If you kids don’t eat all your peas, then you won’t be getting dessert.
Joe Biden on Friday once again told Americans to cower in fear and wear masks in order to be able to have barbecues and enjoy the 4th of July.
“If the American people continue to do their part — mask up, practice social distancing, we can have a more normal July 4th.”
Yeah, get bent, Gropey. It’s not at all likely that I’ll be doing anything special for Independence Day anywhow, for reasons having nothing whatever to do with showing obedience to edicts issued by your handlers. To quote a fine American whose jockstrap you are not fit to lick clean: I will not comply, and you can go fuck yourself.
This isn’t the first time Joe Biden has told Americans how we can spend the 4th of July.
Last month Biden told Americans if we “do our part” we can have barbecues and spend time with family and friends on July 4th.
“If we do our part… by July 4, there’s a good chance you, your families, and friends will be able to get together in your backyard or in your neighborhood and have a cookout or a barbecue and celebrate Independence Day… Small groups will be able to get together,” said Biden.
But then Biden threatened to take it all away if “we don’t stay vigilant.”
“If we don’t stay vigilant and the conditions change, then we may have to reinstate restrictions to get back on track,” Biden said.
Reinstate anything you please, you scrofulous lackwit. I’ll go right on defying you and your precious “restrictions”—just as I’ve done all along, and always will do. You are not my Daddy, you are not my master, and you are CERTAINLY not my President. You are merely the fraudulently-installed figurehead of an illegitimate government, no more. As such, you enjoy no rightful claim to my allegiance, my compliance, or my respect. I will oppose, hinder, and resist you in every fashion I can conceive until my dying breath, then continue to denounce you, your minions, and all their works from the very grave. You may imprison me; you may banish me; you may ruin me financially, socially, even bodily. Only know this: you will never, ever break me. Melville probably put it best:
To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee; For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.
Sentiment vigorously endorsed, with every fiber of my being. BFYTW.