Well, I’ve done it again.
I filled out the paperwork and trudged that long mile between El Rancho Pendejo and our neighborhood Vote Center to begin the process of tossing out various rascals and installing others.
The hope is that in the end we will have elected some folks who will have the common courtesy to sell us out in private, where we don’t have to watch over our coffee and Cheerios. The no-holes-barred, open-air whorehouse that reopened on Jan. 20, 2025, has not been a boon to the Republic or the digestive tract.
In point of fact, it’s been the shits.
I persist in voting because it’s the only real alternative to armed insurrection. There’s always staying home on Election Day, but that helped get us where we are, so, nuh uh. And I don’t have a passport, so running-away is off the table.
What worries me is the suspicion that if we ever reach the “up with halberd, out with sword” point, we may find that His Excremency King Piggy the Sticky-fingered and his gombeen men have deployed a band of A.I. brigands to empty all our accounts before we can armor up at our friendly neighborhood boom-boom rooms.
“Up the rebels!” and all that, but if we’re going after them for keepsies I’d like to be packing something with more authority than my 72-year-old teeth and toenails.
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Ain’t it something? Everything that someone could do to destroy the republic and take away your vote is being done right in front of our faces. It’s like try to stop us. Yea, loyalty to a world class, top drawer, gold plated asshole is the test of the day. If I hear trump derangement syndrome gaslighting again, I will say that it is not deranged to dislike a worthless piece of human trash.
One of the lefty bloggers I follow says these peckerheads are in so deep now, have committed so many heinous crimes, that they have no choice but to ride it out and hope the orange sonofabitch stays above ground and out of Leavenworth long enough to pardon all of them.
Riding the tiger is one thing. Getting off is another.
$1.7 billion bribes now, right out front and in public.
From “E pluribus unum” to “Fuck you, make me” in one easy lesson.
I used to scoff, laugh and fart at many of the Adolph tRump stories telling what his henchfolk were really up to. No longer. I do NOT doubt one whit (I think that is a measurement?) that via Social Security they will in fact tap our bank funds as they have our routing numbers and everything else they need. They’ve proven there is no crime they won’t comit and either blame on Biden or hide behind the court(s). I would also totally now believe it if we learned that Ginny Thomas had a tRump tattoo on her ass. Patrick…get that passport boy. Mine is updated and Canada is only 90 minutes by car.
Although Mexico is closer for you desert folk, it doesn’t sound like a great place to land these days? But I’ve got more cold weather gear than is fathomable so I think I have you covered should you go El Norte. Stay out of Greenland though. King Jiggle Tits can’t subdue Iran so he might refocus on Greenland. Who am I kidding. He can’t focus on anything for more than 10 seconds.
I’ve got my sis working on Canadian citizenship. Gramps was born in the Great White North and it seems possible that if we find the right hoops we might could jump right th’u them sumbucks. I still have snowshoes and cross-country skis, too. Beauty, eh?
Be a nice thing to have for when the A.I.-SS notices all these filthy blog posts originating in The Duck! City.
My colleague Mike Ferrentino likes to winter in Mexico, but me, I still have a soft spot for Canada, though 1959-’62 seems like a thousand years ago. We went to Texas from Ottawa. Imagine the culture shock.