So Happy that Build Back Bolshevik is Over
Can we all just go home now? Or, can we expected more Bad for The Biden?
Take a look at our options. Here we are, stuck in a 33 RMP single in a nation that is playing a paid and ultra hip version of Spotify. Even the boobtube has sprinted forward. Unlike when I was sprouting up, there is a 24/7 news cycle that demands to be fed. Yikes! It is like a husband with the munchies after consuming an ounce of pot.
How did we get here? More importantly, how do we fight our way out?
Things just cannot remain as they are; A “rescue” by the Republican Party will be a dollar short and a day late. Actually, from now to November 2022 is almost nine months from right now That’s roughly 341 days using the number 31. Let us say for the sake of argument that we are going to have this clueless, unfettered nincompoop totally unopposed for 341 days.
If it got so beautifully wrong in only 7 months of King Biden, then what may happen with another 341, or about 9 months? It is enough to get Hilary Clinton on stage one more time.
I suppose that statement flew from my lips to G-d’s ears. We practice daylight savings time in Puerto Rico, and we love to look at Tucker, Hannity, and Laura to begin our day, rather than end it. Face it, way too much cow defecation is happening there to entice any sleep our way.
So, while watching Tucker this morning, well before the sun arose, he did a segment on Hillary running. Even more revealing is that I happened to see Matt Schlapp on Fox a few days ago, and when the host mentioned a Hilary run, Matt used a thumbs-up sign. I have met Matt Schlapp and will see him in February in Orlando for the Conservative Political Action Conference, (CPAC.) I know why your thumb was up, Dear Matt—The Hillarybeast carries so much stinky garbage that she will lose and lose hugely. Not an ocean of Channel Number 5 will wash her stink away.
Just ask Ben. Ben who? Ben Ghazi of course. Also, the first dude won’t be able to wear that lovely dress and heels he wore to Pedi-island.
I did attend the CPAC in Dallas last year, and it more than met my expectations. A young woman I met there expressed her fear that Biden would destroy everything we hold dear as American citizens. She was brimming with fear, and though I did not see it clearly at the time, I now believe that something should be done sooner rather than later.
Have you taken a gander at your household calendar? As we all know from Kindergarten:
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone.
Which only has but twenty-eight days clear
And twenty-nine in each leap year.
So, many moons will pass with this entirely demented idiot at the helm.
Don’t get me wrong: I worship Biden. He has made every one of my paranoid nightmares come true. Let me illustrate the damage that he is capable of if he is permitted to serve out even another 6 months of his term.
Have you ever left the house for a weekend and told your teenager that they could eat and drink anything they wanted at the house, and they could invite a few friends if they pleased?
Picture what your living room looks like after the two days of assault and battery by a army of teens. Best check the bedrooms too—a kid may have found the true religion of sperm and egg.
Ahh, and most likely you noticed that one of your cars is gone. That’s the wife’s car, and although she does not work a “real job,’’ that car is her Ark of the Covenant. Without it, endless orthodontic and doctor check-ups can not be performed. Groceries will not be bought, so, dinner will not get made.
The car shows up two days later, basically totaled, and with a dead teenage female in the passenger seat. One can just feel the attorneys salivating at the money that will soon pour out—like manna from heaven. One can imagine the insurance adjustors having a very bad day.
Yes, everything I described could happen if you let your teenagers rule the roost when you and your husband take a well-earned weekend away. It can and will happen to the United States of America if Biden is allowed to continue. He represents the most horrid form of government ever tried. He is an incompetent tyrant.
Remember those silly commercials about your brain on drugs? I remember one with an egg being fried, so I think that Ad agency needs congratulation. Biden as a full-term President reminds me of an overcooked and broken fried egg. No way it escapes the garbage disposal.
Although it would be edifying to slide him and Kamala into my garbage disposal, it would actually be way too much work—not to mention the mess. We ladies are solidly opposed to messes, as we are the main mess cleaners.
No, if indeed we must muddle through 3 more years with the muddled President, help is on the way. Here is an intriguing idea: Why doesn’t Donald Trump run for Congress?
He can easily become Speaker of the House and what fun that would be! He can slap Biden et al in the impeachment chair (s.) Whosoever gets the pay-for-view on that one will be a new billionaire.
Of course, such a state would send the Lamestream media crazy, so sorry no pay-for-views. Unless of course, some really adult-only juicy tidbits came out. Like, how about Biden on Pedi-Island? While some get their kicks on cocaine, he gets his groping young girls.
Maybe, just maybe, he gets better groping as a President. That is when he deigns to speak at all. We can question his mental acuity and obvious frail health. But, we have absolute trust in his sense of touch. And his sense of grope.
I would love it if he tried to grope me. For an old broad, I am totally gropable. That old dude would live out the rest of his life getting someone else to open cans and tie his shoes—oh what am I saying? He gets all that and more right where he is.
Yes, time goes slow when the stakes are high. Or when a bonafide idiot/no savant is in the Oval office. Never fear, help is on the way. I’m ecstatic that Bill Clinton chose to wear a dress at Pedi-island. The husband says this would not hurt the Hillary-Beast, and he has met her.
I disagree—She even called their political coupling as a “Two for,” So two dishonest crooks for the price of one. I shall leave it to you, good or bad deal?
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