RD Fic: "Therapy" - 3/9

(Continuation of a Red Dwarf fic - description, disclaimer, and the beginning is back here.

Now, on with more reading!


( It was only a few months after the 6000 was brought aboard that the last human was joined by another human from an alternate dimension. When introduced, Troi-7 recognized her name from Mr. Arnold's occasional rants and Mr. David's occasional sighs. )

the new preschool

The GOP in this country has turned into a bunch of fussy, whining, sulking douchebags who hold their breath when something isn't just what THEY personally want in their own lives (i.e., white mommy and daddy, 2.5 kids, girls in dresses, boys wanting to shoot guns in the military, working a nice boring job with no demands on employers for, you know, fair benefits and compensation because we all know what an honor it is serve the Corporate Master, after all), until a bunch of wimps - or just one big one - on the left give in and give them what they fucking well want.

You know who else does that? Six-year-olds. I say let them hold their breath until they pass out, and then maybe us progressives can do what we want and fix the utter shit this country has been plunged into with two fucking stupid illegal wars and NAFTA (I'm looking at you too, Bill).

Go ahead, GOP - keep defending the richest while you keep sinking into poverty with the rest of us. You know they sit back and laugh at how stupid you are - right? Keep giving up your rightful pay and benefits to their coffers, and your sons and daughters to enemy fire in unjustified wars.

I just wish you weren't pulling those of us with brains down with you. (Oh, and I'm disabling comments because for once, I'm going to pretend I'm a Republican and not give anyone who disagrees with me a chance to whine at me. Suck it up.)