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August 12, 2017
Mr. Flying Trump Monkey Goes Nuclear
VIETNAM - Lyndon Johnson and Richard Nixon.
1.3 million dead including 58,000 US soldiers.
AFGHANISTAN and IRAQ - George W. Bush.
Nearly 500,000 estimated Iraqi deaths including 4,802 coalition forces.
26,000 estimated Afghani deaths including 3,407 coalition forces.
Not one of the American military casualties in those conflicts died defending their own country. The poor bastards died defending the vanities of three very incompetent politicians.
It only took America a half-a-century to evolve from one of the heroes of WWII into the biggest threat to world peace today. The most powerful arsenal known to man is simply incompatible in the hands of mediocre politicians completely out of their depth with world history.
Now Mr. Flying Trump Monkey is playing with atomic matches and pissing lighter fluid on a nuclear North Korea and an imploding Venezuela.
Did we already mention that America is the biggest threat to peace in the world today?
Might we also suggest that the world would be better off if Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon and George W. Bush had never been born?
In the on deck circle - reality TV actor Donald Trump.
1.3 million dead including 58,000 US soldiers.
AFGHANISTAN and IRAQ - George W. Bush.
Nearly 500,000 estimated Iraqi deaths including 4,802 coalition forces.
26,000 estimated Afghani deaths including 3,407 coalition forces.
Not one of the American military casualties in those conflicts died defending their own country. The poor bastards died defending the vanities of three very incompetent politicians.
It only took America a half-a-century to evolve from one of the heroes of WWII into the biggest threat to world peace today. The most powerful arsenal known to man is simply incompatible in the hands of mediocre politicians completely out of their depth with world history.
Now Mr. Flying Trump Monkey is playing with atomic matches and pissing lighter fluid on a nuclear North Korea and an imploding Venezuela.
Did we already mention that America is the biggest threat to peace in the world today?
Might we also suggest that the world would be better off if Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon and George W. Bush had never been born?
In the on deck circle - reality TV actor Donald Trump.
July 6, 2017
Comrade Trump Finally Meets Secret Agent Putin
President Donald Trump warily closed the door behind him. This was his first meeting with secret agent Putin. Vlad was already waiting for him, standing behind a sofa with that dangerous, cold war smirk on his face. Looking downwards, as though he were busy speaking to someone on the floor, he cautioned Trump to wait.
"I have beeg, beeg surprise for you Comrade Trumpski," grinned the Russian maliciously.
"Another surprise? Wasn't that election enough? All I wanted was a couple of years of primary election limelight and you ruin it all for me by hacking Hillary and getting me elected President, you Russian bastard! Why couldn't you leave a professional attention-whore alone? I don't need a full-time job! Never did! It isn't fair and I'm certainly not used to living in a shantytown slum like Washington D.C. with all all those dumbass, government fruit flies!"
"Be nice. I have beeg, beeg surprise for you. I theenk you like beeg time," smiled Vlad.
"What was wrong with Hillary, anyway? She never said anything bad about you,'" moaned Trump.
"Hillary geeve me beeg, beeg creepskis, Comrade. I should get Nobel Peace Prize since world not have to look at her face every night after dinner. They geeve one to Obama for much less."
"What did Obama win a Peace Prize for?"
"Who knows?'"
"Maybe his NCAA basketball picks?"
"No, I theenk maybee, transgender restrooms."
"Now that makes sense. What kind of Commander-in-Chief wins a Peace Prize anyway? I'm a fighter!"
"Careful Comrade, Trumpski. Nobody afraid of America anymore. Whole world know America nothing but fooking Snowflakes and fooking Pajama Boyz. America nothing but fooking poossies! No more John Wayne! Be careful what you weesh for. Kim might nuke Waikiki Beach just for hell of it! No more Hawaii Five-O!"
"Nukes! Shhh! Keep it down, Vlad! Keep it down, will ya'? Jeez!"
"That what happen when you lose control of universities, Comrade Trumpski. You get nothing but Snowflakes and Pajama Boyz! We used to own your professors from Harvard to Berkeley. Every lecture, they worship at the Church of Red Square and Lenin's tomb. What hell happen, Trumpski? "
"Television."
"Da, Comrade, da! Television! Fooking television! Fooking opiate of fooking masses!"
"Careful, Vlad. You're talking to a big TV star, a beeg, beeg star."
"I have a star for you, Comrade Trumpski." Putin triumphantly ambled around the sofa leading a very familiar looking, bearded man on the end of a leash walking on all fours like a dog. His man-dog was wearing a blue dress and knee pads.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to get me impeached, Vlad? Americans don't own human pets."
"You mean to tell me, Comrade Trumpski, you not own Wolf Blitzer and CNN after all those crazy tweets?"
"Oh my God! You've taken Wolf Blitzer prisoner! Let Wolfie go Vlad. I'll just get into a whole lot of trouble with Ann Landers."
'"Ann Landers dead already. Not to worry, Comrade. Theese one not Blitzer. Only Blitzer lookalike. My Generals find heem wandering around Eastern Ukraine last summer. Geeve heem to me for early Christmas present."
"What do you feed him?"
"Fake news. Hahaha!"
"Good one, Vlad. I laugh at my own jokes too. Why the blue dress?"
"Same exact dress Monica wear when on knees with Bill Clinton. KGB say Blitzer always borrow Monica blue dress when he get on knees to interview Bill Clinton and Barack Obama.
"Wow! Your KGB boys are good, real good!" said Trump, taking Wolfie-Blue-Dress by the leash.
"You owe me one, Comrade Trumpski."
"Owe you one what?"
"You have to teach me how to tweet late at night like bat-sheet-crazy man!"
"Vlad," Trump dropped Wolfie's leash in order to swing an imaginary seven iron, holding his pose like Ben Hogan until the ball bounced onto the green, "I'll teach you how to tweet like a fooking pro!"
"Zooper Dooper, Comrade Trumpski!"
"You know, Vlad, I think I feel an interview coming on!" smiled the President of the United States of America, putting his arm around his new best Comrade and drawing him uncomfortably closer. "A beeg, beeg one! Hahaha!"
"Don't tell Hillary dat," whispered Putin, nervously shaking his head. "KGB tell me she steel peesed about Monica."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oacel...
For the sake of continuity, I have pasted Parts 2 & 3 that appear in the comments below here:
TWO:
Well, as all good GR readers know by now, Trump and Putin held a second, secret meeting since our last report when the Russian presented the American President with a familiar-looking "journalist" wearing a blue dress and walking around on all fours like a dog. (see above)
Here is but a partial transcript of that second meeting provided by the unusually reliable, Bonjour Amigos Pooper Scooper, with more to follow…
This time Putin entered the room first to find Trump already seated on the sofa. Some PC cynics are already calling it a love seat and have sent fabric samples to the MIT lab for analysis. Appropriately, Mr. Flying Trump Monkey patted the empty space to his left and Putin obediently settled in for a little secret face-to-face, but he noticed something was missing.
"Where is dog, Comrade Trumpski?"
"Blue Dress Blitzer got so fat from all the fake news we've been feeding him that we couldn't find another dress to cover him up with."
"Tank you, Comrade. Vat has beeen seen can neever be unseen. Vat about KGB replica of Monica 's blues dress?"
"With the KGB connection to Monica's blue dress, we knew we had a winner. We put it on eBay to raise a little advertising cash to repeal Obamacare by threatening rebellious Republicans with public castration. Hillary bought it for 56.5 million and now the FBI, the CIA and the NSA inform us that she plans to release it in the near future in an attempt to exonerate Bill of his responsibility for all those nasty cigars and Oval Office BJ's. Now she is going to blame it all on your boys over at the KGB. You just know that the PC media wankers and atheists will eat that one up like chocolate communion wafers."
"No sheet! That shameless beech stop at nothing. I tell you last time, she steel peesed about Monica. Where she get money? Selling White House china last time they leave town?"
"No, she got it from the Saudis, as usual. Same bastards who gave her the millions so she and her white-trash hubby could live large among the trust funder pipsqueaks in the Hamptons."
"What Saudis get in return since she not in White House as promised? Make no sense."
"That's we we can't figure out, Vlad. Our boys came up empty. Anything you and your KGB boys can provide would be a big help in putting this bitch behind bars for selling out her country to a foreign power a second time."
"Comrade Trumpski," Vlad lowered his voice earnestly, "I promise, we find answer. Russia have all the best answers."
"Best answers? Say, Vlad, can your boys give me something to tame this orange sagebrush growing out of my skull?"
...to be continued?
THREE:
Flash ! The unusually reliable Bonjour Amigos Pooper Scooper has just released another transcript from the secret meeting between Trump and Putin.
Putin was still gazing in wonderment at the scraggly golden halo flowing out of Mr. Flying Trump Monkey's puckered head when the President suddenly leaned forward.
"It's a lonely world up here at the top, but I feel I can trust you Vlad." Putin leaned backwards, afraid that Trump was going to attack him with one of his weird handshakes. "I have a secret."
"You not run for second term."
"How the hell did you know that? I haven't told anyone, not even Ivanka.
"KGB tell me yesterday."
"Unbelievable. And I suppose they told you why?"
"Of course Comrade Trumpski. KGB boys tell me you want publeeceety like TV celeebreety again, not poleeteecal scum."
'Exactly! I never wanted to get elected. I'm just an old-fashioned attention whore. Look at all the free publicity I got for more than two years. It didn't cost me a penny. Then the roof fell in when the bozos actually voted me."
"Maybee," snickered, Vlad to himself, "maybee not."
"I may even resign tomorrow and go back to television with my newest great hit, "Dancing With The President."
"Sounds zooper dooper, Comrade Trumpski."
"Every week, we follow three beautiful babes nervously preparing for their big, big, big dance with former President Trump. And you'll like this Vlad, after my dance with each contestant, I stand aside, pause for an eternity and then, like Caesar, give the babe a royal thumbs up or a thumbs down. What do you think, Vlad?"
"Zooper dooper! Russia have millions and millions of beautiful beeches! I send you soom to dance veeth you, Comrade Trumpski."
"I knew I liked you, Vlad."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7_ZL...
* GR readers, the unusually reliable Bonjour Amigos Pooper Scooper has not informed us of any more impending transcripts.
"I have beeg, beeg surprise for you Comrade Trumpski," grinned the Russian maliciously.
"Another surprise? Wasn't that election enough? All I wanted was a couple of years of primary election limelight and you ruin it all for me by hacking Hillary and getting me elected President, you Russian bastard! Why couldn't you leave a professional attention-whore alone? I don't need a full-time job! Never did! It isn't fair and I'm certainly not used to living in a shantytown slum like Washington D.C. with all all those dumbass, government fruit flies!"
"Be nice. I have beeg, beeg surprise for you. I theenk you like beeg time," smiled Vlad.
"What was wrong with Hillary, anyway? She never said anything bad about you,'" moaned Trump.
"Hillary geeve me beeg, beeg creepskis, Comrade. I should get Nobel Peace Prize since world not have to look at her face every night after dinner. They geeve one to Obama for much less."
"What did Obama win a Peace Prize for?"
"Who knows?'"
"Maybe his NCAA basketball picks?"
"No, I theenk maybee, transgender restrooms."
"Now that makes sense. What kind of Commander-in-Chief wins a Peace Prize anyway? I'm a fighter!"
"Careful Comrade, Trumpski. Nobody afraid of America anymore. Whole world know America nothing but fooking Snowflakes and fooking Pajama Boyz. America nothing but fooking poossies! No more John Wayne! Be careful what you weesh for. Kim might nuke Waikiki Beach just for hell of it! No more Hawaii Five-O!"
"Nukes! Shhh! Keep it down, Vlad! Keep it down, will ya'? Jeez!"
"That what happen when you lose control of universities, Comrade Trumpski. You get nothing but Snowflakes and Pajama Boyz! We used to own your professors from Harvard to Berkeley. Every lecture, they worship at the Church of Red Square and Lenin's tomb. What hell happen, Trumpski? "
"Television."
"Da, Comrade, da! Television! Fooking television! Fooking opiate of fooking masses!"
"Careful, Vlad. You're talking to a big TV star, a beeg, beeg star."
"I have a star for you, Comrade Trumpski." Putin triumphantly ambled around the sofa leading a very familiar looking, bearded man on the end of a leash walking on all fours like a dog. His man-dog was wearing a blue dress and knee pads.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to get me impeached, Vlad? Americans don't own human pets."
"You mean to tell me, Comrade Trumpski, you not own Wolf Blitzer and CNN after all those crazy tweets?"
"Oh my God! You've taken Wolf Blitzer prisoner! Let Wolfie go Vlad. I'll just get into a whole lot of trouble with Ann Landers."
'"Ann Landers dead already. Not to worry, Comrade. Theese one not Blitzer. Only Blitzer lookalike. My Generals find heem wandering around Eastern Ukraine last summer. Geeve heem to me for early Christmas present."
"What do you feed him?"
"Fake news. Hahaha!"
"Good one, Vlad. I laugh at my own jokes too. Why the blue dress?"
"Same exact dress Monica wear when on knees with Bill Clinton. KGB say Blitzer always borrow Monica blue dress when he get on knees to interview Bill Clinton and Barack Obama.
"Wow! Your KGB boys are good, real good!" said Trump, taking Wolfie-Blue-Dress by the leash.
"You owe me one, Comrade Trumpski."
"Owe you one what?"
"You have to teach me how to tweet late at night like bat-sheet-crazy man!"
"Vlad," Trump dropped Wolfie's leash in order to swing an imaginary seven iron, holding his pose like Ben Hogan until the ball bounced onto the green, "I'll teach you how to tweet like a fooking pro!"
"Zooper Dooper, Comrade Trumpski!"
"You know, Vlad, I think I feel an interview coming on!" smiled the President of the United States of America, putting his arm around his new best Comrade and drawing him uncomfortably closer. "A beeg, beeg one! Hahaha!"
"Don't tell Hillary dat," whispered Putin, nervously shaking his head. "KGB tell me she steel peesed about Monica."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oacel...
For the sake of continuity, I have pasted Parts 2 & 3 that appear in the comments below here:
TWO:
Well, as all good GR readers know by now, Trump and Putin held a second, secret meeting since our last report when the Russian presented the American President with a familiar-looking "journalist" wearing a blue dress and walking around on all fours like a dog. (see above)
Here is but a partial transcript of that second meeting provided by the unusually reliable, Bonjour Amigos Pooper Scooper, with more to follow…
This time Putin entered the room first to find Trump already seated on the sofa. Some PC cynics are already calling it a love seat and have sent fabric samples to the MIT lab for analysis. Appropriately, Mr. Flying Trump Monkey patted the empty space to his left and Putin obediently settled in for a little secret face-to-face, but he noticed something was missing.
"Where is dog, Comrade Trumpski?"
"Blue Dress Blitzer got so fat from all the fake news we've been feeding him that we couldn't find another dress to cover him up with."
"Tank you, Comrade. Vat has beeen seen can neever be unseen. Vat about KGB replica of Monica 's blues dress?"
"With the KGB connection to Monica's blue dress, we knew we had a winner. We put it on eBay to raise a little advertising cash to repeal Obamacare by threatening rebellious Republicans with public castration. Hillary bought it for 56.5 million and now the FBI, the CIA and the NSA inform us that she plans to release it in the near future in an attempt to exonerate Bill of his responsibility for all those nasty cigars and Oval Office BJ's. Now she is going to blame it all on your boys over at the KGB. You just know that the PC media wankers and atheists will eat that one up like chocolate communion wafers."
"No sheet! That shameless beech stop at nothing. I tell you last time, she steel peesed about Monica. Where she get money? Selling White House china last time they leave town?"
"No, she got it from the Saudis, as usual. Same bastards who gave her the millions so she and her white-trash hubby could live large among the trust funder pipsqueaks in the Hamptons."
"What Saudis get in return since she not in White House as promised? Make no sense."
"That's we we can't figure out, Vlad. Our boys came up empty. Anything you and your KGB boys can provide would be a big help in putting this bitch behind bars for selling out her country to a foreign power a second time."
"Comrade Trumpski," Vlad lowered his voice earnestly, "I promise, we find answer. Russia have all the best answers."
"Best answers? Say, Vlad, can your boys give me something to tame this orange sagebrush growing out of my skull?"
...to be continued?
THREE:
Flash ! The unusually reliable Bonjour Amigos Pooper Scooper has just released another transcript from the secret meeting between Trump and Putin.
Putin was still gazing in wonderment at the scraggly golden halo flowing out of Mr. Flying Trump Monkey's puckered head when the President suddenly leaned forward.
"It's a lonely world up here at the top, but I feel I can trust you Vlad." Putin leaned backwards, afraid that Trump was going to attack him with one of his weird handshakes. "I have a secret."
"You not run for second term."
"How the hell did you know that? I haven't told anyone, not even Ivanka.
"KGB tell me yesterday."
"Unbelievable. And I suppose they told you why?"
"Of course Comrade Trumpski. KGB boys tell me you want publeeceety like TV celeebreety again, not poleeteecal scum."
'Exactly! I never wanted to get elected. I'm just an old-fashioned attention whore. Look at all the free publicity I got for more than two years. It didn't cost me a penny. Then the roof fell in when the bozos actually voted me."
"Maybee," snickered, Vlad to himself, "maybee not."
"I may even resign tomorrow and go back to television with my newest great hit, "Dancing With The President."
"Sounds zooper dooper, Comrade Trumpski."
"Every week, we follow three beautiful babes nervously preparing for their big, big, big dance with former President Trump. And you'll like this Vlad, after my dance with each contestant, I stand aside, pause for an eternity and then, like Caesar, give the babe a royal thumbs up or a thumbs down. What do you think, Vlad?"
"Zooper dooper! Russia have millions and millions of beautiful beeches! I send you soom to dance veeth you, Comrade Trumpski."
"I knew I liked you, Vlad."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7_ZL...
* GR readers, the unusually reliable Bonjour Amigos Pooper Scooper has not informed us of any more impending transcripts.
July 4, 2017
A Contrarian Fourth of July
The Fourth of July is considered America's birthday. It is a holiday of picnics and fireworks. The politicians go out in search of parades to pat themselves on the back while proclaiming how great and special this nation is, how lucky we are to be living in paradise.
The midwives to this 18th century miracle birth were an unusual collection of independent minds far ahead of their times who found compromise with one another. America has not seen so many leaders of their stature in one place and time ever since.
In between the fireworks, the beer and the hoopla, one wonder what Washington, Franklin, Jefferson, Adams, Madison and Hamilton would think about the wars in Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan.
How would they compare their small, brave nation that pried its independence loose from a world power to the America that now projects military power into every corner of the world?
What would these devout libertarians think of the CIA, the NSA and the FBI?
What would Washington, Jefferson and Adams think of Whacky Bush Doodle, Snoop Dogg Barry Obama and Mr. Flying Trump Monkey?
Would these impressive founders shake their heads in disbelief or cheer at what they saw?
The midwives to this 18th century miracle birth were an unusual collection of independent minds far ahead of their times who found compromise with one another. America has not seen so many leaders of their stature in one place and time ever since.
In between the fireworks, the beer and the hoopla, one wonder what Washington, Franklin, Jefferson, Adams, Madison and Hamilton would think about the wars in Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan.
How would they compare their small, brave nation that pried its independence loose from a world power to the America that now projects military power into every corner of the world?
What would these devout libertarians think of the CIA, the NSA and the FBI?
What would Washington, Jefferson and Adams think of Whacky Bush Doodle, Snoop Dogg Barry Obama and Mr. Flying Trump Monkey?
Would these impressive founders shake their heads in disbelief or cheer at what they saw?
July 3, 2017
Is This Where PlayStation Pajama Boyz Come From?
No silly, those PlayStation Pajama Boyz growing up in the bubble-wrapped suburbs are not found under a cabbage leaf! According to a study from the University of Exeter, a fifth of all male fish are becoming transgender from exposure to contraceptive chemicals being flushed down household drains.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/...
Is this where PlayStation Pajama Boyz come from?
Just saying...then wondering...
Where do PC Snowflakes come from?
Stay tuned...
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/...
Is this where PlayStation Pajama Boyz come from?
Just saying...then wondering...
Where do PC Snowflakes come from?
Stay tuned...
July 2, 2017
Trump versus the Media versus Marx ( as in Groucho)
One of the funniest comedy routines in modern memory is the ongoing sketch between the bat-shit crazy Mr. Flying Trump Monkey and the neo-Nazi, PC Snowflakes and Pajama Boyz representing America's elite, spank-wanking media.
If you have a chosen side in this ruckus then all of this must be painfully embarrassing.
For those of us with loftier standards, it is as delightfully slapstick as anything by the Marx Brothers.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4-pe...
If you have a chosen side in this ruckus then all of this must be painfully embarrassing.
For those of us with loftier standards, it is as delightfully slapstick as anything by the Marx Brothers.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4-pe...
June 27, 2017
Something is Missing or Looking in all the Wrong Places
Not one woman came to mind. Not one. I ruthlessly scavenged every near and distant memory and yet not one women came to mind who would appreciate this magical song as much as I do. Not one.
Apparently, I have been looking in all the wrong places.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miDlQ...
Apparently, I have been looking in all the wrong places.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miDlQ...
June 23, 2017
What is Worse than Worst?
With Obamacare, Americans have the worst healthcare system in the Western world. Could it get any worse? Oh yes! Just leave it to the Republican ducksquats!
They have brought forth a bill that will repeal the financially ailing Obamacare and institute a system that is even worse. Much worse. How could anyone possibly come up with anything worse than Obamacare? Republican ducksquats, that's who!
This Republican sour joke will never pass. Obamacare will continue to crumble.
Maybe in 2020 some inspired soul will get elected running on a platform of single-payer, nationalized healthcare for every citizen and America will join the ranks of civilized countries?
“The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected.”
― G. K. Chesterton
They have brought forth a bill that will repeal the financially ailing Obamacare and institute a system that is even worse. Much worse. How could anyone possibly come up with anything worse than Obamacare? Republican ducksquats, that's who!
This Republican sour joke will never pass. Obamacare will continue to crumble.
Maybe in 2020 some inspired soul will get elected running on a platform of single-payer, nationalized healthcare for every citizen and America will join the ranks of civilized countries?
“The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected.”
― G. K. Chesterton
May 13, 2017
The NSA Ransomware Perps
A worldwide cyberattack using software developed by America's creeper-peeper spies at the NSA is demanding $300 or more to unlock data from the infected computers before a near-pending deadline.
It is estimated that the perps could bag over ONE BILLION DOLLARS!
Who is the real perp of record here, the NSA who gave birth to the software or the hijackers? Psssssssssssst...they could actually be some and the same, could they not?
It should come as no surprise that since the scum at the NSA violate every American's Fourth Amendment protections on a daily basis that Bonjour Amigos points its stinkfinger at America's Gestapo/KGB/STASI, the NSA.
Here's to you, NSA boys and girls! FCK OFF!
It is estimated that the perps could bag over ONE BILLION DOLLARS!
Who is the real perp of record here, the NSA who gave birth to the software or the hijackers? Psssssssssssst...they could actually be some and the same, could they not?
It should come as no surprise that since the scum at the NSA violate every American's Fourth Amendment protections on a daily basis that Bonjour Amigos points its stinkfinger at America's Gestapo/KGB/STASI, the NSA.
Here's to you, NSA boys and girls! FCK OFF!
May 9, 2017
Hello, Zombie America!
After sixteen painful years of Whacky Bush Doodle and Snoop Dogg Barry Obama, those two little punks with scant accomplishment in the world of grown-ups consistently wetting their pants and playing with matches in The White House, November 8, 2016 marked the day that America was finally conceded a respite.
A respite? No, an unforgivable choice between bat-shit Crazy Donald Trump and pig-shit evil Hillary Clinton. That date marked the official death knoll for the last, tattered shreds of American decency and the joyous birth announcement of that Spawn of Satan, little Zombie America.
Please give Doodle and Snoopy an assist as midwives for this creeping creature from the deep.
Today, this newly released, hilarious three penny opera reached unforeseen heights of hilarity when Mr. Trump Monkey dismissed FBI Director Comey, the man the PC spank wankers in the media have been ceaselessly blaming for Pilloried Hillary's stunning, embarrassing, unforeseen, unforgiven,un-American defeat.
But please, forgive the PC spank wankers at the NYT, WaPo and CNN for momentarily being a little tongue-tied with their own hypocrisy. It is a Gordian knot that they are puzzling over and they have to work fast because their obedient minions are waiting for their marching orders.
As we speak, the spank wankers are holding an emergency meeting in their underground PC penthouse to agree on the official PC narrative to present to their obedient following of PC Snowflakes and PlayStation Pajama Boyz.
In the meantime, Bonjour Amigos is impatiently awaiting Pilloried Hillary's response to this ominous event from her lavish estate in the Hamptons provided for her and her faithfully unfaithful Hubby, Billy Willy Dilly, by the generosity of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia so that the white trash Clintons could live large among the trust-funder pipsqueaks they admire so much and give the Kingdom a little political kickback from a Hillary White House. What might have been? What could have been, were it not for Comey?
As for Mr. Comey, himself? Well, when the Director responded to FBI eavesdropping violations by summarily vetoing every American's Fourth Amendment protections with the comment that individual privacy can no longer exist in these modern times of the internet, we might forgive Mr. Trump Monkey his cranky trespasses if he were to slowly burn Comey alive at the stake with his personal choice of smokey BBQ sauce.
But that is just the humble opinion of Bonjour Amigos and as everyone knows, "We Like Ike!"
Hello, Zombie America! Home of the screeching troop of Trump Monkeys, PC Snowflakes and PlayStation Pajama Boyz!
What might have been without Bush, Obama, Hillary and Trump and...Comey?
A respite? No, an unforgivable choice between bat-shit Crazy Donald Trump and pig-shit evil Hillary Clinton. That date marked the official death knoll for the last, tattered shreds of American decency and the joyous birth announcement of that Spawn of Satan, little Zombie America.
Please give Doodle and Snoopy an assist as midwives for this creeping creature from the deep.
Today, this newly released, hilarious three penny opera reached unforeseen heights of hilarity when Mr. Trump Monkey dismissed FBI Director Comey, the man the PC spank wankers in the media have been ceaselessly blaming for Pilloried Hillary's stunning, embarrassing, unforeseen, unforgiven,un-American defeat.
But please, forgive the PC spank wankers at the NYT, WaPo and CNN for momentarily being a little tongue-tied with their own hypocrisy. It is a Gordian knot that they are puzzling over and they have to work fast because their obedient minions are waiting for their marching orders.
As we speak, the spank wankers are holding an emergency meeting in their underground PC penthouse to agree on the official PC narrative to present to their obedient following of PC Snowflakes and PlayStation Pajama Boyz.
In the meantime, Bonjour Amigos is impatiently awaiting Pilloried Hillary's response to this ominous event from her lavish estate in the Hamptons provided for her and her faithfully unfaithful Hubby, Billy Willy Dilly, by the generosity of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia so that the white trash Clintons could live large among the trust-funder pipsqueaks they admire so much and give the Kingdom a little political kickback from a Hillary White House. What might have been? What could have been, were it not for Comey?
As for Mr. Comey, himself? Well, when the Director responded to FBI eavesdropping violations by summarily vetoing every American's Fourth Amendment protections with the comment that individual privacy can no longer exist in these modern times of the internet, we might forgive Mr. Trump Monkey his cranky trespasses if he were to slowly burn Comey alive at the stake with his personal choice of smokey BBQ sauce.
But that is just the humble opinion of Bonjour Amigos and as everyone knows, "We Like Ike!"
Hello, Zombie America! Home of the screeching troop of Trump Monkeys, PC Snowflakes and PlayStation Pajama Boyz!
What might have been without Bush, Obama, Hillary and Trump and...Comey?
May 2, 2017
Easy Forget-The-Fruit Sangria
2 cups pomegranate juice
2 cups tart cherry juice
1 cup brandy or cognac
1 bottle dry Riesling
Chill and serve over ice
2 cups tart cherry juice
1 cup brandy or cognac
1 bottle dry Riesling
Chill and serve over ice
