Return to Sanity: Ron On Horrible Harry Greed

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Ron On Horrible Harry Greed | Grouchy Old Cripple

Harry Reid has completely lost it. Never a rising star on the intellectual horizon, his path is now

instead at its nadir in terms of reality, honesty, credibility, and suitability. For at least the past 10 years, his primary function in the Senate has been to obstruct, distract, concoct, and neglect. His value to the United States of America compares strongly to the value of professional wrestling to American culture.

He not only lies deliberately to mislead the public, but he lies about lying and shifts blame faster than a gearjammer carrying a load of explosives switches gears on his rig while trying to get up a steep slope in Colorado. The only things worse than the problems Reid creates in the legislature are the solutions he offers. This is the guy who said that visitors to D.C. smell bad, that the proposal to make English the national language is “racist,” and “Our system of government is a voluntary tax system . . . . Of course you have to pay them.” One of his classics, of course, is “Seniors love getting junk mail. It’s sometimes their only way of communicating or feeling like they’re part of the real world.”

On Social Security, he has declared that the program works fine and will be fully funded for the next 40 years because all the so-called problems with it are myths perpetuated by people who don’t like government. His most recent idiocy said that many people aren’t signing up for Obamacare because they don’t know how to use the internet. JHFC, since last OCTOBER!?!? Nobody seems to have any problem signing up for welfare, or food stamps, or unemployment.

Harry Reid needs to have a large, unwashed, Spanish-language-speaking woman with advanced psoriasis and warts tear his tongue from his mouth and slap him unconscious with it, every goddam day. He also needs to have his bladder excised, inflated, and given to Haitian urchins to play soccer with. I’d also like to see a buzzard eat his spleen and a jackal drag his intestines across a series of red anthills.

This jerkwad is the primary reason that the US has not had a budget for the past 5 years. He is a professional bottleneck, a living clog, a millstone around the neck of decency in government. Harry Reid is a severe cramp in the colon of America, a locus of time and space where progress goes to die ignominiously, a snag in the stream of common sense, an impediment to national security, and a detriment to freedom and liberty.

He is the living embodiment of bipedal malignancy, the incarnation of fatuousness, the poster child for gridlock. He should be pulled across a cheese grater every morning for 60 minutes and then rinsed in vinegar before being dressed in a dunce cap and fool’s mufti. His breathing permit should be cancelled, and his species membership revoked.

Reid clearly has some sort of major defect under his skull. I personally suspect that he is an alien plant of some sort, one that has passed its prime and is in the latter stages of mental decay. He is clearly senescent and physically decrepit. Most of the time he appears to be dazed, perplexed, flummoxed, as if a Trayvon wannabe has suckerpunched him on his way from the parking lot to the Senate Well.

He needs to be rubbed with bacon and dropped into an aquarium filled with piranha. His bones then should be ground to powder and mixed with fresh concrete to make an anchor for a safe holding his collected writings, which is then dropped from the flight deck of the USS George H. W. Bush into the Puerto Rico Trench.