LIBERALS usually embrace freedom of choice in personal
matters, but tend to support significant government control of the
economy. They generally support a government-funded "safety net"
to help the disadvantaged, and advocate strict regulation
to help the disadvantaged, and advocate strict regulation
of business. Liberals tend to favor environmental regulations,
defend civil liberties and free expression, support government action
to promote equality, and tolerate diverse lifestyles.
This is a great test to see where you are on the political spectrum. I never do this shit, but this seemed worthwhile. I am happy to say I AM a liberal. Here is what they have to say about that... most everything on this page is taken from their site, obviously.... don't mean to steal anyone's thunder. Quite a few have taken this test.... Happy Easter out there.
The fucking easter bunny, whose arrival once meant so much to me, has once again failed to show. He was great when I was a kid. Then, as has been reported here at the Elves Attic many times, he fell into a fast crowd, started dissing Jesus, saying he was the 'real star' of the Holiday. People got sick of his drugged out coke and rum rants... he lost his manners. Hell, it got so he got a kick out of hiding eggs places where they would intentionally not be found for years... people were finding melted clumps of chocolate in the oddest places, corners of the basement... once he even hid some eggs in the cat litter, killing a family dog that went in for a treat. When he found out, he was just like, "Hey, Jesus gets to die and be resurrected and all that crap he claims... I was around, saw how it really came down, but can't talk about that... no, he'll sick his Daddy on me. Smite me. The dude's a wrathful bastard, man. Took away my balls for a week over killing that dog. Never told me I was getting em back. I thought they were just gone. To a Rabbit, humping is to you humans like... smoking, crack maybe. Though it's healthy. Most rabbits are healthier than humans. They don't have to deal with you like I do, or they'd be drinking their way through liver number seven, too."
Yes, I really thought this year he was coming. He called last week from Tennessee, saying he needed 'bus fare' to get to his egg stash. This happens every year. He sounds a lot like my Dad, but I know that is just me... this has been happening to me over and over again throughout my life. Even Santa, that bastard, quit on me... and occasionally borrows money, reminds me of my childhood gifts, how nice he was when he was up... he cries, says the elves are so hungry they are eating the reindeer again. Which of course limits what Santa refers to as his private harem to those of us who know why his cheeks are so red -- dude drinks pure grain alcohol. Shots of it. Sips of it. Shakes his head like a horse afterwards, his eyes roll back in his head... the elves have to stay close to him in case he falls. He insists they break his falls, and will beat them mercilessly if they don't. He has that reindeer whip, and he kind of likes to use it on the Elves too much. If Mrs. Santa wasn't so obviously turned on by the sight (her hands go up under that dress and you can see her rubbing away like... I don't know, someone rubbing their nub toward a leaky blast or two, or nine... she can go all day with this special lotion she has. I know, because i got wasted once -- ate the damn christmas cookies the elves chow on the night Santa is out, which they lace with weed, acid, shrooms... and damn, they can bake. They taste so good going down, and you get a huge one, plate size... which helps with the munchies, and is so much you can barely get it down, which is something the elves devised after losing a lot of their brethren to OD on the one night of the year they are free of their slave master.
A lot of people don't know it, but elves are the last of the original people of the world. Santa, and alien fugitive from a prison planet, which he broke out of by flooding and killing everyone in his under ocean prison, just to secure his out. One cold bastard, he is. But, he does like to give these gifts to the kids... people don't know that magic dust puts people to sleep, especially hot women... and he is not above a little hanky panky. A lot of women get weird, fat children who are obvious serial killers and shit nine months after Christmas. He knows he shouldn't be breeding with humans, and is faithful the rest of the year to his wife, also an immortal alien... and the real pervert. She pulls a big train for the elves and the reindeers who weren't chosen, which she claims to do to cheer them up, but the elves, with their three inch dicks, know it is the twelve inchers on the reindeer that get them invited to the party. They all have fun. The elves, for that one night, forget that their dicks are too small for the humans who replaced them. They are all males. Another trick Santa played on them when he took them captive. He didn't want them having kids, because the pregnancies would get in the way of production.
Yea, kind of Ironic that Santa thinks he is getting his one big night out, when it is wife who gets the most pud ploddling of the season.
What does this have to do with the Easter bunny? Well, it speaks to the dark truths behind our myths. I mean, not all cultures even have a Santa, which is why he can pull off the 'going around the world in a night,' thing. He hardly visits everyone. Like I said, presents stopped here... but I guess I pissed him off. I wrote one year that a general manager in charge of Mid West toy distribution at the Kmart in Muncie, Indiana had hired some bikers to take out Santa once and for all. Described the slaughter of the elves, and how they turned out to be all women, and Santa was some kind of radical polygamist that included marrying the male and female reindeers. Well, none of this turned out to be true. Pure stoned speculation on the part of my now 'anonymous source,' who is not me, no matter how M. claims my anonymous sources are always just me pretending someone else thinks this same none sense. Why I ever tell that women any of my ideas?
Yea, and don't get me started on the Manatee's who are supposed to bring Waffles on May 18th. A tradition I tried to start, even drove down Florida and took a boat out, a microphone, and told these Manatees my plan. I explained to them that this was the only way we were going to let their species live.. which is a lie, we will actually only let them live if they thrive in the zoos of the future, where we will jail them after we have destroyed their environment. Not that I brought that I up... or maybe I did. I was pretty drunk, or I probably would not have spent the rent money on this trip... total waste of time, as i should have known, because manatees are fucking Lazy. Everyone thinks it, and, well, there... I wrote it. Their only hope, more than likely, is I go on a bender, get back down to Florida, and preach them into changing their minds. Though I have to say, from the looks on their curious faces as they watched me lecture (I had of course brought treats to draw them near the boat, and while M. seems to think this is the only reason they gathered, I assure you, they understood every damn word I said), that they perhaps had accepted their fates already, made peace with their Gods. I tried to tell them Rail, Rail against the good night. But I was too drunk to remember that, I think... the fucking park rangers, on the complaint, seemed to think I was 'babbling incoherently' when they busted me for being in a row boat drunk. Hell, if I knew that was a crime. I am always ending up coming out of a black out in a row boat. Once it was downtown on Michigan Avenue. I woke up hung over and already swigging a bottle to get my buzz on, stood up buck naked and notice it was t height of Rush Hour and hundreds of people were walking by. I used that occasion to preach about another issue that bothered me at the time which I got over when I forgot about it. Though I remember being quite elegant, again, on the complaint, and according to the judge and like ten witnesses, I was 'babbling incoherently.' That M., I have to say, at least she doesn't act all surprised when she has to bail me out... she kind of asks if anyone besides I was hurt. When I tell her no one, not even I, she usually kicks me hard in the balls, then as I curl up moaning on the floor, other kicks follow. She does this right at the cop station, for their amusement pretty much. Also, I have some ethics, and would never hit her back. God, does she use this to her advantage. Knowing I could kick her ass is little compensation for having to take her blows until her furry dies down, or I get a chance to run. And no, I am not afraid, and yes, I have an over active bladder, and that is why I often wet myself in these situations. I still hate the papers for calling me Pee Pee Pants. What kind of name is that for someone who was arrested for boating in an illegal zone, public indecency, and all the other 26 indictments.
I was lucky to have a good record of going to psych wards, or they would have put me in jail. As it was, I had to do time drawing, weaving rugs, banging crazy chicks, dropping heavy duty downers and smoking all the weed I could get away with. Some Hells Angels brought in acid and were liberal in giving it away.. Nice. Anyways....
This is not all some crazy conspiracy. I would have sound evidence of all this... if I kept better files. Simple filing mistake. So go ahead and don't believe in the Easter Bunny and Santa, it makes it easier for them the bunny to spend his time drunk humping and Santa can pursue his s and m thing with the misses and the elves and the raindeer... but I say, those bastards made a promise, to the Masons, that in return for immortality and a license to kil and basically get out of jail for anything card (Santa traded alien technology, and the Bunny is originally from Underground Mars, of course... I mean, how the fuck many five foot two rabbits who live like Charles Bukowski with the art or any sense of decency, doe you see walking around? The easter bunny thing makes no sense unless put in the Alien perspective. Same with Santa.
Live and let live...but Santa, you coke head bastard (ain't so fat anymore after the magic dust started becoming a year around treat, eh? Still wearing that fat sut?), if you come across these words, let me say this... YOU KNOW THERE IS A LOT MORE I COULD SAY YOU FAT BASTARD AND UNLESS I GET SOME GREAT PRESENTS NEXT YEAR, I AM GOING TO BE TELLING ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN WHO CHENEY'S REAL FATHER IS.... you wouldn't like that, would you, you evil elf fucker.''
Uh, sorry about the rant. Just feeling like I need more Chocolate in my life.... Easter and all. Though both of us are trying to lose weight. Here is what the test says a liberal is about, and it gets me well. A lot of Marxist types hate the left, but I think shunning natural allies is a campaign killer personally. What do i know about Marxism? Very little, which is a hell of a lot more than most.
The fucking easter bunny, whose arrival once meant so much to me, has once again failed to show. He was great when I was a kid. Then, as has been reported here at the Elves Attic many times, he fell into a fast crowd, started dissing Jesus, saying he was the 'real star' of the Holiday. People got sick of his drugged out coke and rum rants... he lost his manners. Hell, it got so he got a kick out of hiding eggs places where they would intentionally not be found for years... people were finding melted clumps of chocolate in the oddest places, corners of the basement... once he even hid some eggs in the cat litter, killing a family dog that went in for a treat. When he found out, he was just like, "Hey, Jesus gets to die and be resurrected and all that crap he claims... I was around, saw how it really came down, but can't talk about that... no, he'll sick his Daddy on me. Smite me. The dude's a wrathful bastard, man. Took away my balls for a week over killing that dog. Never told me I was getting em back. I thought they were just gone. To a Rabbit, humping is to you humans like... smoking, crack maybe. Though it's healthy. Most rabbits are healthier than humans. They don't have to deal with you like I do, or they'd be drinking their way through liver number seven, too."
Yes, I really thought this year he was coming. He called last week from Tennessee, saying he needed 'bus fare' to get to his egg stash. This happens every year. He sounds a lot like my Dad, but I know that is just me... this has been happening to me over and over again throughout my life. Even Santa, that bastard, quit on me... and occasionally borrows money, reminds me of my childhood gifts, how nice he was when he was up... he cries, says the elves are so hungry they are eating the reindeer again. Which of course limits what Santa refers to as his private harem to those of us who know why his cheeks are so red -- dude drinks pure grain alcohol. Shots of it. Sips of it. Shakes his head like a horse afterwards, his eyes roll back in his head... the elves have to stay close to him in case he falls. He insists they break his falls, and will beat them mercilessly if they don't. He has that reindeer whip, and he kind of likes to use it on the Elves too much. If Mrs. Santa wasn't so obviously turned on by the sight (her hands go up under that dress and you can see her rubbing away like... I don't know, someone rubbing their nub toward a leaky blast or two, or nine... she can go all day with this special lotion she has. I know, because i got wasted once -- ate the damn christmas cookies the elves chow on the night Santa is out, which they lace with weed, acid, shrooms... and damn, they can bake. They taste so good going down, and you get a huge one, plate size... which helps with the munchies, and is so much you can barely get it down, which is something the elves devised after losing a lot of their brethren to OD on the one night of the year they are free of their slave master.
A lot of people don't know it, but elves are the last of the original people of the world. Santa, and alien fugitive from a prison planet, which he broke out of by flooding and killing everyone in his under ocean prison, just to secure his out. One cold bastard, he is. But, he does like to give these gifts to the kids... people don't know that magic dust puts people to sleep, especially hot women... and he is not above a little hanky panky. A lot of women get weird, fat children who are obvious serial killers and shit nine months after Christmas. He knows he shouldn't be breeding with humans, and is faithful the rest of the year to his wife, also an immortal alien... and the real pervert. She pulls a big train for the elves and the reindeers who weren't chosen, which she claims to do to cheer them up, but the elves, with their three inch dicks, know it is the twelve inchers on the reindeer that get them invited to the party. They all have fun. The elves, for that one night, forget that their dicks are too small for the humans who replaced them. They are all males. Another trick Santa played on them when he took them captive. He didn't want them having kids, because the pregnancies would get in the way of production.
Yea, kind of Ironic that Santa thinks he is getting his one big night out, when it is wife who gets the most pud ploddling of the season.
What does this have to do with the Easter bunny? Well, it speaks to the dark truths behind our myths. I mean, not all cultures even have a Santa, which is why he can pull off the 'going around the world in a night,' thing. He hardly visits everyone. Like I said, presents stopped here... but I guess I pissed him off. I wrote one year that a general manager in charge of Mid West toy distribution at the Kmart in Muncie, Indiana had hired some bikers to take out Santa once and for all. Described the slaughter of the elves, and how they turned out to be all women, and Santa was some kind of radical polygamist that included marrying the male and female reindeers. Well, none of this turned out to be true. Pure stoned speculation on the part of my now 'anonymous source,' who is not me, no matter how M. claims my anonymous sources are always just me pretending someone else thinks this same none sense. Why I ever tell that women any of my ideas?
Yea, and don't get me started on the Manatee's who are supposed to bring Waffles on May 18th. A tradition I tried to start, even drove down Florida and took a boat out, a microphone, and told these Manatees my plan. I explained to them that this was the only way we were going to let their species live.. which is a lie, we will actually only let them live if they thrive in the zoos of the future, where we will jail them after we have destroyed their environment. Not that I brought that I up... or maybe I did. I was pretty drunk, or I probably would not have spent the rent money on this trip... total waste of time, as i should have known, because manatees are fucking Lazy. Everyone thinks it, and, well, there... I wrote it. Their only hope, more than likely, is I go on a bender, get back down to Florida, and preach them into changing their minds. Though I have to say, from the looks on their curious faces as they watched me lecture (I had of course brought treats to draw them near the boat, and while M. seems to think this is the only reason they gathered, I assure you, they understood every damn word I said), that they perhaps had accepted their fates already, made peace with their Gods. I tried to tell them Rail, Rail against the good night. But I was too drunk to remember that, I think... the fucking park rangers, on the complaint, seemed to think I was 'babbling incoherently' when they busted me for being in a row boat drunk. Hell, if I knew that was a crime. I am always ending up coming out of a black out in a row boat. Once it was downtown on Michigan Avenue. I woke up hung over and already swigging a bottle to get my buzz on, stood up buck naked and notice it was t height of Rush Hour and hundreds of people were walking by. I used that occasion to preach about another issue that bothered me at the time which I got over when I forgot about it. Though I remember being quite elegant, again, on the complaint, and according to the judge and like ten witnesses, I was 'babbling incoherently.' That M., I have to say, at least she doesn't act all surprised when she has to bail me out... she kind of asks if anyone besides I was hurt. When I tell her no one, not even I, she usually kicks me hard in the balls, then as I curl up moaning on the floor, other kicks follow. She does this right at the cop station, for their amusement pretty much. Also, I have some ethics, and would never hit her back. God, does she use this to her advantage. Knowing I could kick her ass is little compensation for having to take her blows until her furry dies down, or I get a chance to run. And no, I am not afraid, and yes, I have an over active bladder, and that is why I often wet myself in these situations. I still hate the papers for calling me Pee Pee Pants. What kind of name is that for someone who was arrested for boating in an illegal zone, public indecency, and all the other 26 indictments.
I was lucky to have a good record of going to psych wards, or they would have put me in jail. As it was, I had to do time drawing, weaving rugs, banging crazy chicks, dropping heavy duty downers and smoking all the weed I could get away with. Some Hells Angels brought in acid and were liberal in giving it away.. Nice. Anyways....
This is not all some crazy conspiracy. I would have sound evidence of all this... if I kept better files. Simple filing mistake. So go ahead and don't believe in the Easter Bunny and Santa, it makes it easier for them the bunny to spend his time drunk humping and Santa can pursue his s and m thing with the misses and the elves and the raindeer... but I say, those bastards made a promise, to the Masons, that in return for immortality and a license to kil and basically get out of jail for anything card (Santa traded alien technology, and the Bunny is originally from Underground Mars, of course... I mean, how the fuck many five foot two rabbits who live like Charles Bukowski with the art or any sense of decency, doe you see walking around? The easter bunny thing makes no sense unless put in the Alien perspective. Same with Santa.
Live and let live...but Santa, you coke head bastard (ain't so fat anymore after the magic dust started becoming a year around treat, eh? Still wearing that fat sut?), if you come across these words, let me say this... YOU KNOW THERE IS A LOT MORE I COULD SAY YOU FAT BASTARD AND UNLESS I GET SOME GREAT PRESENTS NEXT YEAR, I AM GOING TO BE TELLING ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN WHO CHENEY'S REAL FATHER IS.... you wouldn't like that, would you, you evil elf fucker.''
Uh, sorry about the rant. Just feeling like I need more Chocolate in my life.... Easter and all. Though both of us are trying to lose weight. Here is what the test says a liberal is about, and it gets me well. A lot of Marxist types hate the left, but I think shunning natural allies is a campaign killer personally. What do i know about Marxism? Very little, which is a hell of a lot more than most.
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14,940,200
14,940,200
.
THAT'S HOW MANY TIMES THE QUIZ
HAS BEEN TAKEN SO FAR SINCE 1995.
HAS BEEN TAKEN SO FAR SINCE 1995.
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Other Political Philosophies
Right (Conservative)
Conservatives tend to favor economic freedom, but frequently
support laws to restrict personal behavior that violates "traditional
values." They oppose excessive government control of business, while
values." They oppose excessive government control of business, while
endorsing government action to defend morality and the traditional
family structure. Conservatives usually support a strong military,
oppose bureaucracy and high taxes, favor a free-market economy,
and endorse strong law enforcement.
Libertarian
Libertarians support maximum liberty in both personal and
economic matters. They advocate a much smaller government; one
that is limited to protecting individuals from coercion and violence.
that is limited to protecting individuals from coercion and violence.
Libertarians tend to embrace individual responsibility, oppose
government bureaucracy and taxes, promote private charity, tolerate
diverse lifestyles, support the free market, and defend civil liberties.
Centrist
Centrists espouse a "middle ground" regarding government control
of the economy and personal behavior. Depending on the issue,
they sometimes favor government intervention and sometimes
support individual freedom of choice. Centrists pride themselves on
keeping an open mind, tend to oppose "political extremes," and
keeping an open mind, tend to oppose "political extremes," and
emphasize what they describe as "practical" solutions to problems.
Statist (Big Government)
Statists want government to have a great deal of power over the
Statists want government to have a great deal of power over the
economy and individual behavior. They frequently doubt whether
economic liberty and individual freedom are practical options in
today's world. Statists tend to distrust the free market, support
high taxes and centralized planning of the economy, oppose
diverse lifestyles, and question the importance of civil liberties.
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