Splount

Oh no, they realize they might not have complete control over their little world! Heavens to murgatroyd!

When listening to pundits on cable opinion shows, you hear a lot of confusion as to why the orange turd is saying these incendiary things daily instead of appealing to moderate voters in various demographics. “Why is his campaign doing this?!?!?”

Well, he’s not appealing to swing voters because he preemptively needs his base hyped up and ready to burn the whole house down. In his mind it doesn’t matter who votes for what. He just needs it close. Let Roger Stone and chaos take care of the rest.

I’m voting today. Make sure you do so in the next week.

I have a song I sing whenever I see a Cybertruck. It’s sung in a low, gravelly, MANLY voice. The lyrics go like this:

Cybertruck! I’m a douchbag with too much mon-eey. Cyberbruck! I’m a fan-boy making bad decisions! My mon-eey makes me cool. Look at me compensating! etc…etc

Does anyone remember how, back in the early 2000s, some people would take picture of their hand flipping off a Hummer they saw on the street? I’m getting a similar vibe.

Sure, the new trucks look like a Dollar Store version of the Beluga cargo plane but I don’t care. They don’t require 57 mirrors, have backup cameras, are much more fuel efficient, have A/C, the list goes on! Even the new Metris is a million times better than any LLV or FFV simply for the lack of exhaust you end up breathing.

Let’s leave that up to the states.

We can only hope it’s the beginning of the end for that caldron of toxic positivity!

I’m a carrier for the US Postal Service. Yes, people actually buy stuff off of Temu. You can always tell it’s from Temu because it looks like a ball of tape. Large ball, small ball…doesn’t matter…it’s Temu.

As I walked out one evening by W.H. Auden

https://poets.org/poem/i-walked-out-one-evening

Or for the lazy who want to hear the poet himself read it:

The why is that long ago, when I was in college in Maine, my girlfriend’s English step-dad read it to his wife after attempting to prove he was American by driving their VW Jetta around the garden in the snow. Alcohol was involved and when everyone assembled finally convinced Tony to come back inside, an English teacher friend compelled him to read a poem as proof that he had come to terms with the car stuck in the snow out back. A life-long fan of Auden he chose As I Walked Out One Evening. As it opens, the imagery and fantastic feats of love are obviously spoken by a young man, but “time coughs when you would kiss” signalling that “time will have his fancy, tomorrow or today.” You can break down what it means to you but the undeniably great lines I continue to quote on a weekly basis, albeit in my head so as not to annoy others. As I get older I stare in the basin and wonder what I’ve missed, but I also know that I will love my best friend, and wife 'till the salmon sing in the street.

From what I have read, conditions of his release from the other trials include not committing ANY crime. Criminal contempt triggers this and Judge Chutkin is the most likely to jail him. Now…odds on that ACTUALLY happening…

Oh no! Now where are people going to go to get their Disneyfied understanding of the most translated and published book in history?

But more to the point, what is the NEXT religious-themed grift coming round the mountain?

I guess he finally go the message that God doesn’t want him to be President. God seems to want Trump.

Or maybe…just maybe…God doesn’t have anything to do with it.

Boo hoo! Cry me a river.

Maybe next time have enough sense to not toss in with traitors. Powell is despicable but she is now a useful idiot.

We can only hope it’s the beginning of the end for that caldron of toxic positivity!