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I have graphic work to create…but…I keep watching and listening to what’s going on in our country and the same thought reoccurs to me and I have to say…it angers me…no…check that…it enrages me.



We…meaning the United States of Amerika (please notice the “k”) have gone way beyond the tyranny The Revolutionary War was fought to rid itself of. We…now meaning the people of The United States of Amerika…were freer under old English rule…that…is a sad…sad…fact.



Do you think about it Lefties…or…is your own inflated egos all you think about? Obama…Pelosi…Bawny Fwank…and all the rest of you…do you think about all the people…young…old…male…female…that gave up their lives to give you the freedoms you now so carelessly throw away? Hundreds of thousands of futures they sacrificed…the ultimate sacrifice…gave up ever having a family…children…knowing love…closeness…enjoying all the great offerings of life…gave them all up so we could have Liberty and Freedom. Do you ever think about it? Really think about the dying and blood that forged this country? The horrible deaths…lonely deaths…they must be rolling over in their graves.



You crap on their deaths Lefties…you render them meaningless…hundreds of thousands…meaningless.

Michael Lewis Haley passed away February 23, 2012 after a bizarre masturbation mishap…apparently one can do more than go blind…he was 55. Mr. Haley was a brilliantly confused fellow, enduring a head full of bad wiring coupled with a soul full of heart ache, all tempered by a life time of experience. He was a paradox…one minute being heart crushingly humble…then the next…annoyingly arrogant. He was pessimistically optimistic…he was an angel and he was a demon. He knew the sweet taste of victory and bitter taste of defeat. He had a mammoth sense of humor that sustained him through life’s trials and tribulations. One wouldn’t find him sporting a Speedo and laying on a beach…he detested the sun and I’m sure if he could be here right now…he’d give…a hearty…~scowl~. Michael Lewis Haley was a creator…art…music…writing…he dabbled in them all. Other than his son they were the only pursuits he considered important and the only pursuits that offered him peace. He now goes to be with his daughter…Cheryl Kay Haley…and his furry daughter…Fu-Miss-Chu. He is survived by his son Dustin Michael Haley and his alter ego Mr. Thaddeus Tu (vampire) and said Tu’s inner child…Michael.







Michael…”THADDEUS?! AH HA HA HAAA THADDEUS? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING NAME IS THAT?



Mr. Tu…”Shut up retard”.



Michael…”Ya think anyone’s gonna miss him?”.



Mr. Tu…”Who? The Professor?”.



Michael…”Yeah…Thaaaadeussss…the Professor!”



Mr. Tu…”I am warning you Michael…you will address me as ~Mr. Tu~ or there will be no more JC Penny catalog brazier ads for you to view…ever…do you understand? *raises an eyebrow*”.



Michael…”YES MR. TU!”



Mr. Tu…”Now…as to your question…no…I cannot imagine any reason for the Professor to be missed…he was becoming a bumbling old fool.”.



Michael…”Yeah…he was getting’ a little shaky.”.



Mr. Tu…”He was quickly becoming an embarrassment…delusional.”.



Michael…”I wonder what it’s like to get old…it must be awful.”.



Mr. Tu…”I cannot imagine my little demon…did you take notice of his thinning hair?”.



Michael…”OMG MR. TU! He was getting a bald spot…a fucking BALD SPOT!”.



Mr. Tu…”Yes…I did not have the heart to tell him…he had so little to live for as it was.”.



Michael…”Yeah…he was just slowing us down huh Mr. Tu.”



Mr. Tu…”Most definitely…remember how we would have to limp around with him when he would sprain his big toe?”.



Michael…”GOD…I HATED THAT!”.



Mr. Tu…”As did I Michael…as did I.”.



Michael…”Look at me now Mr. Tu! *Michael stomps around the room lewdly gyrating his hips* Ya can’t do that with a sprained big toe! *Stomps and gyrates faster*”.



Mr. Tu…”No…one could not…God…you appear an idiot…please stop.”.



Michael…”Mr. Tu?”



Mr. Tu…”Yes Michael?”



Michael…”Are we gonna get old and die?”



Mr. Tu…”No Michael…we will never get old and we will never die.”.



Michael…”Will we get a bald spot?”



Mr. Tu…”No Michael…we will never sport a bald spot…we are much better off without him.”.



The Professor…”…*Lightly touching the back of his head*…KNOCK IT OFF YOU GUYS!”.



Mr. Tu…”YES SIR!”.



Michael…”YES SIR!”.