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Every four years on Halloween the Great People's Cube rises up out of the scariest graveyard. All night he flies through the air across the whole country looking for people that vote Republican.And when the Great People's Cube finds people that vote Republican... he kills them all! And they never vote republican again because they're all dead. Gosh darn it. Nothing else is working. Nevermore. Obama nevermore. Oh hush you...

Don't forget: Today's dead republicans are tomorrow's necro-democrats.

Beware the walking voting dead

Just a few years ago I was making Halloween jokes about how scary it was that the deficit had reached $11 trillion. Now it's at $16 trillion. Ah, to return to the good old days when the national debt was only $11 trillion... And I'm going to be paying off this sh*t.

Ahhhh, Comrade Margaret! A splendid tale, and currently true™ I might add!

And as Bear With Shovel said, "Today's dead republicans are tomorrow's necro-democrats!"

Finally, dear Comrade Vrag - not to worry, when Dear Leader is re-elected he will cancel all the national debt. Of course, he will still need to raise taxes - SOMEbody's got to pay for FLATUS's endless vacations and lobster!

Oh Margaret, don't be silly, you know what we say.... " Two in the hand is better than one in the Borscht."

What about those of us who vote Democrat? Will The Great People's Cube lavish us with lots of free stuff?

I just think if the Republicans get something from The Great People's Cube, then Democrats should get something, too--namely, lots of free stuff!

It's only fair.

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:What about those of us who vote Democrat? Will The Great People's Cube lavish us with lots of free stuff?

Pinkie,

The democrats have heard your whine concerns and have responded accordingly by giving you a FREE $16TRILLION DEFICIT. Spend it wisely, and most importantly, have fun while you do so .

Nothing could be scarier than running into Helen Thomas in a dark alley on Halloween!

Obama's Socialist Halloween In Action!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=p ... HNBr3PZQaE

What a delightful video of the Children™ "getting it" showing the virtues of wealth redistribution.

I have devised my own Halloween treat for the little monsters by putting this sign by my doorbell.

It reads: ACHTUNG! By decree and edict of the First Horse MOO-chelle O'bama, it has been declared that sugary sweets and candy is VERBOTEN! Such items are not considered nourishment, or healthy, and WILL NOT be distributed here! Hail O'bama!"

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:What about those of us who vote Democrat? Will The Great People's Cube lavish us with lots of free stuff?

I just think if the Republicans get something from The Great People's Cube, then Democrats should get something, too--namely, lots of free stuff!

It's only fair.

Please be patient Commissarka, as you may be aware our Halloween is on Nov. 6 this year. After that then we get all the free stuff we want. This is of course a "legacy" poster, but I recycle every Halloween election day, it's the green thing to do.

Red Menace wrote:Nothing could be scarier than running into Helen Thomas in a dark alley on Halloween!

Helen-Thomas-Evil.jpg

Well almost nothing could be scarier ... from my gallery of Progressive horrors ...

Ah, Margaret. Your last cartoon has inspired me to recite the timeless classic by Edgar Allen Poe (He didn't write that).

Warning: Contains themes of a Rethuglikkkan Kapitalist nature. May not be suitable for younger progs:

The Craven
By Edgar Poe Rand (son of Ayn)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a free birth control request from grad school whores,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some campaign volunter,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November,
And each food stamp and coupon was spread upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From the classifieds surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the coal ore -
For the well-paying job I once had in Ohio mining ore -
Moratoria here for evermore.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I have a Romney/Ryan sign in my lawn and your spiel will be a yawn,
And I doubt I can survive another year -let alone four
So I scarcely need to hear you - here I opened wide the door; -
A chair there, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
It may be an Obama youth who can't figure out a door; -
Looking to loot my home, nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately craven bureaucrat of Stalinist yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched before my chamber door -
Perched upon a chair too small for his bloated posterior just before my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this corpulent government employee beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be bald not shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no raven.
Ghastly grim important Czar sent from cabinet appointment -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the White House cabinet floor!'
Quoth the craven, ‘Gimme more.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Programmed by progressive master whom unmerciful disaster
taxed fast and spent faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Gimme, gimme more.'

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by tiny Pelosis whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `The One hath lent thee - by these botox imps he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy taxing of me more!
The moratorium on mining precludes me earning from the ore!'
Quoth the craven, ‘Gimme more.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, friend or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the IRS and the White House cabinet floor!
Leave no gaseous fume as a token of that greed thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my food stamps unbroken! – you busted the chair before my door!
Take my boot into thy arse, and take thy fat arse out my door!'
Quoth the craven, `Gimme more.'

And the craven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the busted wicker chair just before my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Is what he means by – “Gimme more!”

You think Halloween is scary ? Just wait 'till next Tuesday ! ( as it were )

Sent to us by Comrade Boyd