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.
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So the Iranians are preparing an attack and we beat feet?
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.
Exactly. We have a religious wacko dictator and a narcissistic, sociopathic, wannabe dictator in a pissing contest. What could go wrong?
There are no adults in the room in either country.
Waiting for Admiral Blowhorner to start rolling three steel balls in his hand and inquiring about the strawberries.
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.