Everybody looking for dirt on the president due to his past association with Jeffrey Epstein and all this time it was the horny British royals don’t ya know?
“Don’t lend them any money.”
That’s what I used to tell someone when speaking about a soon-to-be-ex-employee. With the unspoken because they won’t be around long enough to repay you.
With that being said, Department of Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem (I knew a stripper named Kristi who signed her name with a little heart to dot both of the “i’s”.) was recently chided by an Illinois Democrat Congresswoman for her illegal actions yada yada yada…trampled on the Constitution yak yak yak, unlawfully detained blah blah blah…arresting legal citizens…
Whatever.
And people couldn’t be happier.
Delia Ramirez told Noem she could resign, get fired by Trump, or be impeached.
Kristi could give two shits. She knows the president thinks she is doing a fantastic job.
She ain’t going anywhere.
Elsewhere on the political scene, White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt (I knew a stripper named Karoline with a “K.”) unveiled her new look and I have to say that her new lips are very mallard-like in their appearance. If that was the look she was going for…
Nailed it!
Move along.
Ghiselle Ghislaine threatens to release some “damaging” tapes about people involved with Jeffrey Epstein and wouldn’t you know it?
All of a sudden she is moved to a luxury camp, and I am sure it has soft toilet tissue.
Sooner or later…
Over ten years later, they still don’t have the answer as to exactly where the Malaysian airliner MH370 is.
Oh, some big-brained scientist has yet another hair-brained theory as to where the plane is and basically he just postulates that all his machines and all his data indicate the plane fell down an underwater abyss.
Well, my dog Bruiser thinks that a megalodon ate it whole.
Why not?
Now I know I will hear about this one, but one thing I am is brutally honest, many times to my own detriment. But I will say that trying to “glamorize” certain people just doesn’t work.
Caitlin Clark can ball.
She is a total badass on the basketball court.
I dig her.
But the glam look?
It just doesn’t work with her.
Firstly, she has a face for radio. Plain Jane. No amount of foundation, blush, or whatever, is going to bring her up to the “hotness” level of say, an Angel Reese, who is a total babe.
She also has the body of a fourteen-year-old boys basketball player.
But man can she ball.
I’ve always believed there is a very simple solution to anyone who complains about the price of something…
Fuckin’ Florida, man.
Some old buzzard there got in a fight with his son over his lack of visiting him very often, so he shot him in the face.
Now, I might be an old country boy from East L.A., but I don’t see how this might actually increase the son’s visiting time (especially if he dies.)
Stay well.
