Lookee here.
The happy couple. With their happy little boy. You can't tell from this picture that when the happy little boy becomes a bit older, he'll think it's fun to stuff lit firecrackers down the throats of toads who don't want to die. But he thinks it's fun, so the toads will explode, thanks to Bubble Boy, the toad-exploder, who will grow up to be president.
Other families have happy little boys and girls, too. But some of them grow up to be exploded.
In Bubble Boy's Oedipal Iraq war. Some are exploded like the toads, some are wounded. Physically wounded, psychologically wounded, or both.
Bubble Boy doesn't want to pay for troops with PTSD to be treated for the PTSD his splendid little Oedipal war gave them. Suicide saves dough, does it not?
Bubble Boy doesn't want to pay for brain injury treatment for troops with brain injuries his splendid little Oedipal war gave them. They're not Terry Schiavo, are they?
Bubble Boy wants all the rest of the wounded troops who were wounded fighting his splendid little Oedipal war to just shut the f*ck up. He wants them to shut up and die.
More here. And here. And here.
Way to support the troops, Preznit Toad-Exploder!
Vets
Iraq War Vets
Vets with PTSD
2 comments:
"Supporting the troops" mantra from the Republicans is the same as when they did that purple finger bullshit to show "Iraqi people their solidarity." Please.
Yeah. Except the purple finger bullshit is just bullshit, not bullshit resulting in death and/or suffering.
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