It’s all downhill from here, fellas.
A neighbor rang our doorbell a few minutes ago to advise us that the Cowboys for Trump were parading down Comanche, practically dancing in our laps.
Naturally, I grabbed the iPhone, hopped on a bike, and rolled out to collect a few memories.
I’m told that there were four riders on horseback leading the thing. I suppose the irony eludes them, as do many other things.
Including that they inspired my neighbor to drop everything and go vote — for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.
Tags: Adolf Twitler, Cowboys for Trump
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October 21, 2020 at 2:58 pm |
Just got back from in person early voting. Lines are still long up here in Fanta Se but the system seems to be a well oiled machine.
Gotta laugh about the 4 Horsemen. How they missed that one is rather a good question.
Question is, did they substitute an orange horse or just the traditional white, red, black, and pale?
October 21, 2020 at 3:10 pm |
I missed the horsepersons, but everyone else seemed white and pale. I wonder whether one of them was the Birthday Suit Bandit.
October 21, 2020 at 3:27 pm |
People are getting weird. I am working from home today, so have the computer in the study which overlooks the street. Nice day, so window partly open but not open enough that the secrets get out.
So I see the mail carrier stop in front of the house. Then this big honkin’ pickup truck stops next to the mail carrier vehicle. Next thing you know the guy in the pickup is screaming at the top of his lungs at the mailman, who is just standing there in his mask nodding and backing away from the street.
At this point I was worried that something bad might happen and was about to pick up two things, one being the cell phone, and walk outside. But then Mr. Pickup floored it and laid down rubber has he took off. I walked outside and asked what that was all about.
Nothing to do with the USPS, the mailman told me. Apparently the pickup truck guy asked how to get to I-40 and the postman said it was all the way down to Albuquerque, so Mr. Pickup just lost it completely and was screaming at the top of his lungs to the postman that it was too far away, he needed gas in the truck, etc, and on and on..
Weird.We need to put some valium in the water.
October 21, 2020 at 3:47 pm |
And yes, in case you were wondering, there is a Freak Brothers cartoon for every occasion. A tip of the Mad Dog sombrero to Gilbert Shelton and the late, great Dave Sheridan for this one.
October 21, 2020 at 3:54 pm
Perfect.
October 21, 2020 at 3:52 pm |
Is it just me? Seems the bigger the pickup truck the smaller the brain of the driver. And I think the dudes with the stack pipes might not have brains. Every time I see a faux cowboy in his pickup I can’t help but hear Alice Cooper’s Under My Wheels
October 21, 2020 at 4:05 pm |
Most of them there Big Old Pickup Trucks around these parts belong to people with the All Hat and No Cattle Syndrome. They come with fancy pipes, shiny wheels, and other crap you would never put on a truck whose main purpose was to get dirty.
October 21, 2020 at 4:06 pm |
It’s not the brains that are smaller…….. If it looks like a cult, sounds like a cult…………
October 21, 2020 at 8:13 pm |
October 22, 2020 at 6:45 am |
He’s coming to Pensacola tomorrow. Not sure why?
Have you seen the new electric Hummer? Stoopid crazy.
October 22, 2020 at 11:28 am |
I was going of offer a crude joke about hummers but I believe everybody knows what I mean. Electric? Eeegads that’s another crude bad joke.
I sure like to give the benefit of the doubt to folks that own large trucks but it sure seems that most of them are Putin, uh I mean Trump supporters. Perhaps they have the knowledge that their vehicle requires a prolific supply of fuel and they want to make sure that it is maintained. Drill, baby drill (I wonder how many times Palin used that in bed..?) . I always like to think that if I can’t push the vehicle I own a few feet by myself, then it isn’t a vehicle that I need for personal use.