We the people need to replace any and all Congressional members as
well as Senator's who voted for this latest attack on our freedoms and
taxation without representation... we separated from England over these
same issues...including Gun Control
Addendum: Attention Progressive Liberals the Obama administration et al....get the 'F' out of our lives,wallets,freedom,religion,health care and all things that freedom allows...if you don't like our Constitution or way of life feel free to leave and join the third world countries like the Middle East then you can enjoy all the control over your sorry collective asses you so desire...we don't want it...adios...keep it up and a severe ass whooping you will get from 'We the People'
“Taxes drove me to my doom.”
When he’s gone, do not relax.
It’s time to apply the inheritance tax
http://youtu.be/y8OgkjcW0g4
Addendum: Attention Progressive Liberals the Obama administration et al....get the 'F' out of our lives,wallets,freedom,religion,health care and all things that freedom allows...if you don't like our Constitution or way of life feel free to leave and join the third world countries like the Middle East then you can enjoy all the control over your sorry collective asses you so desire...we don't want it...adios...keep it up and a severe ass whooping you will get from 'We the People'
Tax his land, tax his bed,
Tax the table at which he’s fed.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes are the rule.
Tax the table at which he’s fed.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes are the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirt,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirt,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco, tax his drink.
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his cigars, tax his beers,
If he cries, then tax his tears
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his cigars, tax his beers,
If he cries, then tax his tears
Tax his car, tax his gas
Tax his guns,
Find other ways to tax his ass.
Tax all he has, then let him know That you won’t be done ’til he has no dough.
Tax his guns,
Find other ways to tax his ass.
Tax all he has, then let him know That you won’t be done ’til he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers,
Tax him some more.
Tax him ’till he’s good and sore.
Then tax his coffin, tax his grave.
Tax the sod in which he’s laid.
Put these words upon his tomb,Tax him some more.
Tax him ’till he’s good and sore.
Then tax his coffin, tax his grave.
Tax the sod in which he’s laid.
“Taxes drove me to my doom.”
When he’s gone, do not relax.
It’s time to apply the inheritance tax
http://youtu.be/y8OgkjcW0g4
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