3 May 2022 4:09 am
The latest gems from the Shower Cap Blog:
Ask Not at Whom the Pineapple Flies, Mr. Trump; It Flies at Thee - Shower Cap Blog
excerpts part one:
I feel like there are two kinds of news stories these days: those demonstrating the catastrophic consequences of empowering the rageful nationalism sweeping through the global Right, and the ones about America’s Republican Party looking upon those consequences and squealing, “Gimmie some more of THAT!” In other words, **** remains cray cray.
I guess the Russkies’re being marginally less idiotically suicidal than Phase One: Sit Here and Get Shot At, but we are most definitely not watching a superpower work its inevitable will on a weaker neighbor. The last traces of that carefully constructed strongman/chessmaster image dissipated weeks ago, like an asparagus fart, and all that remains of Putin now is a sort of ****, mangier Wile E. Coyote, trapped in a spiral of petulant aggression and humiliating defeat.
Now the Russians bitch n’ moan because the War Where You Weren’t Supposed to Fight Back You Guys has spilled over into the murderous motherland. **** you. Don’t start wars. Spare us the mewling victimhood of the exposed bully, at any rate.
Seems there aren’t enough mass graves in Mariupol to make the Senate’s Fakest Doctor stop spreading the Kremlin’s filthy propaganda, such is Rand Paul’s loyalty to the creed of kakistocracy. Forgive me for taking the low-hanging fruit, but it’s truly a wonder he doesn’t get punched more.
Of course, Republican voters seem rather fond of obsequiousness in their leaders, which isn’t really any more counterintuitive than the rest of the insane **** they believe, I suppose.
The once-great state of Florida continues its distressingly swift devolution into the **** Republic of DeSantistan, complete with appropriately obscene congressional gerrymander.
How long, one wonders, before Reichskommissar Ron-Ron dispatches his new “fraud police” force to Disney World as shock troops?
Ask Not at Whom the Pineapple Flies, Mr. Trump; It Flies at Thee - Shower Cap Blog
excerpts part one:
I feel like there are two kinds of news stories these days: those demonstrating the catastrophic consequences of empowering the rageful nationalism sweeping through the global Right, and the ones about America’s Republican Party looking upon those consequences and squealing, “Gimmie some more of THAT!” In other words, **** remains cray cray.
I guess the Russkies’re being marginally less idiotically suicidal than Phase One: Sit Here and Get Shot At, but we are most definitely not watching a superpower work its inevitable will on a weaker neighbor. The last traces of that carefully constructed strongman/chessmaster image dissipated weeks ago, like an asparagus fart, and all that remains of Putin now is a sort of ****, mangier Wile E. Coyote, trapped in a spiral of petulant aggression and humiliating defeat.
Now the Russians bitch n’ moan because the War Where You Weren’t Supposed to Fight Back You Guys has spilled over into the murderous motherland. **** you. Don’t start wars. Spare us the mewling victimhood of the exposed bully, at any rate.
Seems there aren’t enough mass graves in Mariupol to make the Senate’s Fakest Doctor stop spreading the Kremlin’s filthy propaganda, such is Rand Paul’s loyalty to the creed of kakistocracy. Forgive me for taking the low-hanging fruit, but it’s truly a wonder he doesn’t get punched more.
Of course, Republican voters seem rather fond of obsequiousness in their leaders, which isn’t really any more counterintuitive than the rest of the insane **** they believe, I suppose.
The once-great state of Florida continues its distressingly swift devolution into the **** Republic of DeSantistan, complete with appropriately obscene congressional gerrymander.
How long, one wonders, before Reichskommissar Ron-Ron dispatches his new “fraud police” force to Disney World as shock troops?