Senator "Crash" McVoid
At his own request, Senator "Crash" McVoid will be eulogized with a lot of tearful, boob tube doo-doo this weekend from two of America's doo-doo aces, our resident war criminal, Whacky Bush Doodles and Barry Dogg Obama, blessed be his name, the Pink Pansy of the all-knowing pajama boys inhabiting the politically correct aurora borealis like drone bees awaiting Her Majesty's summons for that once-in-a-lifetime zinger while the worker bees down below carry on with their everyday chores that make the beehive function.
Crash, who graduated last in his class at the Naval Academy and smashed at least two training planes while practicing his nimble skills was nonetheless given a combat plane to strut his manly stuff with in Vietnam, but hey, there are no indelible demerits when Daddy is an Admiral. Besides, the Vietnamese won their long-sought independence from foreign intervention so why bring up that ugly, historical footnote in the first place?
Eventually, McVoid became a Senator from Arizona leaving behind a lifetime legacy of unceasing mediocrity worthy of his scholarly achievements. His signature foreign policy drumbeat was projecting American military force into every irrelevant nook-and-cranny of the world that posed absolutely no threat, what-so-ever, to any American family peaceably barbecuing their burgers anywhere between Portland Oregon and Portland, Maine. Better safe than sorry, as the clueless often say.
Well, this is the negative infinity that has become America and this McVoid is a void that will be hard to fill, but we are confident that Doodles and Barry Dogg have the right stuff to rev-up the phony baloney with some magic boney phaloney for the boob tube cameras servicing the nose-pickers at home that gave up reading books two generations ago.
The only tragedy is that this vaudeville seance of national magnitude will not be a graveside service where Doodles and Barry Dogg might just trip over their teleprompters and stumble into the open hole of eternity along with their new BFF, Crash.
Crash, who graduated last in his class at the Naval Academy and smashed at least two training planes while practicing his nimble skills was nonetheless given a combat plane to strut his manly stuff with in Vietnam, but hey, there are no indelible demerits when Daddy is an Admiral. Besides, the Vietnamese won their long-sought independence from foreign intervention so why bring up that ugly, historical footnote in the first place?
Eventually, McVoid became a Senator from Arizona leaving behind a lifetime legacy of unceasing mediocrity worthy of his scholarly achievements. His signature foreign policy drumbeat was projecting American military force into every irrelevant nook-and-cranny of the world that posed absolutely no threat, what-so-ever, to any American family peaceably barbecuing their burgers anywhere between Portland Oregon and Portland, Maine. Better safe than sorry, as the clueless often say.
Well, this is the negative infinity that has become America and this McVoid is a void that will be hard to fill, but we are confident that Doodles and Barry Dogg have the right stuff to rev-up the phony baloney with some magic boney phaloney for the boob tube cameras servicing the nose-pickers at home that gave up reading books two generations ago.
The only tragedy is that this vaudeville seance of national magnitude will not be a graveside service where Doodles and Barry Dogg might just trip over their teleprompters and stumble into the open hole of eternity along with their new BFF, Crash.
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Some Russians really don't like McCain, an American sort of Cato.https://russia-insider.com/en/politic...
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The Russians? The PC media wankers have been licking McVoid's butt of mediocrity all this week because he had a recent spat with His Hindness, The Donald, while over the previous two decades, these very same media wankers scorned their new BFF, Crash, at the top of their lungs. Does that mean they have something in common with the Russian Bigfoot Meddlers misleading the social media nose-pickers?
Why bother? The PC pajama boys hear what the want to hear and read what they want to hear dictated to them.
The PC media wankers are in such a tizzy today. Their pretty pink panties are all bunched-up with delight in their lead sentence over who was and was not invited to this celebration of a tireless champion of mediocrity featuring smothering eulogies from both Whacky Bush Doodles and Barry Dogg Obama. If anyone can deliver an insincere eulogy from both sides of their mouths, it is these two whackos.From these blasting media exultations, one might conclude that McVoid's single, biggest accomplishment in his entire career has been excluding His Hindness, The Donald, from this holy, boob tube seance for the nose-pickers at home.
Which only goes to prove that a very boring, forgettable man can reach heroic heights of national acclaim by insulting a very loud and pompous idiot.
Ahhh, the outhouse of American politics and media! You gotta love it!
McCain eulogies and "celebrations" were more a way to express the hate towards the absent Donald.http://thehill.com/homenews/news/4047...
https://www.newyorker.com/news/letter...
The PC pajama boys only hear what they want to hear when they want to hear it. It has been hilarious to witness how the PC media wankers rebranded their former villain, Crash McCain, into a "statesman" of world ranking in order to assault His Hindness, President Daffy Quack Quack. Oh well, pink pajama boys will be pink pajama boys and the pompous Quacky will be the pompous Quacky.
It is wonderful entertainment when both sides of a mud wrestling event are willing of make complete fools of themselves. It makes the rest of us yokels feel that much more superior.
