A Frothy Flagon O’ Fisk
Posted on | October 11, 2011 | 3 Comments
by Smitty
I have led DaveC over At The Point Of A Gun astray. He is now glancing at the Puffington Host, with Fisk-o-licious results. Some bozo-ette named JD Samson (shades of JT LeRoy):
Like so many teenagers, I believed in the “American Dream,” that I could move to New York from the Midwest and become an artist. I would achieve both fame and success, and I would never have to think about money. The first half was true. I made art and lived activism, and I achieved amazing amounts of success that I feel incredibly proud of. The second half, not so much. I have been able to live well, eat well, invest in my arts and make my own schedule, but I forgot to save money and think about my future.Bingo. One would think that she would have ended it right here with an epiphany of being responsible for yourself and self determination. But then liberalism is a mental disorder so it would be dangerous to assume that her comprehension skills are normal.
RTWT, as DaveC delivers an Ol’ Woodshed Sojurn (#OWS) to Samson like the Samsonite leftovers of an ObamaVille near you.

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