the unreason for the season

it's so nice we have our priorities straight.  freedom bombs and corporate subsidies ain't cheap, and if we are gonna' bomb or occupy all the smelly dirt-people places where jesus hid our oil and shit, well, some old fucking geezers and poor (hopefully brown) children are just gonna have to freeze to death this winter--or, ya know, starve warmly; it's all good.  if those dumb shits wanted to be warm and well-fed, they shoulda been born white in cobb fucking county.