While we await reports from the Thunder in the Tundra, at which Vlad the Impaler will punk The Goldbug at one of our own Air Force bases, we’re enjoying a colorful sunrise behind the Sandias and some spirited aerial combat over the backyard hummingbird feeder.
It’s a good thing rufous hummingbirds don’t weigh 300 pounds. They’d rule us all.
Actually, now that I think about it, it just might be an improvement over what we have now.
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Is Red Dawn perhaps a little ominous?
Ayuh. That’s why I picked it for the headline. This self-styled real-estate genius could hand everything west of the Rockies to the Rooskis.
It does seem the republic is lost and the public are OK with it. This asshole treats the presidency as an opportunity to play an international game of let’s make a deal. Of course, he wants a taste of all of it.
I’ll give him all the taste he wants of my septic tank which is overdue for emptying. Nah …he’s so full of shit now he might as well stay wherever he is. Wish it was on Mars….
Wow! That would be a big feeder that I’d be told that I must fill. Can you imagine the wing blast from a Hummingbird that large?
With respect to Alaska, maybe there will be a large earthquake that opens the Elmendorf runway and swallows both goons up. Can you imagine the sigh of relief that will occur worldwide when they are both gone? Years ago when Reagan and the Pope crossed paths at the airport in Fairbanks, I believe they called it “Dope and the Pope”. I suppose this time around the meeting will be something like “Dumb and Dumber”.
Dotard and dotarder?
Looks like the clown got played again by the humint operative in his quest to get the Nobel Peace Prize. Boy, go back to Mara Lardo and cheat at golf, like you do at life.
What a preposterous waste of time, manpower, and money, flying these fascist fuck-bubbles around the globe to play footsie with each other over somebody else’s country.
James Fallows has a few thoughts on the Thunder in the Tundra:
Eh, this is just another example of Tiny Fingers doing anything he can to distract from the Epstein files. He must be really afraid of those files coming out, or afraid of losing his MAGAts, or both. But three hours unmonitored alone with Vladdy, that’s a worrisome sign. I shouldn’t take that long for Pooty-Poot to give him his marching orders.