Most Assuredly No, I Mean Yes, I Mean No

What is the truth but a hurdle between myself and my orange chicken? I often use the preceding question when beginning oral argument before a court of apples. Because most of the time, the truth is in the facts, but that is not where the obscurity lies. And I don't mean to make a liar of obscurity, but I will not sit back and watch this country be stolen block by block by roving gardeners, maids, and bus boys.

You see, immigration policy is a the hurdle between myself and my orange chicken and the MSG represents law enforcement who look the other way as quesadillas and camarones come crashing our border.

As a lobbyist (yes, Chillin Billin & Villain are registered K Street lobbyists), I represent Blackwater Intl., the mercenaries and Christian brethren. I am now in the throes of writing a largely persuasive case to congress about why the Second Amendment, not only courages, but by god, it demands that we defend our borders before aliens attempt to steal our manifest destiny-ness. You'll be grateful when your streets are crowded with armed militia-men who operate in as an extra (super) constitutional army.