Is Anybody Out There?

A CIA (Caught in the Act) officer was found to have forty million-dollars in gold bars in his house and you know damn good and well nothing will become of it.

This is America.

He’ll probably get a promotion (along with a few donation requests from politicians).

His plea deal will ensure he faces no ill consequences under the guise of “national security.”

I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel very secure in this country anymore.

Just go, already.

That old, regenerated corpse Mitch McConnell needs to step back from public service.

When was the last time you were allowed to draw full pay at home for doing absolutely nothing but dying one labored breath at a time?

I’m guessing never.

Me either.

With the tide turning against him, you can bet that in his desperation to preserve his eroding Senate majority, DJT will perform CPR himself on the old buzzard when he needs a bill to pass.

Just how arrogant do you have to be to think that Iran has no nuclear bomb-making capabilities?

Iran has money.

Name me one thing that is NOT for sale in this world.

I have said it before.

I don’t think it will be a country that will be responsible for launching a holocaustic nuclear explosion. There are checks and balances in even the most undeveloped countries that will prevent that from happening.

You can read about the hundreds, even thousands, of stored weapons of mass destruction just lying dormant in a wherehouse, but one crazy individual who believes they will attain a higher level by annihilating civilization?

That is way more likely in my humble opinion.

China, led by Trump’s idol Xi Jinping, reportedly assisted Iran in their attack on a U.S. military installation.

Why not?

What’s a little death among friends?

The administration will just deny it anyway.

Those idiot Democrats in California sure showed them.

Paramount is considering other states to relocate their tens of thousands of jobs and their multi-billion dollar business elsewhere.

I’m sure Governor Gavin Newsom could give a shit. He already ripped off the state’s taxpayers for funds he has stolen from this mythical “bullet train” that he promised and never delivered on.

Oh well.

It’s only been a few months since she’s entered the comical arena known as the Trump administration, but Natalie Harpy is starting to get that “rode hard and put away wet” look about her. The chicken feet around her eyes are multiplying exponentially and her once-smooth, youthful skin looks like sandpaper.

You’ll know her indoctrination is complete when she perfects the infamous “Melania Glare.”

I wasn’t going to comment, really trying to calm myself and reminding myself that it was only the fourth game of this season’s campaign to regain some of the lost luster from days gone by, but fuck that.

Derby Day in Manchester.

We are still Manchester City’s bitch.

Even with a man advantage for over seventy minutes, and despite playing at home at Old Trafford, United were flat outplayed by City and their new manager Enzo Maresca, beating us 1-0 on a Haaland header past a very average Sean Lammens in goal.

They outran, outpassed, and generally outplayed United’s squad with the exception of Marcus Rashford, who, quite frankly, was my biggest concern for this important fixture.

It is time that Michael Carrick actually do something and manage the squad. He provided what was needed to get the job—which was absolutely nothing… He just had to put players in their proper positions and throw the ball out on the pitch.

But now, as they advance and participate in Champion’s League football, the lads need to be managed to harness all their individual talents and focus on winning silver.

It’s been too long, they have misspent way too much money, and if Michael Carrick isn’t the answer, find it fast.

I promise you it is NOT up Bruno Fernandes’s ass, which is where his head was for the match. He was way more Ballon-ey than Ballon d’Or.

This crap has to stop…

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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