Two words I don’t say very often at all, but if and when I do, it’s a done deal.
I don’t break promises because I rarely give them.
I don’t know exactly how, when, or why it became so important a concept to me that I personally consider very few things more egregious than breaking a promise. If you “give me your word” on something, it is carved in stone.
Ever since I was a little kid, when you break a promise to me, you only do it once.
After that, your voice doesn’t register.
Politicians?
Puh-leeze.
Why even bother?
We all know what campaign “promises” are: lies to get elected.
Where’s Waldo?
Where’s Melania?
The press is calling attention to her recent absence in TrumpWorld.
Hell, she’s absent even when she’s present.
Pay up, saggy turkey-neck deadbeat.
You have lied, been found guilty and now, you are being told by the last denial from the Supreme Court to drop it.
Accept it.
E Jean Carroll is keeping your money.
You are a miserable failure and your attempted rape panned out about as good as the Strait of Hormuz has.
Now as for the other eighty-five million…
And you wonder why Pedro Hegseth, the idiot Secretary of Getting-our-ass-kicked-by-Iran is asking for a trillion-dollar budget?
The hundreds of billions we have given previously got us the world’s most formidable death machine, a guided missile destroyer, that has been deployed to “politically tense” waters, except for one thing: it doesn’t work.
That must cost extra.
DJT finally “wins” a case after the embarrassing string of defeats he has suffered thus far.
Douchebag racist U.S. District Judge Richard Leon in Washington, D.C. gets to further fuck up this divided country by approving the building of yet another wall, this time on the border of an indigenous Indian reservation in Arizona.
Yay.
Like we haven’t fucked over the American Indians enough.
If you don’t think money can buy you anything, how in the hell do you think ugly dumbasses like Trump, Bezos, Gates and Musk ever found wives? All that money and faces like those.
Iranian Major General Amir Hatami isn’t threatening the president and his latest actions in the Strait of Hormuz with military reprisals.
Fuck all that.
His message is simple.
Do you like those fat, varicosed-veiny legs that keep your bloated belly from hitting the ground?
Because Iran has defenders that will break your legs.
And it doesn’t appear like you or your twink Pedro Hegseth, Secretary of I-couldn’t-find-my-ass-with-both-hands, can do anything to stop it.
Maybe if Congress grants him another trillion dollars…
OK, so you told us mail-in ballots were the reason for all the problems with you not winning every election with no votes being cast for anyone who opposes your unique brand of insanity, so why are you mailing in your Florida ballot for the primaries?
800 days and counting…
My thoughts on the upcoming Premier League football season will be in my blog for the 20th. With only a few days left until the season starts, you can stop all the bullshit last-minute movement by players and clubs.
It’s time to play football.
Stay well.
