Saddest bumper sticker ever: My Cat Votes Democrat. Yeah, I don’t see the FBI doing a panty raid on her behalf either. But just to reminisce a little. This is Trump and Melania handing out candy outside the White House, versus Obama hanging up ISIS flags to scare away trick or treaters. You want to know what Melania tastes like? Try some rocky candy kid. All Obama did was rebrand ISIS, ISIL, so they’d sound more startup friendly in the NY Times. Start spreading the news kid. Elon Musk in high school equals net zero bush. Without government subsidies, he’d be designing an organ harvesting app for China, called Fuck Mickey Mantle’s Liver, I’ve got a Uyghur one, total deplorable in the CCP’s eyes for half off. It’s in mint condition, because Turkish Muslims in China only drink tea anyway. Does Musk get his ball gags made in China to? If Musk stands up to Chinese censors, then I’m allergic to high end trim, the Clinton Foundation is a charitable foundation for others and Booger Nose Behar is the new Chief Happiness for Breitbart. Moonshots Galore, Mickey Mantle lives, Challah. Thank you very much.
In honor of Veterans Day, I schooled my kids on why Generation Z sucks compared to Nazi killers and the likes of Jesse Owens, who ran Hitler’s master race theory into the ground, without breaking a sweat over their triggered feelings of inferiority in the process, despite those ultra-efficient, Type A Aryan’s running like cranked up speed demons as if their state supplied crystal meth for Octoberfest was riding on it.
I add, “Millennial Mousketeers aren’t any better because half of them thought Trump was either the Anti-Christ or Hitler. First, sequels never live up to the original. Last, in the Bible part 2, Jesus kills the anti-Christ like a bearded Kyle Rittenhouse. So have some faith in the Jesus comeback story, won’t you people? If you still think Trumpy Poo is the Anti-Christ instead of the most popular replacement president of all time, Mr. Groper. Whose campaign rallies barely filled out Ariel’s clam shell bra. If Biden got the most votes off all time, Michelle Obama regretted pissing on the ceiling fan in the Lincoln bedroom minute before Trump’s inauguration. Hours later Trump gets a peed on for real this time from above, and says, “Melania, is this Michelle meant when she-hulk said, “When they go low, we aim high”.
Daughter replies, “You could’ve just asked Alexa to play God Bless the USA by Lee Greenwood on Veterans Day but God blessed you with the funny Jew bone for a reason Daddy.” USA, USA, USA!
Kneeling is spitting on Vets graves. Vets who are men of color, especially during Vietnam, who bled the same color as Biggie, Ron Kovic, even Hunter Biden, AKA, Sir Snort A Lot, assuming, he got a vicious nose bleed, from bad coke in some townie bar in Wilmington, Delaware, hearing last call from the bathroom stall.
Pro athletes in the sixties during Vietnam, couldn’t retire at 32 like Penny Hardaway but instead were forced to sell home owners insurance for All State for a living during the off-season, before ANTIFA attack premiums for homes with Trump 2020 flags went through the roof.
Kneeling isn’t about the flag. You’re right Steve Kerr. It’s about your own warped opinion on so call racial discrimination injustice, because getting paid guaranteed money in the NBA is so oppressive. Even if your guaranteed 100 million dollar contract leads to you you being a number pick bust like Greg Oden. Because spending more time posting dick picks, than working on your post moves down low, opting to flop it around like you just don’t care, is more oppressive than foot binding or those same Geisha’s walking out the knots on top of Greg Oden’s stress free back to add flowing extension to a reliable hook shot that never got off the ground either.
The flag is just a fake news patriotic prop, Pop. Tell that to a paratrooper in the 101st Airborne Division, known as Jimi Hendrix. Whose soul tantalizing, rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, blew your mind and sent shivers down your spine, making me proud to be an American, like when Whitney’s voice pierced through the clouds of Star Spangled Heaven.