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From Jim Goad, America's greatest living writer:

"Explain again my innate fiduciary obligation to feed, clothe, and attempt to educate every squalling embryo shat out by every dysgenic, irresponsible slattern from coast to coast, will you? It wasn't MY decision for you to pop out that screaming sack of doom as if you were squeezing blood from a zit. If it were up to me, government agents would be tagging people like you and KILLING them, not SUBSIDIZING further generations of drooling, meth-addled primates.

I stand there in the supermarket checkout as the saggy-armpitted welfare whore whips out her Oregon Trail Card—paid for with MY sweat—to feed the dogpile of brainless Mongoloid pups squirming around her cart.

Why am I obligated to her? WHY? I never asked HER for anything! Why is it my American birthright to be financially chained to her bad genes and horrid decisions?

What has the government ever provided for ME besides a prison cell?"

:::::: � JIM GOAD � ::::::

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