Impunity

“No paparazzi. Don’t make me call SEAL Team 6 on you.”

It’s good to know that the president can order SEAL Team 6 to swing by El Rancho Pendejo to pop a few caps in my ass and nobody can prosecute him over it, not even for littering.

I’d sort of suspected that this was the case. But it’s nice to have it confirmed.

Fuck. Me. Running. This D. John Shyster mouthpiece sounds like a real piece of work. Wikipedia says that in addition to the B.A. in theology from Oxford, the M.A. in philosophy from Notre Dame, and the J.D. from Harvard, our man has a B.S. in electrical engineering from Duke.

I guess this means that as Grand Inquisitor in the Second Coming he’ll be in charge of affixing the electrodes to everyone’s testicles. He’s getting a crash course in how to handle nuts right now.

The Benedictine monks from Saint Louis Abbey who provided his secondary-school education must be so proud. Laus Tibi Domine, y’all.

9 thoughts on “Impunity

  1. I believe the arrogant sumbitches thought they could intimidate the judges. Especially trump with his steely eye gaze and tiny hands waving. Now he will go on his platforms and get his cultists all fired up and the judges will get threats, insults and swatted. What he is trying to do is get his dictatorship started on a solid footing where he has complete immunity from prosecution. The next time I hear about this piece of shit, is when he is arrested and placed in pre-trial detention.

    1. You just know some data-driven types are trying to tally all the billable hours this dude has racked up. Whaddaya figure it adds up to? Billions? Trillions? All these shysters better hope they got a little sumpin’-sumpin’ up front. They have two chances of getting theirs on the back end — slim and none.

      They’re a lot more likely to get theirs up the back end.

  2. Biden should take advantage of this window of opportunity and ice Mango Mussolini for the good of the nation. If only the GOP wasn’t in control of the House so they couldn’t impeach him, so maybe get a bunch of MAGAts in the same room with the Orange One and pull the pin on a grenade and toss it in before locking the door from the outside. Maybe get the Secret Service out for coffee first…

    1. Imagine the temptation. Here you are, a careerist like José, keeping your head down, doing the work, and when you finally get The Big Gig, you have to deal with this ponderous putz, growling and waving his undersized paws around like some clockwork teddy bear possessed by the Devil, XXXL Depends approaching their redline and the EPA issuing regular air-quality alerts, with regiments of half-baked shysters trying to keep his fat ass out of Leavenworth, and still — still! — half the country apparently thinks he’s better equipped than you are to do the nation’s business.

  3. I don’t think Miss Mia needs Seal Team 6.

    “Vacuum? On this nice soft carpeting? Not today you aren’t. Not unless you want a carcass full of puncture wounds incurred while you are in a deep sleep sometime in the near future.”

    It’s a shame the doughnut boy from New Jersey doesn’t have any more money to throw against the Trump campaign. I may not agree with most of his policies but at least he was rational.

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