Pardon. It's late. I made the mistake of reading some comments on the internet.
A particular comment, regards the estimated 3 million new, full-time jobs created by President Obama's stimulus act, despite it having been been diluted with nearly 50% needless tax cuts, so as to get the approval of a single Republican in the House of Representatives (respect, Mr. Cao). Said comment was, and I quote,
A lot of those jobs that were created were government jobs and not for the every day working people!
Dear Ms. Yammerhead:
Fuck you.
Fuck you at 4:30 in the morning as the truck rumbles up to pick up the trash you left out last night. I assume you don't need such services and that your flock of goats could just as easily chomp through the detritus you leave for lesser beings to attend to.
Fuck you at 5 when the bus driver is gulping the last of her coffee to get to her bus so she can snatch up your precious bio-poop to take them off to their taxpayer-funded babysitters and (god, do we hope) educators.
Fuck you at 6 when the local cop is calling into the DOT desk to find out whether the flip sign on the jackknifed truck on the interstate between you and your precious private enterprise office job means she can just re-route traffic or whether she has to bring in a bunch a space-suited public employees to make sure your face doesn't turn to jello waiting to get to the exit.
Fuck you at 7, when you finally get your lazy ass out of bed and turn on the TV to see if the NWS satellites have detected any delays to your commute.
Fuck you at 8, when a drill instructor is yelling at the top of his lungs because your nephew has attempted to enter barracks after drill without checking his weapon at the sand pit and turning it in to the weapons room.
Fuck you at 9, when a coding clerk corrects the entry on your mom's Medicare pharm claim, making sure she isn't billed for the medicine that's keeping her alive (not that you care, judging by how often you visit her at the Medicare-paid facility where she lives).
Fuck you at noon, when you scarf down the styrofoam-cradled lettuce that won't give you salmonella thanks to an inspector who, despite too many farms to check, just happened to order the salad you're eating be double-tested due to the river of shit water on the farm next door.
Fuck you at 2, when the worker reno-ing the office next door just happened to read the label on the ramset he was about to use to attach a piece of concrete board to a metal stud with a 22 caliber load aimed at your head.
Oh, I forgot. Fuck you at 3. School bus driver again.
Fuck you at 4, when the water used to brew your afternoon desperation cup of coffee proved free of brain-destroying amoeba.
Fuck you at 5, when the nice cop let you get out of the parking lot, holding up traffic when the light had gone out.
Fuck you at 6, when the federally-inspected train full of corrosives didn't derail next to the freeway on the drive home.
Fuck you at 7, when the cops caught the weird dude who was stalking girls your daughter's age window-peeping in the cul-de-sac 'round the way.
Fuck you at 9, when the FAA successfully guided the plane over your house.
Fuck you at 11, when the FCC prevented your adolescent son from hearing someone say, "Fuck you."
Fuck you all night long, as men an women smarter and braver and more caring than you keep watch over your ignorant, FOX-educated carcass in sleep.
Update: Surprised nobody posted this. Now unrec this thing and bring up something of substance.