I'm pointing at you America, the guy at Starbucks with the snobby look on his face who thinks he's better than me because he got a college degree from some university where they teach far out commie ideas like evolution, unionizing in history, Michael Moore is a fatso who makes up lies about Fox News and our former president, and that global warming is happening as I write this column. I'm pointing at you America, the lady who jogs by the lakefront and practices unchristian beliefs like some new age idea that Buddha or whatever that golden slob statue is called, can help you find peace by meditating or being quiet and letting time pass while this lady focuses her breath and thoughts on peaceful ideas like Obama Bin Laden in the white house with his rich wife and their rich kids and their rich dog. I'm dedicating this fingerpointing issue to all the fingerpointers out there who really know how to violate physical space and get that index finger in the puss of every bleeding heart liberal that walks this fine land of ours. Bill O' Reilly, Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Hank "Hate Your Guts" Henderson, who watches the borderline in Texas just waiting to shoot one of them dirty foreigners like the minutemen who made this great nation of ours, those men who stand as a beacon for intolerance, and of course every teabagging Tugnutz supporter who reads this fine column of mine. I'm pointing my finger at you America, and you won't like it when my stubby finger is in your unpatriotic face. Now, I have to get back to mall security before my boss, Mr. Dingledink, sees me blowing off vital employer time on this computer and gives me a good tongue lashing, but tongue lashing is another column by another right wing friend of mine.
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