The trouble with having a certifiable loon as your ostensible “commander in chief” is that the other loons are liable to mistake his noise for signal.
“Say, Ebrahim, where’s the Great Satan’s aircraft carrier going? Who the hell is calling the shots over there, anyway?”
“The only shot this one cares about is the seven-iron he just shanked into the water hazard, your Supreme Leadership.”
* Apologies to Randy Newman.
Tags: Captain Blight, Iran, USS Nimitz
January 2, 2021 at 8:36 am |
So the Iranians are preparing an attack and we beat feet?
January 2, 2021 at 8:51 am |
Couple loudmouths talking shit and shoving each other around, is what. One of these days someone may actually throw a punch. Then a bottle gets broken, a knife gets pulled, a pistol appears from a waistband, everybody’s friends crowd round, and it’s Katie, bar the door.
January 2, 2021 at 9:55 am |
Exactly. We have a religious wacko dictator and a narcissistic, sociopathic, wannabe dictator in a pissing contest. What could go wrong?
January 2, 2021 at 11:45 am |
There are no adults in the room in either country.
January 2, 2021 at 11:19 am |
Waiting for Admiral Blowhorner to start rolling three steel balls in his hand and inquiring about the strawberries.
January 2, 2021 at 11:43 am |
This is one president who should be sent off in an open boat in the middle of the Pacific with GOP blowhards like Louie Gohmert and Josh Hawley.