Can anyone please tell me how or why we’ve allowed this Liz character---this socialist hippie---to infiltrate our business community ?
Whether we’re in Columbus---which is proudly named after an imperialist hero---or in some other city, we in the business community should strive to be like those who seek ever increasing enormous profits, at the expense of all else. That’s a matter of capitalist courage, not that soft-headed, warm and fuzzy do-goody-good bullshit Lessner seems to embrace. It’s rumored she even gives her employees health insurance. When will this madness stop ?
I do most of my work from a corner office in a downtown high rise. Sometimes I take the elevator up, and sometimes---for added inspiration----I get into the building through a window by ascending the pile of dead bodies of my competitors and their loved ones. I love the smell of victory in the morning.
Sometimes I’m too busy looking down on the rest of the city to go out and get lunch. But when that happens, I don’t want it brought to me by some granola cruncher on a bike who probably fantasizes about everyone going back to the Stone Ages--- except maybe for a few of his bike buddies and him cycling around the ruins of modern civilization with the two-wheeled toys they should have outgrown as teenagers.
They’d like to turn our whole world into a dumpster-diver utopia, after the rest of us are gone. Therefore, these granola commies would like to see the world with a lot less people. That’s why we should see a guy on a bike for what he really is : a fag pride parade in disguise. What better way to reduce the population than to stop reproducing?
It’s usually one guy by himself on a bike. He’s not only slowing down traffic for people in cars and trucks trying to get to work to feed their families. But a guy on a bike is also mocking our family values and threatening the human reproduction upon which our future depends.
Not only this, but consider what all that bike riding does to a man’s reproductive organs, and you’ll begin to recognize the menace that occurs when the socialist mayor Michael Coleman cheerleads the bicyclist agenda for taking over America.
You don’t see many women cyclists, but you can bet the ones that you do notice have a similar disregard for people trying to drive to work to feed their families as well as a callous disregard for how their childish, two-wheeled obsession causes them to shirk the reproductive duties upon which the survival of the human race depends. All that time on that bike seat. Think about it.
So, when one of my subordinates brings me carry-out for lunch, my factory-farmed meat, eggs, and cheese somehow tastes better if I know it was delivered via a vehicle that burns petroleum and pollutes the air. For me, it’s all about consistency.
I love the smell of auto exhaust in the morning during rush hour. Breathing in that blue mist is a nice touch at night too, whether it's a commute or a romantic walk during Gallery Hop. That scratchiness in our throats...that's progress.
How’s that as a judgment on the Jury Room’s insidious, ungodly, and un-American agenda ? What’s next for this Liz character, hemp milk with happy hour cocktails ?
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