.... unless you take out the fence and make it everybody's grass."

If you don't like burning your neighbor's lawn or you don't have enough money to buy gas because you spent all your money on buying a platinum crack pipe that matches your rims, being that you live in the ghetto, then you could try this alternative. Rip out your neighbor's fence and make his grass and your grass everybody's grass. Translation: Communism. If you chop down his (fence, gate, barbed wire, trench filled with poison gas) then there is no barrier between everybody's private property, making his grass your grass, and your grass, his grass, which saves your ass from using gas. This way you’re not looking from your disgusting grass over the fence to the nice grass of the rich, because their grass is your grass. Russia tried communism and look where it got them. They invented Ta Tu AND the ass-kicking, ball-stomping, tear-rendering name Babushka. Lesbian singers that make out in public rainy places and going around destroying democracy by spelling tattoo wrong, genius! Why couldn't we think of that? The U.S. should drop their grass burning democracy ideals immidetly and replace it with communism so we can join the forces of Ta Tu before they take over the world.
Ripping out the fence can also apply to the ideas of the dirty hippies and the Indians. It's not your land to own and fence in, they said. It belongs to the earth. Anyone willing to try the seemingly peaceful and good idea of communism, be my guest. Commmunism isn't looking good. The U.S.S.R. was abolished, the Indians were killed, and the hippies found deodorant and were all hired by Wal-Mart.

On a side note, I got my car. I hate paying for expensive gas. The U.S. is burning the Iraq's lawn, not that it wasn't already shitty before we got there, with their own gas, gas I could be using doing donuts in the church parking lot or leaving it on all night to destroy the ozone for my own personal reasons. You know… productive stuff.
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