Our court jester of a Vice President JD Vance was remarking on how another world leader was going about his business.
This is like a one-legged seventy-two-year-old man with a 5-inch vertical leap, say, me for example, giving Victor Webanyama advice on how to dunk a basketball.
STFU.
Now I am going to say something that you will consider either brilliant and profound, or stupid-as-hell-Indica-inspired craziness.
What this country needs is a tyrant.
I know, I know.
We already have one.
Not him.
A good tyrant.
Of the pile of shit which has become Trump’s second term, two things stand out:
- Our old government was just that and needed (and still needs) to change and adapt to meet an evolving nations’ population and our ever-changing needs.
- Trump is NOT the answer.
We need someone who will bring back a sense of class to the presidency.
Someone who won’t steal from the American people.
Someone who can at least, start to reduce the enormous and ever-widening gap between economic classes.
We need a benevolent, critical-thinking tyrant who will not be self-serving, but who doesn’t need to bother with pesky votes and cumbersome political processes either.
He (or she?) will need to spend some time repairing or at least starting the process to repair our national image, which presently lays in tatters.
Get rid of that fucking circus on the White House lawn.
E tu Brute?
Fox News, once stalwart defenders of all things Trump, is joining the rolls of the disenchanted.
It’s still no box of chocolates being a Mexican in Texas…
Deputy Kevin Tippit is the latest dumbass to reserve his spot in hell after murdering unarmed 18-year-old John Mendoza Jr. after following him home from a park.
He’s been fired and now we wait to see if charges will be brought.
With our “justice” system, all the rednecks in Texas, and the fact it was a white man shooting a Mexican boy, who knows?
I’ve never liked Phil Mickelson; I think he’s an asshole.
At least he was to me, back in 1994, I think, and I was working for a sponsor of a PGA golf tournament in Tucson, Arizona. I was really excited to meet Phil, and I had my golf ball out for him to sign as he walked his way to the first tee.
When he came to me, I excitedly handed him my ball.
Evidently, it was not his brand of ball and instead of politely saying so, he just throws my ball back at me.
“I can’t sign this. Wrong ball.”
So he signs the golf scorecard I was holding from the round I had finished earlier that morning which I would go on to tear up and throw away that night when I was drinking shots and thinking about my meeting with a real American golf hero.
So, it doesn’t break my heart that the LIV Saudi Arabian-backed golf tour is falling apart, even though douchebag Mickelson got paid a Saudi prince’s ransom to leave the PGA.
And his unwelcome old man advances were on display at The Farms Golf Club in Rancho Santa Fe, California. He was given Das Boot for making “nonconsensual and inappropriate physical contact” with an unnamed employee.
Old fool.
And how about those New York Knicks?
Stay well.
