11 Jun 2022 4:53 am
Maybe The Real Capitol Riot Is The Friends We Made Along The Way - Shower Cap Blog
EXCERPTS PART ONE:
There must be some kind of unofficial competition between Republican officeholders, to see who can indignantly shriek the nuttiest gobbledygook in the wake of a school shooting. And like, I grok that Republicans instinctually, unquestioningly circle the wagons around any proffered talking point, however ridiculous, (the Kochs trained‘em well)
but all this sputtering, fake outrage about the unforgivably bounteous number of doors threatening our children’s safety…how do you get through that **** without giggling, or, y’know, melting into a puddle of shame? For that matter, how many pens do you have shove up your **** nose before suggesting the problem isn’t guns, but smartphones? Do they not have smartphones in Europe, Congressman?
But the trophy (a bronzed urinal, surely, overflowing with ivermectin and hooker piss) goes to Wisconsin’s official State Idiot: Ron Johnson, who I’m certain would lose a spelling bee to a yak. “Why are we even talking about gun control when the true mass-murderer of innocent children is HUNTER BIDEN’S LAPTOP DERP DERPY DERP”
To even allow such a preposterous thought to congeal, let alone to express it, in front of recording devices…well, if **** is an art form, RoJo is its Picasso.
Another giant in that field would be Louie Gohmert, who actually went on television to lament, “If you’re a Republican, you can’t even lie to Congress or lie to an FBI agent or they’re coming after you,” in the latest of ten thousand headlines I initially dismissed as satire.
Sure, there’s a certain schadenfreude to the spectacle of treacherous crotchfungus Mo Brooks’ feverish groveling to procure an un-un-endorsement from his moth-chewed loser god, but it kinda gives me the embarrassment shivers, and anyway, boot-licking isn’t what I’d call an admirable leadership trait in the best of times, but in this era of ascendant fascism, well…
Have you seen the skeevy little freak Wee Donnie One-Term hitched his wagon to in the Arizona Senate race? Blake Masters burst onto the national scene this week with a barrage of **** conspiracy theories and unapologetic bigotry, so you know Cult45’s gonna love him...
By the way, a new poll shows nearly 7 in 10 members of the Party o’ Personal Responsibility
have found solace from their shortcomings in the pathetic, racist lie known as “great replacement theory,” quite possibly because of the politicians and pundits who pour it down their willing throats 24/7.
EXCERPTS PART ONE:
There must be some kind of unofficial competition between Republican officeholders, to see who can indignantly shriek the nuttiest gobbledygook in the wake of a school shooting. And like, I grok that Republicans instinctually, unquestioningly circle the wagons around any proffered talking point, however ridiculous, (the Kochs trained‘em well)
but all this sputtering, fake outrage about the unforgivably bounteous number of doors threatening our children’s safety…how do you get through that **** without giggling, or, y’know, melting into a puddle of shame? For that matter, how many pens do you have shove up your **** nose before suggesting the problem isn’t guns, but smartphones? Do they not have smartphones in Europe, Congressman?
But the trophy (a bronzed urinal, surely, overflowing with ivermectin and hooker piss) goes to Wisconsin’s official State Idiot: Ron Johnson, who I’m certain would lose a spelling bee to a yak. “Why are we even talking about gun control when the true mass-murderer of innocent children is HUNTER BIDEN’S LAPTOP DERP DERPY DERP”
To even allow such a preposterous thought to congeal, let alone to express it, in front of recording devices…well, if **** is an art form, RoJo is its Picasso.
Another giant in that field would be Louie Gohmert, who actually went on television to lament, “If you’re a Republican, you can’t even lie to Congress or lie to an FBI agent or they’re coming after you,” in the latest of ten thousand headlines I initially dismissed as satire.
Sure, there’s a certain schadenfreude to the spectacle of treacherous crotchfungus Mo Brooks’ feverish groveling to procure an un-un-endorsement from his moth-chewed loser god, but it kinda gives me the embarrassment shivers, and anyway, boot-licking isn’t what I’d call an admirable leadership trait in the best of times, but in this era of ascendant fascism, well…
Have you seen the skeevy little freak Wee Donnie One-Term hitched his wagon to in the Arizona Senate race? Blake Masters burst onto the national scene this week with a barrage of **** conspiracy theories and unapologetic bigotry, so you know Cult45’s gonna love him...
By the way, a new poll shows nearly 7 in 10 members of the Party o’ Personal Responsibility
have found solace from their shortcomings in the pathetic, racist lie known as “great replacement theory,” quite possibly because of the politicians and pundits who pour it down their willing throats 24/7.