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Been keeping up on the AIG bonus outrages? I have to say I like the idea of the 90% tax on the funds, but I also rather like Jim's idea over at Sadly, No!:
Yes, I’m absolutely sure the former Harvard Law Society kahuna is going to cornhole the Constitution before he’s been in power for so much as three months, LOL!
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I’m not even a Yank & even MY feeble sinuses can smell the unique high-note of Eau De Merde wafting from the Waaaaahlelujah Chorus being sung by all of these mewling neocon titty-babies.
If the tax isn’t retroactive, it’s fair game, whether you think it IS fair or not … & I think that since the Feds basically own AIG now, they ought to make every single one of these reality-challenged schmeebs come to the Capitol to pick up their lolly during business hours on a set date, on the front steps, in person - you don’t show, you lose the dough … perhaps some time between having to show up with their coats over their heads like convicted pedophiles & praying nobody followed them home while they’re scraping the rotten egg off their Armani clown-suits afterwards, they MAY clue in as to just how piss-poor a move they made by stamping their little cloven hooves & petulantly insisting on their Free-Lunch Bonus.
Yes, I’m absolutely sure the former Harvard Law Society kahuna is going to cornhole the Constitution before he’s been in power for so much as three months, LOL!
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I’m not even a Yank & even MY feeble sinuses can smell the unique high-note of Eau De Merde wafting from the Waaaaahlelujah Chorus being sung by all of these mewling neocon titty-babies.
If the tax isn’t retroactive, it’s fair game, whether you think it IS fair or not … & I think that since the Feds basically own AIG now, they ought to make every single one of these reality-challenged schmeebs come to the Capitol to pick up their lolly during business hours on a set date, on the front steps, in person - you don’t show, you lose the dough … perhaps some time between having to show up with their coats over their heads like convicted pedophiles & praying nobody followed them home while they’re scraping the rotten egg off their Armani clown-suits afterwards, they MAY clue in as to just how piss-poor a move they made by stamping their little cloven hooves & petulantly insisting on their Free-Lunch Bonus.