Our mom used to say 'If you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing.' I, her first-born, have adapted that to read, 'If you don't have anything nice to say, sit next to me.'
The older I've become, the less tolerant I am of feebs and dweebs. When I look at the kakistocracy we have installed in the White House, I'm surprised there's any room left to sit near me. But as it happens, many of my fellow Americans are not at a loss for words when it comes to the Fanta Fuhrer.
And those are just the words you can use in front of children. I suspect the pejoratives really get intense after a few more tariffs, ICE Neighborhood sweeps, or watching the elderly clip coupons for dog food as Social Security disappears. As for the Veterans Administration, two words: buh-bye.
And yet there's a constant core of voters who stick with Donny Dorito through thick and thin. They hang on his every word, despite how hateful and hurtful so many of them are. No matter what. I used to believe they were misunderstood but I suspect they are Red-Hatted Zombies who have been terminally gaslit.
Cannot wait for tomorrow to get here.
-bill kenny
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