His Excremency King Piggy the Sticky-Fingered will be farting higher than his ass this evening during what the legacy media insists upon calling “the State of the Union address” but will almost certainly be more along the lines of the late George Carlin’s “Complaints and Grievances,” only not funny.
I will not be watching for mental-health reasons. Not his mental health; that leaky vessel has sailed, caught fire, exploded, and sunk. My mental health. What with the tariffs and inflation and whatnot, new TVs are way too pricey for me to be shooting ours in a fit of rage.
What say we all give it a miss this time around? If the senile old toad doesn’t stroke out tonight in what he promises will be a long airing of Crimes Against Him, he might just get ferried across the Styx tomorrow by the sort of ratings you might expect from a live goat fuck on the Trinity Broadcasting Network.
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You know those ratings for that TBN broadcast would be unusually high… at least in their homebase in SoCal (whatever unfortunate city that is), Lynchburg, VA with the Falwells, and in Virginia Beach, VA where the Robertsons are.
Yeah. Whether be rocks or something that flies through the air much faster than rocks hitting the TV screen, I stopped watching the State of the Disunion some time ago.
They have been political speeches for years now, interrupted by the occasional hack whose parents should have had had a bucket of water thrown on them mid-coitus.
But, this one is different since dainty digits is incapable of truthful or intelligent speech. Some country singer will probably break out with “looks like we got a con boy.”
“Con boy.” Hee haw.
I figure I might watch Bad Bunny’s halftime show on YouTube again. There is no f’ning way I’ll be listening/watching Dear Leader.
I’d watch Bugs Bunny before I watched Hair Füror. Because I took my left turn a long time before I ever got to Albuquerque.