Jackasses spending my tax dollars at strip clubs when I don't make enough to enjoy them myself.

F'ing ingrates.  (See the sixth paragraph.)

Lying bastards.

Men of God who aren't.

Moonbats.

Lots of other things, I'm sure I'll think of more.

Update 9/16:

People who didn't listen to Scotty: “Fool me o­nce, shame o­n you…”

People who lie o­n camera to score political points.  Blatantly. Shamelessly.

People who lie about (and excuse) the liars.

Being next.  Ok, that doesn't p*ss me off as much as that scares the p*ss out of me.  I have a firm rule.  I don't get blown away by hurricanes, and that sucker will be Cat 2-4 when it arrives. Cat 1 is ok, but hey, Allison wasn't even a tropical storm anymore when she dropped 3 feet of rain o­n us.  A Cat 2 and I might risk staying.  A 3 and I'm outta here.

Democrats.

People who think talking solves everything.

Cindy.