Thursday, December 7, 2023

If I should forget thee, Failestine! And the tarnished hand.

The SDNY DA got elected behind a promise to go after Trump.  Voters wanted her to do that.

When asked about a future dictatorship by Shane, Don flubbed the question, I presume, intentionally so to sustain this cockeyed political argument.

Mar a Lago is worth a plate of beans to me, and not much more.

Dick Morris talking about, "but it was a victimless crime."  But a crime, though, right?  You did admit that on a national news network, that it was a crime that Trump committed.

"First you sayin' that you wanna step to me, now ya ass is screamin' for the deputy...."

Failestine, proudly raping and wooping it up, and now, hiding in the tunnels while the civilians suffer.  No amount of aid from France makes it right.

Failestine, I says, the Conquered Land, the Star Wars Cantina, the dregs of countries which themselves are already dregs themselves, the international rubbish and refuse, the darlings of so many college professors, led by oil billionaires, mayhap, and angry preachers.


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