George carlin the american dream download

We're fucked. Unless we think of some way to fight back. I have my ideas. Do you? Read it first. Then watch the video. Then read it again. Then share it far and wide with the little green button. Retweets do count. Because the owners, the owners of this country don't want that. I'm talking about the real owners now, the BIG owners!

The big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians. They are irrelevant. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. This website uses cookies to improve your experience.

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These cookies will be stored in your browser only with your consent. You also have the option to opt-out of these cookies. They are fatally attracted to the slow death of fast food. Hot dogs, corn dogs, triple bacon cheeseburgers, deep-fried butter dipped in pork fat and cheese whiz, mayonnaise-soaked barbecue, mozzarella patty melts. America will eat anything. Especially if you dipped them in butter and put a little salsa on them.

This country is big-time pig time. Forget the bald eagle. Do you know what the national emblem of this country ought to be? A big bowl of macaroni and cheese. Because everything in this country is king size. Especially fucking people! Have you seen some of the people in this country? Have you taken a good look at some of these big, fat motherfuckers walking around? Big, fat motherfuckers. Oh, my God. Huge piles of redundant protoplasm lumbering through the malls like a fleet of interstate buses.

The people in this country are immense. Massive bellies. Monstrous thighs and big, fat fucking asses. How does she shit? And even more frightening, How does she wipe her ass?

Can she even locate her asshole? She must require assistance. Are paramedics trained in this field? And standing right next to her. Of course. With a plate full of nachos and a mouthful of pie is her clueless fucking husband Joe Six Pack. With his monstrous swollen beer belly hanging dangerously out over his belt buckle. And if you stand there and you look at the two of them. You begin to wonder to yourself, Do these people fuck?

Is this man actually capable of fucking this woman? And in the summertime — God help us — in the summertime, they will all want to wear short pants. They all got short pants, big bellies, fat thighs, and dumb kids. Short pants, big bellies, fat thighs, and dumb kids. Every one of them has got two dumbass kids with them.

And besides wearing them T-shirts. Everyone in the family has got on a backpack. They got a backpack strapped to their back so they can carry around lots of stupid shit. And the reason they got to carry their stupid shit strapped to their backs is that their hands must remain free at all times to hold food. And to get that food up to the mouth where it gets shoveled in with all the rest of the disgusting shit they ate that day.