Meanwhile in France, the nation that America derived its Constitution and Republican ideals from, what started out as a few disgruntled students has now grown to a nationwide tidal wave of discontent with all things governmental, leaving that hapless eunuch Emmanuel Macron shaking his head and not really knowing what the fuck to do.
DJT’s response was typical…
Close the borders!
STFU.
In gay Paris the chaos has given birth to mass looting.
If you’ve read more than a few of my blogs you know that I critique everyone (me included) so I give props where earned regardless of the dumbass who deserves them.
You were right about the immigration issue needing to be addressed and the border was the most salient platform from which to do so. But how you went about “protecting” our country from the relatively small crimes actually committed by illegal immigrants nationwide is the issue for me.
Instead of using diplomacy and critical thinking (remember those concepts?), seeking a way to bring the walls down like in Berlin, building the barrier higher, stronger, and longer is your answer.
So you can either steal more money from us and continue your border obsession or continue to steal from us and let your addled peanut of a brain dominate your nonsensical downward spiral, taking the nation with you.
Two for two.
Batting a thousand.
For the second straight year, the gelatinous Jabba the Trump has lost in the voting for the Nobel Peace Prize.
So as of this printing, my dog Bruiser Corleone, who is busy sniffing his own butt, has as many Nobel Peace Prizes as the president.
And probably better breath.
Meanwhile, the world’s oldest-looking Gerber Baby Food baby, none other than that zany Vladimir Putin, is not laughing at comedian-turned-Russian-ass-kicker Volodymyr Zelensky after the Ukrainians bombed the shit out of trump’s two favorites: data centers and oil depots.
All that black smoke you see rising over Putin’s home town isn’t all oil, however. It’s also our Social Security benefits, gas, and grocery bill receipts along with our paychecks, all going up in smoke.
I asked Karen, aka the Domestic Despot, if I could have a little pygmy piggie or a little albino monkey but she is not giving the requests the attention they deserve.
The hair, Mr. president?
Give it up.
The entire world knows you now.
Bald as a cue ball.
Thief.
Liar.
Misogynist.
Multi-convicted felon.
Did I miss anything?
Oh, btw, there must be something wrong with the postal service. They seemed to have misplaced the several checks that were promised me by the president.
I see White House Press Secretary Katie Zacharia beat the odds and lasted five whole days before being fired by The Boss.
She’s gonna look back at this some day as the best job that never happened for her.
A bit ironic, no?
Being fired by him for lying?
I will sure be glad when these poorly-produced personal attacks that are passing for political ads these days will end.
Life is indeed too short.
Stay well.
