AW HELLS TO THE FUCKING NO!

Ok, last week everyone from That One on down saw fit to bag on The LV.

Seems Sin City is an example of the type of place that people who run shit go to waste tax payers dollares.

Never mind that we offer the best conference facilities at the best prices in the entire fucking world.

Nope. The LV is a big ole sinkhole of the people's money.

Uh.

Huh.

I think we are all just a tad upset these days at the pigs at the trough who fiddle and order up $50million French jets while so many are suffering.

Or giving themselves cost of living raises while setting off for vacations paid for by us in Virginia.

Oh.

Wait.

I got that wrong.

Those were our Congress folks!

Oh yeah baby, while you had your eye on the Wall St. types, your local congressman was spitting in his palm before cruising up your (and my) Hershey highway.

It seems that while most of the country is worried about losing their jobs and union guys at the plants in Dee-troit are being told to give up their health benefits and old folks are now expected to pay for their medicine because their pensions have magically vanished, these fat fucks are having a vacay in the hills of Virginia!

Yeah I called you out by name Barney Frank.

Didn't I?

When asked why it was okay for them to go-a-spa-ing, your reps said, "it was business".

Ok.

Wait.

Stop.

So. It's not okay for people to come to The LV, but, it's perfectly alright for those reptilian fat asses (sorry Barney F.) to go off to some backwoods inn with a bus full of lobbyists.

But like a late night Ronco commercial, "Wait, there's more!"

Let's start with the Repugs.

The high values crowd went on their vacay at the Homestead Resort, an 18th-century mountain spa in the hills of Virginny.

But according to their hack mouth piece Matt Lloyd, "We don't believe in using taxpayer money." No, they don't sell their asses to any old broke ass taxpayers.

They set their sights much higher.

Like a big boobied blonde at a WWII vets reunion of billionaires.

They let lobbyists pay their way.

And then had 54 of said vultures attend the golf fest with them. That's a way better ratio than strippers to patrons at Glitter Gulch.

That's for sure.

Really.

I swear.

You know what?

Them I don't care about.

It's the fucking Dems that piss me off.

Did you notice the name of this blog? It's all about being a Dem and the road I traveled to get to where I am.

Team Hillary morphed into Koolaid Rules because I truly thought WE were better than THEM.

Guess the fuck what?

WE is THEM.

WE went to another inbred inn where the speciality is something called a hops and chamomile massage.

I'm Gay and that shit is way too Gay for me.

Fags.

"Our issues conference, especially this year, was a very serious working session," said Emily Barocas, spokeswoman for the Democratic Caucus.

You bitches couldn't work in your fucking offices that we just gave you a $4,700 cost-of-living raise, bringing YOUR annual salaries to $174,000 to work in?

Bone you!

Well, I just wonder what our drunken Mayor Barney must be thinking as he sits teetering on his bar stool, held up by his two permashowgirls.

I'm sure he sits there reeking of Gin thinking, "this. Is fucked."