Back with the latest and greatest…
Evidently, our fearless leader President Trump has found himself in violation of international law.
I know, I know, now what?
He has already broken every local, municipal, county, state, and federal law.
What’s next?
Space laws.
You make ‘em, he’ll break ‘em!
I may have just come up with his re-election campaign slogan for the year 2128.
Also, the presidency being a particularly dangerous job and all, the president has beefed up his security detail to prevent assassination.
You know what?
Save the money.
If you would stop doing shit that makes people want to kill you, it would be better.
A police officer in Indiana was charged with domestic battery, strangulation, and pointing a firearm.
If he were in the great state of Georgia, he would have earned three promotions by now for his achievements.
Some dumbass pardoned by the president has landed himself back behind bars.
Not to worry.
He’s white.
He’s rich.
He’ll get by.
Welcome to America.
Where everything is for sale.
So, a perfect segway to the next headline, giving a load of crap to that salty old pelican Nancy Pelosi because she has amassed an (obviously) illegal fortune in her political career.
What is she supposed to do?
She’s a politician.
Preachers preach.
Politicians steal.
You’re just pissed because she’s a woman and she played the game better than you.
Am I the only one that thinks that there is a great void of great movies and great TV shows anymore?
I keep surfing the different platforms and I am genuinely surprised and happy when I find a can’t-turn-off series, documentary or movie.
Somewhere along the line, Hollywood started making cartoon-movies that placed NO emphasis on the written (or computer-generated) word.
Explosions.
Lots of ‘em.
Visuals.
Branding.
Marketing.
Merchandising.
TV is so full of political agendas that it is getting difficult to find the fake news of your choice anymore.
You know what?
Believe what you want.
I could give a damn.
Just don’t do anything stupid.
Like go to Gislaine Maxwell’s house to put your presidential legacy on the line.
Oh, hold it.
That’s someone else.
I told you that whole Epstein thing wasn’t just going to disappear into history.
That’s impossible anymore.
Another impossibility seems to be the futility of trying to slather make-up on so thick as to hide the accelerating aging process to the Chief Executive (aka Benjamin Buttons).
Seriously, why bother?
The phrase “lipstick on a pig” suddenly comes to mind.
But that’s a whole other kettle of fish as it were.
Until tomorrow then.
Enjoy today.
Stay well.
