Let them have grass

You ever wonder why in the whole universe aliens would come here? Or why they don’t just cut all school funding at once? You know that they’re going to, just try to do it. So, I say strap on some balls and cut the fat. Mr. Bush you, cut fat Billy and pregnant Jane. You stab those poor bastards in their learned hearts. And they will grow up to be poor little drug dealers, whores, and/or Michael Jackson’s next interest or even worst, Texans!

Back to the aliens, maybe it’s a grass is greener thing. With all the fatality and reiterated war in deserts, the grass is on touch. Give these poor aliens some grass and send them flying. It's all I ask.

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