I had promised myself to put the whole political outrage stew in the freezer for a while, and stop picking at the meat and potatoes of it before it completely poisons me. But President Pumpkinhead is imploding so fast I may miss out before incoming Russian and North Korean and even possibly Australian missiles begin nuking the greater Dallas-Fort Worth area. I guess I simply have to boil it a little bit more right now.
If I were going to script it as a psycho-consensual farce and put it on the stage, I couldn’t have written it any funnier. It seems a couple of evil geniuses have been manipulating the pumpkin-headed guy so they could achieve their own personal ends. They are selling him invisible clothing again. And they will get away with it, too, because they are doing it in the context of the Republican Party. The GOP, of course, is the party that cheats in order to win. They gerrymander voting districts. They suppress voters that are more likely to vote for Democrats. And they maintain a lock-grip on the House where more people nationwide actually voted for Democrats, but that comes through the voting system as a Republican majority victory. They are, as Sylvester says so juicily, DESPICABLE!!! (Yes, I know, the triple exclamation point thing again.)
Tweedle-not-so-dumb and his twin brother, Tweedle-evil.
It appears that now that Hatchet-face Flynn, the Dick-Tracy villain who was in charge of National Security, committed treason by promising the Russians that Obama’s sanctions for hacking the American election would be overturned as soon as Trump took over the job as big cheese in chief. And it not only appears that Trump knew about this (or is that gnu about this?), but even said after Flynn was fired that he would’ve approved of it if he had known… even though he didn’t know… (or gnu).
Immediately thereafter, Football-head and Bowling-ball-head on the Congressional Oversight Committee (You know, Trey Gowdy and Jason Chaffetz who brought you the Endless Benghazi Hearings Follies and Republican Musical Review) went about the business of completely overlooking any possible wrong doing by the Pumpkinhead Administration.
A Republican friend of mine once told me that he knew that all the crooks weren’t exclusively in the Democratic Party, but that’s the only place he really wanted to look for them. It helped him sleep better at night.
I spent a good share of last evening being lectured over Facebook by a conservative friend about not getting behind the Trumpkin bandwagon and scooping up the horse poop so they could continue their parade of doing Republican good things for the country (where “Republican good things” is a phrase that means destroying public education, taking away my healthcare since I have six pre-existing conditions, and dumping coal pollutants into rivers and oil pollutants into the air). Apparently my writing stuff about Pumpkinhead Tinyhands that isn’t positive is a protest which constitutes terrorism, and I need to go to some other country like Canada where the commie-ISIS dictator is a libtard idiot just like me. I don’t have a right to stay here if I protest the elected government and the so-called humor in my blog and Facebook posts are unacceptably un-patriotic. Apparently you can only call black presidents Hitler without being hooted out of the country by REAL AMERICANS.