Strike The Root Blog

Joe the Plumber has had enough:

Some jackboots try a more folksy approach….

….to keep tyranny from becoming tiresome:

Three smiling gangsters:

Wall Street’s new rallying cry- “Ain’t too proud to beg:”

Babbling Bobbleheads:

Lined up for the firing squad? Not yet, but be patient:

Is JoMac headin’ for a fall?

B.O. collars a female to draft:

Cheney gets fixed up at a special hospital:

Some folks out there have a clue:

Even busy tyrant wanna-be’s take the time for a booty call:

Despite the shepherd’s record of failure, there’s still plenty of sheep to shear in Your America….

….Watch the Free Lunch Crowd sidle up to the always giving Federal teat:

What I would rather do than vote:

The Gang(sters) of Eight practice digging graves (The Erect One doesn’t need any practice)….

….while Sar-krazy points out room for more:

Rapidly deployed goons. Yea, I like this idea:

Killing for the state can be stressful:

Entrepreneurship knows no limits:

B.O.-bama is happy that the family jewels are safe- for now:

Global warming “science” gets even goofier:

Since wedding parties are confirmed legitimate targets for US Crusaders, can foosball games be next on the list?

Whoop-dee-doo. The people are plundered to give us panoramic pics of dirt. Listen to the sheeple ooh and ahh. Ain’t Amurrica great?

Costumes, as are uniforms, are for clowns:

Bomb Them! They Photoshopped a Missile!

JoMac smiles about killing Iranians and his upcoming meeting with good buddies:

A “lifeguard” gazing into the fog- kind of like the US military on 9/11….

….But rest easy, there’s always a doofus on patrol:

The Regime insists on playing with lightning:

Johnny Law shows off his newest toy- proudly stolen from a productive businessman:

Ever get that “boxed in” feeling?……

…….surrounded on all sides by hostile forces……

….yet sometimes fate allows you to turn the tables:

How appropriate- A Yankee War Rag filled with hot air:

How to protect your home from being foreclosed:

US Crusaders dine on freedom fries in a free, democratic Iraq. Support The Troops!:

Boobus americanus finds a cleaner alternative to keeping his head in the sand:

The Master gives more trinkets to the maimed….

….while breaking ground on a new location to warehouse the disfigured:

Extreme yard art for the extreme nationalist:

JoMac turns to head massage to relieve his confusion……

….about how 1200+ lost souls have not yet tired of killing:

You might as well relax as you watch your stolen, hard earned dollars blasted into oblivion:

The Anointed One submits to numerical defeat so,…..

……it’s time to turn to Plan B….

……and to make some arrangements:

Just a fist bump for the wife……

….but hugs all around for the masses:

Aquatic redundancy:

Helicopter Ben turns to a different type of aircraft to carry out the Fed’s monetary policy:

Home sellers are getting desparate:

Lady Laura plays “catapault the propaganda” with the Afghans:

Recruitment starts early in life:

Always a refreshing sight- youths challenging the state:

The Emperor meets with a believer:

He’s back! No doubt, to “assist” those returning from Iraq:

A reasonable alternative to war:

Where’s Daddy? Perhaps, here……….

Will the Empire drown in its debt?

Slick just can’t get enough attention:

Whoa- Big surprise! Social Security is broke!

The Emperor reminds all to be good, obedient tax slaves:

Crusaders-to-be get some practice killin’ Hadjis:

Guess who got the raw deal in this exchange? The life of a loved one is exchanged for arms full pretty rags and a hand full of trinkets:

Warming wackos freak out over a crack in the ice:

So?

Obama supporters are ecstatic to be promised heaven on earth:

An appropriate way to pay taxes:

El Diablo’s earth-bound warriors sing praises to Lucifer:

The Exalted One gets the red carpet treatment- or is that the sea of blood he has produced:

A Dallas police officer was killed on his motorcycle as he helped escort Her Highness to a rally.

Officer Victor Lozada , who had spent 20 years bullying people, apparently thought he could do the same with a concrete railing- and lost. Physics always wins out. Perhaps he mistook the railing for a kid with a skate board.

No doubt he’ll be eulogized as one who died “serving his community.” The Anointed One has already made the cliché statement: “This reminds us once again of what our men and women in law enforcement do every single day, and it is important that we respect and appreciate their service.”

Monkey manure.

Does anyone else find it annoying how these gorillas on motorcycles tear down the street, literally plowing the commoner traffic out of the way- just so some political gangster can move, unhindered, by the nuisance of traffic and stop lights?

Does anyone else then find it ironic that this particular political gangster is rushing to make a speech on how she will work tirelessly to protect and improve the lives of the same common man?

The young and clueless look to B.O. for change. Is he the Black Kennedy? Is the claim of “change” a Zbig lie?

Government produces NOTHING, except poverty, inflation……..and grieving mothers:

The State never sleeps- except when it’s on duty:

Make yourself at home. What are the odds these clucks were invited?

Ain’t too proud to beg. The Temps are tarnished by association:

Watch the slave choose between Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-Dumber. Which makes a better master?

How you’ll be commuting to work if the warming wackos have their way:

Bad news for the Hell Bitch. What was meant to be appears to be in danger of not happenin’.  In the weeks ahead, watch the corporate media work overtime to rescue the anointed one.

Jo-Mac is feeling anxious and Rush-ed- there’s more killin’ to be done:

Time to escape the FEMA fumes. Just another reason why this agency stinks to high heaven:

The Dry Drunk Decider vents his rage toward indifferent children:

This whole business of shooting down an “ill-fated” spy satellite has had me suspicious from the beginning- and the Russians seem to agree.

I would not be surprised if this “rogue” satellite was nothing but a piece of junk metal to begin with, sent into space to do exactly what it is doing now- threatening to fall into the earth’s atmosphere and contaminate the earth with its supposed “toxic fuel.”

What a great opportunity this is to show those Ruskies (and whatever state or non-state entity who doesn’t bow to the American Empire) exactly what can happen to their satellites and spacecraft if Leviathan is perturbed. The military is always anxious to find something new to blow up and destroy with their latest play things, provided courtesy of the American tax slave.  Success will mean increased funding and jobs galore for the military industrial complex. Failure will also mean increased funding and jobs galore for the military industrial complex (the only reason the State fails is because lack of funding).

Wouldn’t it be wickedly humorous (and admittedly, sad) if the missile blew that worthless floating beer can out of the sky, instead?

Than the government gangsters could honor the dead space cadets by closing down NASA and leaving space to worthy, peaceful people and pursuits.

Showing pics of the kids- back home and safe. Too bad these young’ns are in the line of fire:

“It was a time of great exulting and excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and sputtering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun…..”

Grillin’ for Peace. There‘s no time for war when you‘re busy feedin‘ your face- or helping others to do the same:

Queen Hillary is all ears. Do you think she would listen to those who just want to be left alone?

The innate wisdom of a child. Voting booths are no place to be:

Kiddie Qaeda? Or just more US propaganda?

Talk about being taken to the cleaners!

With his war criminal credentials intact (and confirmed by the Vietnamese), Johnny Mac makes a large grab for the White House. More bloody glory for The Empire is assured!

There’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for anyone willing to prostitute themselves:

Once the Iraqi genocide is complete, nothing will remain but the lowly canine.

I waited in line today to pay my annual property taxes (I don’t trust these people, so I wanted a receipt). Texas has no state income tax, so localities make up for it with property taxes. My home is a nice place, but no mansion; it’s 4 bedrooms and 3450 square feet, appraised at somewhere in the low $400,000s. (Wanna buy? I’m selling it in a couple months to move back to Colorado.)

The tax rate is a little less than 3%, typical for most of the municipalities around here. We received some sort of homestead exemption, bringing down their take to about $9700. Ouch.

Standing in line, I noted an Hispanic woman in front of me pulling out cold cash. She flashed six $100 bills and some odds & ends. The clerk mentioned something about lot #46, so I surmised trailer park. Doing the math, that’s probably about right; she’s sitting on a perhaps $25,000 trailer lot somewhere. Taxes, of course, still due. Perhaps she’s wise to park in that trailer no matter what her income rises to. I’m now tempted to buy a double-wide myself.

Behind me, an elderly woman mentioned something about being on a fixed income. Her house continues to appraise in value. Lucky her–her tax bill, too, continues to rise. I had heard of elderly people being forced out of their homes in the past, homes in which they had lived most of their lives and had paid off. Apparently our heroes, the Politicians, have finally granted significant exemptions for seniors.

Another big obscenity I noted was the intolerance for late fees. Here, government is far worse than the supposedly greedy credit card companies. My payment is due January 31. If it’s one day late or 28 days late, I pay a whopping $700 late fee, over 7%. Each subsequent month tacks on an additional $400 or so of late fees. Maybe my math is wrong, but that’s close to 50% per year. I doubt even Guido of the syndicate charges so much juice on a loan. Nah, Guido just snaps your leg; much less painful.