Death, be not profitable. Barack Hussein Obama and his crimson-pantied street thugs won't be smearing their Marxist pawprints on our 2011 free agent class of Jason Werth, Carl Crawford, Cliff Lee and a bullpen millionaire to be named later.
Yes, the law in America is simple and reflects the wisdom of great thinkers: Die, baby, die.
By dying this year, George leaves his heirs extra cash for the amenities. Had he been hooked up to a respirator and reanimaed into 2011 -- that is, had the ambulance techies been Redsock fans -- we might have needed to sell off Joba before buying somebody new. Now... no regrets.
I'm wondering if Obama's Death Panel signed off on this before they allowed Nick Swisher to hit only four home runs, causing the massive heart attack that sent George into the realm of Bud Selig consciousness.
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Art Linkletter and George Steinbrenner -- the smartest dead guys around. Hell, maybe you CAN take it with you.
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