White House Deputy Chief of Staff for Policy and Homeland Security Advisor Stephen Miller (aka “Yessir Mr. President!) seems to be every bit as popular as his predecessor, Kristi Noem was.
Despite never having served a day in our armed forces, just like my Cocker Spaniel Bruiser Corleone, he is “forced” to live on a military base for safety reasons.
Not Bruiser, Stephen.
Just like Kristi did.
People don’t move on to a secured government facility to escape ardent fans gushing with praise for their actions.
And don’t think for a second that he is in a cramped Quonset hut with bunk beds like Gomer Pyle had.
Oh no.
He is being provided with special housing reserved for the rank of general, upkeep (a house staff), landscaping, laundry service, use of the Officer’s Club, golf course and amenities.
And don’t look for him standing in any mess hall food lines with the other Warriors.
Enjoy it now, dumbass.
It won’t last forever.
And I can’t resist.
At the risk of sounding juvenile, the man looks like either a finger puppet with a coat and tie drawn on him, or a penis.
I know.
I need treatment.
Speaking of penis look-alikes, my boy Vladdy Pootin could barely be seen on the Russian TV reporter’s screen because the fires from some of the four-hundred drones that Ukraine sent to rain down hell on the Motherland were burning so brightly.
Now, in the previous report, you said that your “expert military” shot down all four hundred drones.
You’re as good a liar as our own tyrant is.
Lost in all the lies is the fact that the Cost of Living Index for Social Security can’t keep up with the high inflation and will increase by about a full percent LESS than originally projected.
It just tells me the dumbasses didn’t know how to project squat.
I wonder if Melania is keeping the White House lit by candlelight at night to save electricity and reduce the family’s environmental footprint?
You KNOW the president doesn’t flush after every deposit.
Think about it…
I like The Rock, aka Dwayne Johnson…
But he is truly disappointed he wasn’t nominated for an Academy Award.
My Cocker Spaniel Murphy Corleone is also miffed he got no consideration for his short Getting Those Second (and Third) Treats From Mom.
As we approach the end of the Worst Presidency in History, it should be interesting to see the timeline for DJT and MAGA supporters to start their shift closer to the middle?
Wait for it.
It’s inevitable.
It’s called self-preservation.
They are politicians after all, and everyone knows every politician does not just have one face, but two.
In what had to have been a very slow news day, Ricki Lake, has-been personality, had a facelift.
I wonder how they process refunds for dissatisfied customers?
She needs to find out.
And please tell me it is another by-product of the whole A.I. thing. I’m talking about the questions posed when you search a song title on Google.
No human being could ever be that stupid and still be alive.
What is the meaning of the song “Surfin’ USA?”
Are you fucking kidding me?
Maybe I need to chill.
Stay well.
