I, Gimpicus: Parental Advisory - Foul Language Within

Arnold can kiss my gimpy white ass! Enter my parlor of hate. Seriously bad language within - you're warned.

What a fuckermonkey!

Arnold decides to put us further in debt by killing the 'car tax', then wants to offset it by cutting CHILDREN'S HEALTHCARE and PROGRAMS FOR THE DEVELOPMENTALLY DISABLED?!

Sure, kids can't vote, after all, and DD people aren't exactly the highly prized swing voters that are NASCAR Dads, so why not?

Screw the kids and retards!

Fucker.

Being a gimp, myself - in a wheelchair - I am particularly pissed off about the latter part. I've known many DD people and these programs he wants to cut are one of the biggest parts of their otherwise miserable a dreary lives. But, y'know, they're retards. They won't actually notice. Or do anything about it.

I gleefully look forward to the day when Arnold gets cancer from all the steroids he took in his youth. I know, wishing shit like that on people is wrong, but so is fucking over helpless gimps, and he seems to have no problem doing it. So I hope he suffers long and badly, and I hope he loses his fortune so he has to rely on state healthcare to help him. If I weren't Buddhist I'd hope he burns in hell. It's almost enough to make me hope I'm wrong.

So, in conclusion...

Fuck Arnold. Fuck him and his legless grandmother.