The GOP goosesteps into the spotlight this week.
More than three stooges this time, though.
Category: Assholes
Mount Flushmore
Add Adolf Twitler to Mount Rushmore? No, thanks.
Perhaps some smaller sculpture, in a more appropriate location. Think of it as an oversized and especially unattractive urinal cake.
Executive ordure
The U.S. Constitution is a poor defense against a ruthless huckster hellbent on selling snake oil to the rubes.
“No Money shall be drawn from the Treasury, but in Consequence of Appropriation made by Law. …”
“Fuck you. Sue me. And guess who pays for the lawyers?”
The fire next time
Or it could be the moon.
This is what the eastern sky looked like around 7:30 last night.
“No more monsoons! The end is nigh! Prepare ye for mostly sunny and warmish!”
Which it was. Eighties as I pedaled off nine-ish this morning, and it only got hotter.
Later in the afternoon Herself popped round to the Dark Tower for a window chat with her mom, but couldn’t stick it out more than a few minutes.
Don’t expect her to have a window chat of any duration with Louie Gohmert, though. Not even if the dumb sonofabitch wears a diving helmet and a diaper over his Bug-hole.
Masque of the Read Death
Even if they can’t spell it.
Well.
I’m not sure what he was saying, exactly. But whatever it was, he sure told us.
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