The Winter of our Discontent

The Pumpkinhead is running amok, shutting down programs I want the government to continue with my tax dollars. I don’t approve of them spending a single penny of the three thousand and some dollars worth of taxes I pay out of my pension every year on tax cuts to billionaires and multi-millionaires. The Ultrarich class does less actual work in a year than I do as a retiree. They do not deserve to make even more money while sitting on gluttonous natural cushions built into their derrieres. They are the parasites that drag on our quality of life. Their money-sucking vacuum mouths no longer need to be attached to our jugular veins. The Immigrants working in farmer’s fields and the local McDonalds and two other jobs to make ends almost meet are not the takers in this society.

Personally, I have had a truly miserable start to 2025. I visited a dentist for the first time since the beginning of the pandemic. I had to have a molar with a broken crown yanked out of the right side of my jaw. It was infected and took an hour longer to pull out than it was scheduled for. It hurt like they had tried to pull my whole skeleton out through my mouth. While recovering from that, my wife came home from her teaching job with a viral infection of some sort. I immediately caught it. Two weeks of illness followed. Towards the end of that infection I painfully passed four small kidney stones, too small to see when they were finally out. That painful weekend resulted in a urinary tract infection that could easily have turned septic and killed me. The urologist gave me a super strong antibiotic that stained my underwear neon green. And at the end of January, I had to have a second molar with a broken crown removed… apparently with the same ten-pound skeleton-hoisting pliers.

Trump is still rolling out outrages against schools, against the FBI, against women, against trans kids, and everyone else he can be relentlessly cruel to. Richard III of England solved his Winter of Discontent with murder. I sent a ghost post message to the parking lot in London where he was buried to inquire if he was at all interested in using the same procedure to replace the Pumpkinhead on the Throne of America. He booed back that he would think about it. American President is apparently not as cushy a post as the Yorkish King of England.

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