“As a matter of fact, if you want to sit by the dock of the bay stuffing your face with beef-tallow-soaked fast-food French fries, washing them down with a carbonated beverage just chock-full of HFCS while taking the edge off with an unfiltered cigarette delivered by an illegal alien after it was manufactured in a Cuban factory and subsequently soaked in crystal methamphetamine, I could not care less.”

Ramen! Evangelicals, out of my bedroom. DHS, off my phone line. State, step away from my lunch menu.  If some dumbass wants to kill himself with meth, let him, just don’t make me pay for his medical bills and rehab. Isn’t this supposed to be the land of the free?