wake up and smell the ass play

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so "the beautiful girl's" dad forwards us an email...basically says that the wicked and deceptive Obama administration wants to levy a tax on every transaction you make at your bank...1% of the transaction...wow.. now this strikes me as kinda counter what the prez stands for...but never really trusting our government...whether dem or rep...i do some reading...and i learn two things...one is that the tax is on banks that transfer huge amounts of money... largely overseas...the reason seems to be one awareness of what these large financial institutions are up to...terrorism is used in the description...but i think that paints the problem with a large brush...and uses the buzz word...terrorism...for acceptance...but i have no problem with the government watchin these fucks...they have proved to be as trustworthy as crack whores at the rock candy playhouse..
.but ...and heres the really telling part...i find that the lobbyists for these banks have sent the "stupid and willing" disinformation saying that every bank transaction including your $10 debit card wendy's lunch will be subject to this tax...and ...yeah you guessed it...they latched on like a lab and pull toy...the sites are rife with yet another outright lie about a policy of this administration...socialism...big government...our fellow americans...leveraged with debt...having virtually no savings...having lost most of their retirement ...to these same institutions...attack..the president for trying to get a hold on these...well...giant dicks...i'm sorry but if the vision of these idiots becomes the future of our country...then i am out of here...but hey ...this group will gladly show my, peace lovin, anti big business, pro abortion, anti racist, mexican loving ass the door...and they don't have to push me twice

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