I'm a 26 year old woman, married, live with

My husband caught me out from under the bed once ,almost five years ago, ergo my four year old son. I can't let that happen again

so I will put my four year old in the car, put the car in neutral and push it into the lake and then blame

whatever political party is in office at the time. My main concern is that this'll mean the loss of a dependent, and I might get bumped into a higher tax bracket with the insurance

. Lulled by the monotone statistics of bankruptcy and the impending health care crisis, I drifted into a pleasant sleep as the economists discussed the national debt.

Why worry when the problem was entirely out of the hands of me, the nonworking poor? Oh, I'd tried to find work after university, but to them my degree was "crap". The poor get bla

med and the rich do the blaming. So even though I had several advanced degrees I decided to spend my days beach combing and offending self-righteous jerks. My first task in my offe

nsive strategy was to single out the 700 Club - and in particular, Pat Robertson, for a powerhouse version of

Satan he was indeed. Imagine, fooling millions into sending money in to his so-called ministry, all the while sewing seeds of hatred & distrust. Yes, Pat Robertson would be perfect

after gaining some respect from the transgender community. With Satan and Pat on board, the evil plan was ready to be set into motion. Nothing can stop Dr Angry Pants now! Muhahaha