Star Wars: YaY!

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W.T.F.

Who are these annoying people? Why are they so uninteresting? Who’s doing the talking? What are they saying? Turn on the frigging lights so I can see.

Por favor.

Rouge* 1: 0, because you can’t even smear lipstick on this pig, and even if you could, it would still be a lipstick-covered porcus.

*Thank you, Silly Sarah.

What could be better than this first thing in the morning?

A little humor to pass the time until inauguration and popcorn.

The Duffelblog is glorious.

In particular, this page (among many) is absolutely wonderful.

Given the gun culture prevalent south of the border, not quite as far as down Mexico way, I do hope this post doesn’t encourage anyone to gather a collection of firearms and venture forth to do some obviously well-deserved self-investigation. As you can imagine, dear reader, I use the term ‘well-deserved’ advisedly.

I like the sound of America’s Republican ass-kissing*

The stench that goes along with it is admirable all by itself. It didn’t take long for the Publican nay-sayers to assume the position, disavow the need for lube for their already well-primed orifices, and holler, “Full speed ahead, you Piece of Shit”. That the Piece of Shit-elect is doing it à la carte while pretending to involve We The People, is priceless.

The corporate press is beginning to line up nicely, and not unexpectedly. Next will be Big Corp, Inc. with declarations of support for the Piece of Shit-elect. Was IBM the first? You know, because a piece of shit deserves a chance, just like any other neo-Fascist and his minions.

America has been ramming its shit up the asses of countries both big and small for too many decades. While I must admit to having some sympathy for the majority, I do believe that it is long overdue for America to have a taste of what it has been exporting to countries around the world.

How does it taste, We The People? You’re still trying to spit, aren’t you? Shut it and swallow. It’s your duty to God and country to make it great again. Your time has come. Wipe the sweat off your foreheads and your balls, keep your lips firmly closed until the next load is dumped, and swallow. It’s good for you. Keep repeating, ” It’s my doodie.”

Question: What color will the shirts be? Red? Blue? Brown? Will they have epaulets? Will the touch of the common, unemployed, ignorant, and uneducated illuminati be known for buttoned, or unbuttoned? Perhaps a humble, autographed t-shirt, sold by the Piece of Shit especially for We The People.

*Always remember, We The People: If a politician is seen to be moving his lips, he’s lying. Even if he’s pretending to read.

Team Orange and transition

clown-carThe cliff is off-screen to the left.

No word yet on internment camps and a renewed HUAC, but any day now…

The Drumpster is well on his way to fucking it* up, as he has done with so many of his businesses.

I’m sorely tempted to call Trump Towering Inferno** and introduce myself as some miscellaneous foreign dick-tater who would like to offer congratulations to the Drumpster fire in the back alley.

Added bonus: The reports of scary clowns are way down now that one has been elected.

*A country, this time.

**With apologies to a movie of the same name.

Riding farther, seeing more