Tight corsets. Heaving bosoms. Treacherous, deceitful women. Double-crossing, double-dealing men. Sunshine, sand, and wind-filled canvas. Pirate treasure. Much cursing. Need I say it again? Betrayal. What say you?
Arrrr, Billy.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. –John Masefield
will someone in the current American administration please, please find a box of really thick, big, long yuuuuge crayons with not too many colored selectionschoicesthingies pointy bits and tell the grand master to keep the scrawling between the lines?
Speaking of shitstains (with apologies to The Shitstain), Les Moonves, how are ya feelin’ about corporate media’s bottom line now, versus America’s rock bottom? Do you have anything you might like to add? How about doubling down on the “good for the CBS bottom line”?
It would seem that you’re paying for the wall after all. No wonder this shitstain on the face of the earth has his businesses declare bankruptcy. His lippity-lips move, his lippity-lips make no sense.
It’s for the rich.
Aren’t we a pair?
Me here at last in charge,
You say bad things.
Send in the Feds.
It’s for the rich.
You must approve.
One who keeps screwing around,
One who can’t decide.
Where are the Feds?
Send in the Feds.
*with apologies to Send in the Clowns, which probably doesn’t mean what you think it means.
My popcorn of choice for the shit-show that began 18 months ago and is now non-stop.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the non-stop show with a 44-pack of popcorn that isn’t too bad. Worldwide 24-hour news networks never had it so easy. As for boot-licking American “news” networks, good luck with that.
Of course, if a liquid refreshment makes things more palatable, go for it, but I simply can’t condone being drunk for as long as it will take for my friends and neighbors to the south to rid themselves of this presidential pestilence they have chosen to inflict upon the world.
HaTs. It’s about HaTs. HaTs and a good caning. Yes, that’s it. It’s all about the HaTs and a good caning.
Also, Bond. James BondCrockett and Tubbs someone pretending to be an Irishman drives through a poor man’s Florida and takes over the demon rum business out in the swamps. Much gunfire ensues.
