National Bums Club Story Cards

The Smokin' Frog Conservative T-Shirts has just put out NEW Story Cards. Conservatives (and anyone with a sense of humor) will enjoy our take on our current predicament. More will be added regularly so check back often.
Inside the National Bums Club Story Cards you'll find a solution to our national infestation of Bums. You can't get rid of these Bums once they've moved in. But they do seem to be vulnerable to tea. Funny.
You can also get National Bums Club Postcards.


WHAT IS A BUM?

bum n. 1. person, after being elected to office, exhibit severe psychosis involving delusions of grandeur.
2. person with no particular purpose but has chosen to squat on public property as if they owned it.

Let’s face it, who doesn’t want to be a Bum.
Bums have all of the power and who doesn’t want power? Right? Right.
We all want power. But of course, the down side is that sometimes there is a call to throw all the Bums out, but generally speaking, that has never happened in the past. So despite their periodic bad reputation, everyone wants to be a Bum.
Let’s look at the facts. One minute you could be a struggling attorney, suing the pants off of a real or fabricated enemy, or, teaching other struggling-soon-to-be-attorneys, how all of the pants in the world should belong to them. Then by happenstance, you find yourself to be a Bum. Now, the same people that lost their pants to you and don’t particularly like running around with their fannies exposed for all the world to see, pay you to continue to take them to the cleaners. They have plenty of reasons to want to dispose of you, but the fact of the matter is, you are now a Bum. Apparently Bums bring out the strangest behavior in their constituents. Bums tell their bottomless constituents how they will fight for them now, since they have no pants. This is always well received. But let’s face it, if you’re standing around, basically flashing the world, you would receive anything well, even if it’s from the same Bums that took your pants in the first place.
Yes sir, “They’re the BUMS of America and they’re on our side!”
Well, oh crap! We’re screwed.
Or are we?
Not anymore. Not after a refreshing cup of tea.
It’s a new day, they’re our pants, and we want them back.
So if the Bums don’t go away willingly we’ll just have to...
Throw the Bums Out!