They say that money
Can’t buy love in this world
But it’ll get you a half-pound of cocaine
And a 16-year old girl
And a great big long limousine
On a hot September night
Now that may not be love
But it is all right. — Randy Newman, ‘It’s Money That I Love’
The Toddler-in-Chief wants to fire Jerome Powell again. Or still. Whatevs.
I guess a diet rich in Mickey D’s shitburgers, Adderall and defeat just doesn’t tighten the ol’ focus the way it once did.
Is this a pivot back to Making America Great Again? Like he did with grocery prices, gas prices, and the whole no-more-wars thing?
So. Much. Winning.
Take a nap, fuckface. We could all do with a little peace and quiet around here for a change.
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Of course, the Donk’s just had one of their own turn up dirty. Good old Eric Swalwell couldn’t keep his pants zipped either. The shame….the shame.
I always thought Swalwell was an asshole for other reasons. I guess I was right.
So did the Repugs: Tony Gonzales hits the door, finally, following revelations that he had an affair with an aide who later committed suicide.
Politicians need to be followed around by referees, kinda like in the NFL. Ready to throw a penalty flag at all times.
President Doctor Jesus H(itler) Christ and Pope J.D. Clampett need slaves whispering in their ears: “Remember, thou art mortal. And also, full of shit.”
Good luck with that. I guess he forgot that he appointed Powell. One of his appointees that is actually qualified and is doing a good job. I believe that Tillis will hold fast on the nomination of Warsh.
DJT messes with the Fed at our, the economy’s, and his peril
It’s a loser move to dick around with the fed right now. Full faith and credit of the US is on shaky ground and any stupid and ignorant move by the pig faced, stubby fingered metastatic stage 4 penis cancer might push it over the edge. Might be slightly dated date, FY-24 I think, but the annual interest payment on our debt is greater than Medicare and Defense spending combined. Every federal dollar spent is 40% financed by debt. If the world stops buying our debt, every federal program gets cut by 40% or more. You know, depression. Stay liquid mi amigos, and I ain’t talking about cerveza!
Not a bad idea to stock up on Brain Eraser as well, the way things are going.
I’m glad I don’t know any dope dealers these days. None of my old standbys — psychedelics, speed, cocaine, etc. — would dial the stupid down to a bearable level, and in this economy I mos def don’t need a smack habit.
The political parties seem to be the biggest “dope” dealers today. Esp. the MAGA Party.
Badaboom, badabing! Remember your George Carlin:
“I was on a talk show recently and the host asked me, he said, ‘What do you think about the dope problem?'”
“Definitely, I feel that we have too many dopes.”
Meanwhile, if any of youse desert rats would like to cobb a few pails of aqua, well we have plenty to spare in the Mitten State. Jeezus, good thing I held onto the two canoes. Might be needed just to fetch the mail at the end of the driveway. I think I might have seen Noah at Home Depot perusing the lumber. I could kick myself for not investing in sump pumps…
I heard you folks were enjoying some of those April showers, supposed to bring May flowers and whatnot, unless they wash all the topsoil to Louisiana.
Good time to dig a moat around the castle, stock it with gators and great whites and so on.
Meant to sign off as “Testermental” but the blog gods wouldn’t have it. Grabbed my post and said “that’s enough Herb”. Can’t say I blame them
Gittin’ all Old Testemental on us, Herb ol’ prophet?
I can’t go too far into being a prophet since my beard is sorta wimpy and I can’t find my robe or staff. Makes gesticulating lame without either don’t ya know. But I saw pictures of an orange guy giving solace to what looked like Jon Stewart and I figure the orange guy could spin a few good sermons to the rest of us heathens.
I’m not much of a prophet but I can throw a pro fit.
Please what ever you do, don’t throw a trumpertantrum. The mess created causes serious headaches for everyone to clean up.
Speaking of false prophets, Whiskey Pete Kegsbreath, addressing a Pentagon Magic Show, apparently got hisself punked by a note from a Warthog zoomie who put some serious oorah spin on the fake Bible verse that Jules used to quote before capping some fool in “Pulp Fiction.” Skip ahead to 6:20 in the video.
The Jules text is as follows:
What Ezekiel 25:17 actually says is:
Well, isn’t that special. The misconstruance of language into a conglomeration of what we want to hear. I suppose an anonymous note will now appear on one of Pete’s naval platters that will apply to the naval blockade in the Strait. Maybe something from grand satirists of the past such as “None shall pass.”
Or p’raps we might get a reading from the Book of Punter, Chapter 4, Verse 17: “All we have to fear is Me.”:
Then again, Whiskey Pete might take his next quote from Kansas, the Book of Leftoverture, Chapter 1, “Carry On Wayward Son”:
To riff on George, but he loves us. If we don’t love him back he will smite our asses with a vengeance.
What a tool we have in peter, all our bombs and blockades to bear. Soon there will be impeachment. That will put this pain somewhere.