Millionaire A$$holes
A gaggle of self-described patriotic millionaires are petitioning the government to raise taxes on all millionaires. Among these addle-pated high net worth individuals are well known hipster Moby and hippie Jerry Cohen (of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream fame).
Moby and Jerry should shut the heck up. Spend your own money any damned way you want. Just don’t assume you know better than someone else how to spend his money. If ‘Puter were a millionaire, he’d kick your rear ends. Heck, ‘Puter still may kick their rear ends because he hopes to be a millionaire someday soon.
In fact, ‘Puter says to Messrs. Moby and Cohen, you first. There’s nothing preventing Moby, Jerry, Senator John Kerry (D-MA)(who wants to raise your taxes, but won’t pay the optional higher tax rate in Massachusetts) or the newly execrable Warren Buffett from opening up their check books and writing out a blank check to the United States Treasury. If it makes you feel better, go ahead and do it.
Arrogant, self-righteous, elitist jerks.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.