Congress,  Reid, &  Pelosi are After You

Congress killed Santa Claus last night.  Seriously.  Oh, he’s not lying in a bloody puddle somewhere (at least not yet), but he is targeted for annihilation.  Let the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, and Cupid be on notice, you’re next.

As I was listening to a conservative commentator discuss the passing of the Senate Health Care Bill last night, it hit me like a reindeer flying off cruise control.  I was hanging the stockings for Santa’s anticipated visit and realized that he too, is in grave danger over the health care bill.  He may well have been eliminated as a national icon in the 2,000+ page health care bill as being too dangerous for his own good and no one got around to telling me (even the intelligent speed reader cannot fully comprehend that bill).  For all I know, he is named as the first target for euthanasia – he is after all quite ancient, a fatty fat fat, harbors serious
mental defects (he chuckles to himself for no obvious reason and has a particular affectation over laying his finger aside of his nose), and thumbs his nose at such manufactured lies as global warming, one world governance, and the steady degradation of the greatest country in the world – America. 

Whew; can you say pin a target on his sleigh?   He’s already been denied Medicare; his elves and Missus take care of his headaches (now, what do I give the megalomaniac who thinks he owns everything?), back aches (this package of common sense for Pelosi, Reid, Sunstein, and Baghdad Bob gets heavier every time I lift it), and sleep apnea (wow!  what a dream!  I thought that jug-eared, blue-gummed, malignant narcissist moonbat dyed my suit purple!).  He is too work-driven to ask for welfare and handouts (I know I only travel one day each year, but have you ever tried landing in every country, entering every home, sorting through bijillions of gifts, all in one night?) and too proud to turn his back on his country (I’ve been doing this work for 1500 years, Mrs. Claus, and I still believe).

Poor Santa; he will soon go the way of all old, fragile, sick, ‘useless’ people.  The government will force him to go to a life choice counselor where he will be told he is old, fragile, sick, and useless.  When he resists buying into the lies, he will be sedated and told to repeat, “I am old, tired, fragile, sick, and useless.  Someone else can take over my job” over and over until he finally agrees to the cookie, glass of milk, and strange capsule that no one can discuss.

Poor America; we, too, will see our elderly, chronically ill, unborn, and disabled people given their own cookie, glass of milk, and farewell capsule.

No average citizen is safe; even our imaginary playmates and nostalgia keepers are doomed to death.  Of course, the same guidelines for you and me will not be the same for the elite and magalomaniacs in charge, but I have to ask:

If you kill Santa, who will bring you presents and shout ho-ho-ho to lift your spirits.  We won’t; we’ll all be at the North Pole, building a new workshop for all good conservative boys and girls.

You’ll miss the tinsel and lights, eggnog and wrapping paper.  You lose.

Forever, Faithful

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