Welfare babies, greasy diners and other tidbits

Yes it's Emerson and yes I'm back to express my opinions on several
hot topics germane to the here and now. First, nigs on welfare.
Because these women can't seem to understand the concept of using
birth control and because they appear all to eager to spread their
legs to any Tom, Dick or Tyrone, our government is left footing the
bill for the resulting future car thieves. A solution? Cut off all
benefits after 1 year. Educate the ones who want it so they can find a
real job and above all, keep up with current affairs in our nation's
welfare program. There is no shortage of liberal a.s polyps in suits
out there lobbying for even more rights for these lazy sloths.

Next up, greasy diners. I've eaten at my fair share of them while out
on the road and for the most part, they offer a pretty good selection
of Americana food however it was my recent misfortune to run across a
diner named "Juanito's", a former 1950's shotgun style home converted
into a Mexican diner. "I'll take the enchilada special" sez I to my
clearly brain dead waiter. What the heck. I'll try it and see how they
are. Bad move. Within 30 minutes of ingestion, I found myself cutting
high- pitched farts with a serious side affect. They were wet ones. I
was given a most unwelcome squishy reminder of my meal when I rose
from my
booth to pay the little mongrel behind the counter and walk out to my
car. I nigger rigged a man kotex out of kleenex and pushed it between
my a.s cheeks to sop up the remnants of those brown blasts. The moral
of the story? Be ready for gastric distress when trying out someplace
new, especially if the owners don't have a
greencard.

I said it, you read it and I remain....

Emerson Wainwright