Wednesday, August 21, 2024

The Corpse at Every Funeral

The prattling old man in every glass box. Old man, you're nobody's president. We only have one at a time, and you ain't it. And yes, you have to stick to policy. Unless, of course, you are a superannuated 7 year old. A very stable genius. Yeah, why does that never work out the way it does in the movies? English translation required, please. What is this for him, a therapy session? With pocket protectors? And eye-shades? I'd think a gun would be more appropriate. Because you're a delusional old fart who has no idea what words mean but likes the sound of the 400 or so you know? Like Russia? Aside from the money you've raised to pay your lawyers, and your desperate hope the election will keep you out of jail. Or we could tell Putin we're not doing business with him and impose 100% tariffs on what he imports. Although how we do that on oil in the global market is a bit of a question mark. Oh, I forgot; under Trump we don't give a shit about Ukraine. They wouldn't help him smear Biden. "MA!!! Grandpa's back in imaginary 1981 New York City again!" SO SAY WE ALL!

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