The nerve of those assholes…
Have you ever spoken to a human being who works for them?
Of course not.
There are no people in the company, only bots, whatever the hell they are, that offer series of programmed questions which brings up another subset, and another, so on.
You get the picture
They run the world, but God forbid you have a question for them.
Google is the worst of us.
So that goofball Speaker McCarthy, the political eunuch, is going to meet with President Jojo to discuss the debt ceiling.
When my dog Murphy is done smelling his brother Bruiser’s ass, he can be made available to meet and discuss debt ceilings, too.
I wonder just exactly what would happen if Douchebag DeSantis goes one step too far in his pissing match with Mickey Mouse.
What if?
The global giant merely threatens to pull the plug on the whole operation and move its Florida properties to say, Georgia, or ANY OTHER STATE that would welcome one-hundred thousand new tax-paying citizens and over a billion dollars in state tax revenue?
My money is on the mouse.
The Florida governor, Trump wannabe would be through with politics, and politics would surely be through with him.
Someone named Amanda Holden is a story because she lost her bra. If you have seen her, you know it’s really not a big story at all.
Don’t mention Brittney Griner to me; I am still pissed at the gutless American administration for freeing a mass murderer in exchange for a confused basketball player.
If you are keeping score, Russia and that bald little lawn gnome Putin, won that round of negotiations.
Ted Cruz is another dumbass that can’t keep out of his own mouth’s way. Just like his female counterparts, Boebert, Lake, and Greene.
A federal judge has given a club, The After School Satan Club, to be exact, the right to assemble in a Pennsylvania school.
In my day, we’d have kicked their asses just for talking shit like that.
We also didn’t have ANY school shootings.
In one East L.A. high school I attended, they might have faced even worse.
Where I was born, three were several after-school and instead-of-school clubs. Crips.
Bloods.
Latin Kings.
Black Panthers.
I think that people are finally starting to realize what an all-too short journey this Carnival of Life is, and are finally developing a spur to action on problems previously only pondered.
They are right.
It IS far too short, but we can make the best of it.
Quit fucking with each other.
Find a soulmate to share this all-too-short journey with, pay your taxes, get a dog and a cat, and marvel at another sunrise as you sit, the pair of you with that same goofy look you had on your wedding day, and thank God for another day on The Ride.
Why it will never be is a question from my hippie outlook that I have always lived by, and totally unapologetically.
Stay well.
