What the
fuck is that thing doing up on the roof?
I Am Not A Crock
August 12, 2025
It
makes me want to wallow in Watergate, revel in recollections, call a plumber
and just sit in silence for 18½ minutes.
But
here we are, saying goodbye at the station, summer vacation, is taking you
away. Have a good time, but remember, there is danger in the summer moon above.
Will I see you, in September, or lose you to a summer ICE raid because you got
so tan the overpaid*, under-trained, under-brained, masked morons racially
profiled you in error?
Bye,
bye, so long, farewell.
He's As Mad As A
Hatter And We're Not Going To Take This Anymore
The
Mad Bladder was wandering around the White House, got lost and ended up on the
roof. The press below yelled questions up to the mental-patient-in-chief who
shouted stuff no one could hear while making incomprehensible hand gestures,
before walking away, propelled by his horrific, high-velocity farts.
Here
some of the questions hurled up at Mr. Happy-Go-Fucky:
Sir,
why are you on the roof?
Mr.
President, what are you doing up there?
Come
down and talk to us.
Apparently
this fuckwad has nothing better to do that ruin the White House grounds with
masses of concrete where once was grass, having installed
grossly-overcompensating flagpoles, planning a complete unnecessary, unwanted
classlessly-garish over-sized ballroom and whatever he is planning to do to
ruin – more permanently – the rooftop he just stumbled around on. After all
that’s why we elect our presidents – so they can redecorate the White House.
All that other stuff is just for show.
Hey
America, get off my paved-over lawn
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*Did you know that thanks to Donnie’s Big Bad Bill making ICE one of the
largest armed forces in the world, they are paying new recruits up to $100,000
to make America white again? I shit you not.
This has been your Paying Attention™ Pic Of The Day.
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