At last, the American consumer is fighting back against the soul-raping, fried chicken-swilling, choke-machine dugout drunks known as the Redsocks. Says the lion-hearted, extra crispy voice of our "99 percent," the alternative reality Boston Globe, the Herald:
They stole your money, Red Sox fans. Don’t let them steal your money again.
Right on, muffacca. Che lives! Powah to the frat house! Let's pray for the oppressed people of the Redsock Nation to take such words to heart, and to march on the dictatorial madmen who purchased the likes of Whitey Lackey and Yogi Crawford. There must be a bare tree somewhere in downtown Boston. Get a rope. Get the tar. Get the feathers. Gonna be a cookout. Justice is coming to Tombstone. DO YOU HEAR ME, CLANTONS? JUSTICE IS COMING TO TOMBSTONE!
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