Beware what you hopey-dopey for ...

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“Are you sure you young folks will be able to pay off this massive Mount Spendmore of multi-trillion-dollar debts we’ve piled up on you?

"Yes, we can!"

We thought you’d say that! God bless the youth of America! We of the Greatest Generation, the Boomers, and Generation X salute you, the plucky members of the Brokest Generation, the Gloomers, and Generation Y, as in "Why the hell did you old coots do this to us?"

Because, as politicians like to say, it’s about "the future of all our children." And the future of all our children is that they’ll be paying off the past of all their grandparents. At 12 percent of GDP, this year’s deficit is the highest since the Second World War, and prioritizes not economic vitality but massive expansion of government. But hey, it’s not our problem. As Lord Keynes observed, "In the long run we’re all dead." Well, most of us will be. But not you youngsters, not for a while. So we’ve figured it out: You’re the ultimate credit market, and the rest of us are all pre-approved!"
 — Mark Steyn

 h/t Theo
So, after "standing around behind Barack Obama at all those campaign rallies helping him look dynamic and telegenic and earnestly chanting hopey-hopey-changey-changey", how's that hokey-pokey hopey-dopey working for you? Looking forward to your future?

You can continue to blame all your woes on George Bush, but it's not even Obama's fault. It's all on you, those of you who: abrogated personal accountability; suspended your sense of reality; stoked your Bush Derangement Syndrome; allowed Holyshitwood to become your spokesmen; ignored history (or didn't bother to consult it); sacrificed common sense at the altar of ignorance; and partied to the tune of a $500M ad campaign.

Party on, dude, because when the party's over, it's over for-evah. The people deserve the government they elect, so beware what you hopey-dopey for; you might just get it; in spades. Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain; he's from the government, and he's here to help you; sucka. You broke it; you own it. Peace out.

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