Wake Me (Or Shoot Me) When It’s Over
There are myriad reasons
to gnash one’s teeth, binge drink, break down sobbing at a moment’s notice
and/or bang one’s head with great vigor against a random wall. I will not
attempt to list them all, or even a significant fraction…I doubt I have enough
time left on this plane of existence for such Sisyphusian task. There is however
one glaring incursion on reality and sanity that has my knickers twisted to the
point of asphyxiation.
Tied Up In Nots
This should not be
happening.
Current President
Joe Biden and disgraced, twice-impeached, four-time-indicted (so far), failed
insurrection leader and Fifth-Amendment-dependent ex-one-term-president Donald
Trump remain in a dead heat – emphasis on dead – in the run-up to the do-or-die
2024 presidential election, according to just about every poll. This despite
the fact that Trump gets indicted every week or so, will be embroiled in court
battles in at least four jurisdictions, has already been found liable for
sexually abusing and then defaming E. Jean Carroll (a judge later said
that New York’s legal definition of “rape” is “far narrower” than the word is
understood in “common modern parlance”), constantly kisses Vladimir Putin’s
ass, and is by all accounts the world’s biggest douchebag.
This should not be possible.
Many people remain
concerned that Biden – who is known to eat actual adult food and exercise
regularly – is too old to continue being the most positively impactful
president in decades. This despite the fact that Trump is only three years
younger than Biden, eats like a drunken frat-boy, believes exercise shortens
your life (he actually said as much), is twice the man Biden is, weight-wise, almost
died of COVID/stupidity, stared directly at a solar eclipse, and whose
intellectual claim to fame is being able name pictures of animals any child
would recognize and remember the words: person, woman, man, camera, tv – and
bragged about it like he had just rid the world of cancer…or himself.
In
case you’ve forgotten or just need a good laugh/cry/ulcer…
Freak
out…
I
mean, Peace Out.
This has been your Paying Attention™ Fraught
For The Day.
You're welcome.
What has you fraught for the day?
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