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| There's nothing new under the sun. The text below is from the Old Testament. If you substitute 'Russians' for 'Chaldeans' in verse 6, 'MAGA' for 'people' in verse 14, and 'Trump' for 'enemy' in verse 16, then it reads like it was written yesterday. Habakkuk 1 - The Prophet's Complaint 1 The oracle that the prophet Habakkuk saw. 2 O Lord, how long shall I cry for help, and you will not listen? Or cry to you “Violence!” and you will not save? 3 Why do you make me see wrongdoing and look at trouble? Destruction and violence are before me; strife and contention arise. 4 So the law becomes slack and justice never prevails. The wicked surround the righteous— therefore judgment comes forth perverted. 5 Look at the nations, and see! Be astonished! Be astounded! For a work is being done in your days that you would not believe if you were told. 6 For I am rousing the Chaldeans, that fierce and impetuous nation, who march through the breadth of the earth to seize dwellings not their own. 7 Dread and fearsome are they; their justice and dignity proceed from themselves. 8 Their horses are swifter than leopards, more menacing than wolves at dusk; their horses charge. Their horsemen come from far away; they fly like an eagle swift to devour. 9 They all come for violence, with faces pressing forward; they gather captives like sand. 10 At kings they scoff, and of rulers they make sport. They laugh at every fortress, and heap up earth to take it. 11 Then they sweep by like the wind; they transgress and become guilty; their own might is their god! 12 Are you not from of old, O Lord my God, my Holy One? You shall not die. O Lord, you have marked them for judgment; and you, O Rock, have established them for punishment. 13 Your eyes are too pure to behold evil, and you cannot look on wrongdoing; why do you look on the treacherous, and are silent when the wicked swallow those more righteous than they? 14 You have made people like the fish of the sea, like crawling things that have no ruler. 15 The enemy brings all of them up with a hook; he drags them out with his net, he gathers them in his seine; so he rejoices and exults. 16 Therefore he sacrifices to his net and makes offerings to his seine; for by them his portion is lavish, and his food is rich. 17 Is he then to keep on emptying his net, and destroying nations without mercy? |
I never met a scam I didn't like. - The Gospel of Trump Actions speak louder than words. The Trump administration is officially and openly an organized crime organization. His cabinet is made up of professional liars, convicted felons, sexual predators, nasty drunks, and mental defectives. Some of his cabinet picks and agency appointees openly bought their nominations with campaign donations. Others begged his favor on their knees, with their head between his knees. The only firm requirement to be part of the Trump administration is to swear a corrupt allegiance to The Donald first, MAGA second, and country last. Even democrats can join the Trump crime family if they can prove themselves to be morally bankrupt and utterly corrupt. Using the Department of Justice for Trump's personal political ends is the most blatant act of corruption to date. The offer to drop federal charges against democratic mayor Eric Adams in return for his loyalty is simple extortion. And the negotiations at Mar-a-Lago for his soul weren't even done in secret. The ass-kissing photo-op was publicly proclaimed. It was followed the next day by an announcement that the U.S. attorney in New York had been ordered to withdraw the charges against Mayor Adams. Again, the deal wasn't kept secret. The order from Washington DC said plainly that the DOJ decision was made without evaluating the evidence or the legal basis for the charges against Adams. It's almost too difficult to believe, but the so-called president actually wanted a public example of how he's solidifying his grip on absolute power. So, Tom Homan gleefully humiliated the New York Mayor on FOX television. He openly referred to the agreement that Trump forced on Adams at Mar-a-Lago. Then Homan explicitly threatened to reinstate the charges if Adams doesn't do as he's told. He made it plain that Trump 'owns' Adams and has full control of New York City. In a legitimate administration this corrupt quid-pro-quo would be grounds for dismissal of both Homan and Attorney General Pam Bondi. But for these MAGA Capos there is no conscience, no shame, and no accountability. Just like the Don himself. |
I sometimes wonder about the mental processes that led our ancestors to brew beer. Brewing may not be rocket science, but it is somewhat complicated. Beer production starts with soaking barley and allowing it to germinate to become malt. The malt is dried and mashed (coarsely ground) and then steeped in hot water to release starches and sugars. The resulting liquid is called wort. Hops and spices are added to enhance the flavor and then the wort is boiled. Yeast is added and the fermentation process produces alcohol. Brewing requires three weeks or more depending on the type of beer. And the brew must be filtered, bottled and aged for a month or two to smooth the taste of the final product. Today’s craft beers are easy to drink, but it's difficult to imagine the centuries of trial and error that culminated in modern brewing. Interestingly, scotch whisky production is almost identical to making beer. The hops are left out when making whiskey and the wort is distilled after fermentation instead of being bottled. It’s not entirely inaccurate to say that whisky is just distilled beer. But more complicated to produce. Wine, on the other hand, is almost inevitable. Yes, making fine wine involves both science and art, but the basic process is rediscovered on a regular basis. Once you've squeezed out a glass of fruit juice, it only takes a couple of weeks of lazy inattention to achieve fermentation. There are millions of tiny yeast microbes living all around us. They send out spores that float through the air and land in our open containers. Some of them spoil our milk and some turn a mundane fruit juice into marvelous wine. Unlike the complex recipe for brewing beer or distilling whisky, the serendipitous discovery of wine is easy to grasp. And apple cider is a perfect example of this natural process. I bought a gallon jug of pure apple cider last fall and stored it outside on the deck because the fridge was full. Our deck is on the shaded side of the house, so the temperature is mostly cool. I enjoyed a glass of fresh apple cider every day for a week or so. Then the appeal faded and I forgot about the jug for a while. There was still a quart of cider left when I finally got back to it, and I heard a little pop like a champagne cork when I removed the cap. The whoosh of released pressure had an unmistakable aroma of ethanol, so I knew very well what had happened. A wiser man might have poured it down the drain, but curiosity prevailed. I had to try a sip of the now hard cider. It wasn't half bad, slightly fizzy, tangy on the tongue, and definitely alcoholic. So, I drank a full glass and enjoyed it more than when it was ‘soft’. The cider incident reminded me of making balloon wine when I was in high school. I don't remember where I came across the idea. Maybe I got it from Popular Mechanics magazine, maybe Reader's Digest, but probably not from Julia Child. The recipe seemed so simple that I had to give it a try. It called for a couple of cans of frozen grape juice concentrate, water, sugar, yeast, a gallon-size glass jar with a narrow neck, and a latex balloon. And all of those things were readily available in my mother's kitchen. The grape juice can be red, white, or even rosé if you use one can of each. Mix the juice per the instructions on the can and the resulting liquid will almost fill the gallon jar. A pinch of yeast is required to get things started and putting the balloon on the jar seals the deal. You can add an extra cup of sugar to the mix to ensure that the little yeasties are well fed and motivated to create alcohol. Using less sugar results in a dry wine and more sugar gives a sweeter taste. And more sugar ensures a maximum amount of alcohol, so that’s what I did. Be sure to keep your makeshift wine vat out of the sun. Putting it in the back of the closet where your mom won't find it is a good choice. The basic process of fermentation is that the yeast consume sugar as they grow and excrete alcohol as a byproduct. But when the alcohol concentration rises to a certain point, the yeast dies off. Which goes to show that you shouldn't shit where you sleep. The steadily growing yeast also produce CO2 gas that partially inflates the balloon. You'll see the balloon expand as the yeast does its work and then deflate slightly to signal that the ordinary grape juice has miraculously become wine. It takes about three weeks for the yeast to do their thing. I didn't know any better, so I used a packet of baker's yeast from my mom's spice rack. The wine might taste better with real brewer's yeast, but it becomes alcoholic either way. And yes, there is a small amount of alcohol produced along with the CO2 that makes bread dough rise, but it evaporates away in the oven as the bread bakes. When you finally remove the balloon from the jar you'll find a surprising amount of sediment on the bottom. This yeast poop is another byproduct of fermentation, and it is not tasty at all. So be sure to carefully separate the wine from the sediment. My family still had a milk cow in 1974, so I used one of the large paper filters for straining milk and folded it inside a funnel to carefully decant my wine into another clean jar. Screw on the cap and you’re ready to smuggle it out of the house for a party! A winery will age their new wine for months or even years to mellow the flavor and smooth the rough edges, but a teenager doesn't have that kind of time. The whole point is to have alcohol for tonight, so we drank it raw. And that's the way I remember it going down. My friends and I did our best to stomach that balloon wine, but it really wasn't very good. We finally settled on starting the party with some better stuff first. Homemade wine goes down a lot easier if you’re already buzzed. And this fact has also been rediscovered many times over the years. There's even a reference to serving the good wine first in the biblical story of the wedding at Cana. The steward didn’t know that Jesus had changed water into wine. He thought the miracle was serving good wine even though the buzzed wedding guests were ready for the cheap stuff. Author's note: ▼ |
O, Canada! Land of the northern nice, refuge of the conscientious, wide wheated plains gaze up to snowy peaks. O pure of hearty smiles, an outstretched hand and auroral wonder welcome the weary heart. I grew up with Canada as our ‘up the road a piece’ neighbor. We often met Canadians on holiday near Flathead Lake and thought of them more as peers than little siblings. Canadian cowboys would compete in our July fourth rodeo and my sister once spent a summer working as a groom at a horse track near Winnipeg. A Canadian master once showed up at our chess club tournament. If he was disappointed in the level of competition, he didn't show it. He even complimented my decidedly average play. I really enjoyed the Great White North skits on SCTV, and I love the corny humor of the Red Green show. For me, Canada has always been a serene and peaceful image of good people and simpler days. My first thought of moving to Canada to escape the American insanity came in 1973. I had to weigh being hunted in the jungle by the Viet Cong against being hunted in Canada by my Uncle Sam. I would lie awake at night and contemplate the horrific body counts that were reported on the nightly news. Despite the official satisfaction with the lopsided mortality score, I didn't see anything heroic about killing Vietnamese just to spite China. As my high school graduation loomed, I came to loathe the word 'lottery'. Fortunately, the draft faded away like a bad dream and I didn’t have to choose. I still can’t say for certain what path I would have taken. I next muttered vague threats of moving to Canada when our first Bush-league president was elected in 1988. I was appalled when he hired out the U.S. army as mercenaries to defend Kuwait. But it was an easy win, nobody important got hurt, and H. W. was well paid for his perfidy. Americans didn't care about a few dead Arabs and the 'moral majority' were glad to celebrate the return of U.S. military might. I actually looked into the process of changing citizenship after Bush-league Jr. stole the 2000 election from Al Gore. My wife persuaded me not to leave a good job and not to uproot our kids. I really thought America had turned a corner in 2008, but I never even imagined the level of bigotry and stupidity that dominates this country today. Now, I feel resigned to my fate. I'm probably too old to make a life-changing move, and running away wouldn’t accomplish anything anyway. My political posts help me to deal with the impotent rage that is so much a part of American life under MAGA rule. My writing may not make any real difference, but at least I'm doing something. And I'm putting myself at some small level of risk by airing my views in a public forum. So, there may yet come a day when I have to choose whether to live on my knees in America or stand on my feet in a free country. Keep the stove warm Canada, I may join you yet! |
| In the beginning was the lie, and the lie was with Trump, and the lie was Trump. - The Gospel of Trump There's a certain presidential impostor who wants to blame all of America’s ills on DEI. He blames diversity, equity and inclusion for everything from his felony convictions to wildfires to plane crashes. His goal in fighting diversity is to return to a time when those who were different in any way were not allowed to compete, let alone succeed on their own merit. He fears losing out to those he sneers at as 'lesser', such as minorities, immigrants, women, the handicapped, and dwarves. He seeks to rig the game in his favor by reducing the talent pool. His cabinet picks bear this out. Even a freakin’ moron looks smart among this unqualified group of drunks, incompetents, and mental midgets. Another definition of the acronym DEI, which Trump used to disparage Kamela Harris during the 2024 presidential campaign, is ‘didn’t earn it’. His obvious envy of her very real accomplishments was just sad. Our pathetic loser of a president, who’s made America a worldwide object of ridicule, is the poster boy for didn't earn it. This so-called man dodged the draft with a case of bone spurs that never showed up on an x-ray. He speaks loudly but carries a small stick, kowtowing to communist dictators such as Vladimir Putin and Kim Jong Un. The bankruptcies and loan defaults of the so-called businessman are infamous. And this so-called leader closed down his charity rather than doing even the legal minimum of charitable works. Then he closed down his for-profit university rather than provide the students with plausible coursework. In both cases, he denied culpability even though he signed a consent decree not to repeat the same scams in the future. But what about the things that this ‘man of the people’ claims to have done? There's no evidence that he ever had an interview for a real job, that he ever had to punch a time clock, or sit through a performance review. He's a real estate mogul who's never designed a building or hammered a nail (but he may have laundered money for the Russian mob). A golf resort magnate who never laid out a course or put down a single piece of sod (but he is known to cheat when he plays). This so-called genius claims to hold a business degree, but there isn’t any proof that he actually received one. There's no proof because he filed a legal injunction to prevent Wharton University from releasing his records. We can reasonably speculate that his grades were embarrassing, and that his transcript would show that he was a DEI graduate. This same presidential fraud who rants about being treated so unfairly began as a DEI hire at the Trump Organization. And he relied entirely on his father’s reputation to jump-start his business career. He was gifted millions of dollars of seed money from daddy rather than earning it. His father also provided him with access to real businessmen, pressured bank executives, and co-signed loans on his behalf. His start in business was handed to him on a silver platter, he didn't earn it. But even with the advantages of wealth and political connections, he managed to lose most of his father's net worth with a string of poor investments and multiple bankruptcies. One of his few personal successes was a stock company, DJT, that lured gullible investors to put their money into literally nothing. They were conned into investing in a dishonest man rather than a business. DJT never offered any products or services and never showed a profit. But the inevitable bankruptcy netted huge profits for its CEO, Donald J. Trump. In addition to taking millions in salary, Trump sold his own over-mortgaged properties to DJT at inflated prices. The paper shuffle left investors with ten cents on their dollar, DJT ceased to exist as a corporate entity, and Trump received hundreds of millions of dollars without earning it. The supposedly spontaneous announcement of Donald Trump's political career was cheered and applauded, but the adoring crowd was mostly made up of hired actors. This startling fact came to light because he tried to stiff them for their work, and the subsequent lawsuit to obtain their wages became public record. The applause for his candidacy wasn't earned. It wasn't even paid for. Eventually, this serial fraud was appointed to the highest office in America by the electoral college. He was elevated over a better qualified candidate who received 5 million more votes. He may have been president, but he certainly didn't earn it. Now Donald J. Trump is back in office and boasting of a 'huge' mandate from 49% of the voters. But his so-called victory doesn’t pass the smell test. He didn’t actually earn it. It’s my opinion that the 2024 election was rigged. It just isn’t plausible that every swing state went for a guy who was trailing in the polls on election day. And Elon Musk, the computer genius, warned us about the voting machines. He told us that we shouldn’t trust the software. We know that it’s difficult for someone who’s on the spectrum to tell a direct lie. I believe that Elon eased his conscience by giving us his confession that day. And no one is better equipped to hack the machines than a guy who owns a whole constellation of nefarious spy satellites. But how can I suggest election fraud without direct evidence? Because I have common sense! Trump may be back in the White House, but once again he didn’t earn it. Upon further reflection, maybe America's problems really are the result of DEI: Donald J. Trump, DEI. |
My wife and I went to an Oktoberfest fundraiser at our local parish church last fall. The menu was brats and sauerkraut, of course, and several local brewpubs donated their products for a taste testing. The food was good, the beer was better, and the subject of proper condiments came up in the conversation. Some of the folks at our table insisted that mustard is the only acceptable hot dog condiment, while others said they preferred catsup and relish. And some of us confessed that they liked their dogs piled high with everything, even unto onions, cheese and chili. I expressed my view that hot dogs are a guilty pleasure and I’d enjoy them no matter how they’re served. But then Deb had to point out that I won’t eat spicy mustard, and thus renewed our long running discussion (argument) about Dijon mustard. Deb thinks that plain yellow mustard is boring, but I can't abide the horseradish in the Dijon version. And it isn't just that I don't like the taste, I physically cannot swallow the horrible stuff. I learned this as a child, because my mother likes horseradish and used to put it on her roast beef. She persuaded me to try a bite and I literally gagged. So that was the last time I had to eat horseradish. I can force myself to swallow a dab of Dijon mustard if I have to, but I try to avoid even a hint of that awful, burning gastric disaster. Our mustard discussion (argument) did, however, remind me of a story that was perfect for a tableful of friends and acquaintances who were just trying to enjoy their meal. In 1980, when I was a 22 year-old applications engineer working at Summit Engineering, I spent a full month in England. I was supporting a project at the H. W. Ward company to outfit a vintage turret lathe with one of our modern computer controls. It turned out to be a big job and there was also a bit of culture clash between my enthusiasm for technology and the traditional English way of doing things. My 'minder' at the Ward plant was a middle-aged mechanical engineer named John Payne. John wore a sweater vest and bow tie under his ever-present suit coat. He was very proper, perhaps even stuffy, but he tried to overlook my brash blue jeans attitude and he did his best to facilitate the project. Our schedule was tight and pub lunches were expensive, so John offered me tea and roast beef sandwiches one day instead of going out to eat. I like roast beef and English pub food is mediocre at best, so I gladly accepted. What I didn't know was that John was a horseradish fiend. He slathered his sandwiches with a layer of that awful white goop as thick as the meat itself. And I didn’t see it coming because the Brits always insist on drinking tea. I'm not nearly as fond of tea as I am of roast beef, so my attention was focused on adding enough milk and sugar to make the insipid ‘cuppa’ palatable to my sweet tooth. I didn't really look at the gift sandwich as I picked it up and took a big mouthful of pure horseradish. To quote Col. Kurtz from the movie Apocalypse Now, "The horror, the horror . . ." My reaction was immediate and uncontrollable. The bite of sandwich bounced, literally, and I barely managed to reach the waste basket as everything came up. John, with perfect British reserve, didn't even flinch. "If you don't care for roast beef, you could have just said." Author's note: ▼ |
"Life, like love, is as simple as ABC: Always Be Cheating!" - The Gospel of Trump The inaugural address was a truly comedic performance. Setup: I will, very simply, put America first Punchline: Federal grants and loans must advance President Trump's priorities Setup: The unfair weaponization of the Justice Department and our government will end Punchline: Trump pulls security details from political enemies Setup: our government confronts a crisis of trust Punchline: absolute presidential immunity Punchline: pardons for insurrection co-conspirators Setup: Our country can no longer deliver basic services in times of emergency Punchline: Trump suggests abolishing FEMA Setup: the entire nation is rapidly unifying behind our agenda Punchline: Except for the 50 percent of Americans who disapprove of Trump Setup: defeat what was record inflation and rapidly bring down costs and prices Punchline: inflation hit 8% under Biden, 12% under Reagan, currently at 3% Punchline: 100 % tariffs will raise prices in all sectors and cause widespread inflation Setup: I will also declare a national energy emergency Punchline: the end of wind and solar energy production Setup: establish the brand-new Department of Government Efficiency Punchline: Trump fires independent inspector generals Setup: I also will sign an executive order to immediately stop all government censorship Punchline: Trump orders Google Maps to rename Gulf of Mexico Setup: Never again will the power of the state be weaponized to persecute political opponents Punchline: Trump fires DOJ prosecutors who worked on insurrection investigation Setup: restore fair, equal, and impartial justice under the constitutional rule of law Punchline: a blatantly unconstitutional violation of the 14th amendment Setup: We will forge a society that is colorblind and merit-based Punchline: except for presidential cabinet nominees Setup: That's what I want to be: a peacemaker and a unifier Punchline: we will again build the strongest military the world has ever seen Punchline: would not rule out the use of military force to take control of the Panama Canal and Greenland Setup: President McKinley made our country very rich through tariffs Punchline: McKinley later called his tariff policy a mistake Setup: we will end the chronic disease epidemic and keep our children healthy Punchline: Trump nominates anti-vaxxer for Secretary of Health and Human Services Punchline: Trump bars CDC from cooperation with World Health Organization Setup: The United States will once again consider itself a growing nation Punchline: deport millions and millions of aliens back to the places from which they came Setup: We are one people, one family, and one glorious nation under God Punchline: Bishop criticized by Trump after asking for mercy for immigrants Setup: bring unity to a world that has been angry, violent, and totally unpredictable Punchline: Don't treat them gently, hit back harder, I'd like to punch him in the face. Punchline: 2nd amendment people can 'do something' about liberal judges Punchline: I like turnover. I like chaos. It really is good Wow, comedy gold! And these are only a few highlights from his first week. I'm laughing so hard it hurts. |
I talked with an old friend last week and we reminisced about our college days in the late 1970's. We shared some typical stories and then Dave reminded me of the time I wished we had cable TV. We'd been drinking beers while watching some stupid sitcom and I was bored. There were only a couple of channels available over the air in Bozeman, Montana, so it took about 30 seconds to channel surf our options. And that was mostly because we didn't have a remote control. "There's got to be something better than this," I complained. 'No problem,' Dave replied. "You got a ladder?" "Sure, there's one lying next to the garage." My wife, Debbie, and I were renting a basement apartment at the time, and our elderly landlord lived upstairs with his wife. I'd seen a ladder that looked as old as the landlord while going in and out of our private entrance. We had to park on the street and walk up the narrow driveway so as not to block access to their detached single-car garage. There was already a cable outlet in the wall behind the television, but as starving students we couldn't afford the monthly fee. And Dave had made cable hook-ups back in his hometown, so what followed was almost inevitable. I'd like to say that we weren't drunk, but our judgment may have been slightly impaired. I know I was a little wobbly as we carried the ladder to the utility pole in the alley. We weren't exactly stealthy, but luckily for us, the landlord went to bed early and was kind of deaf besides. So, we soon had the ladder propped up against the pole and Dave commenced to climb. "Hold it steady!" "You bet!' Easier said than done. The ladder was a bit short, but Dave is pretty tall. He could just reach the cable box by standing on the top rung while hugging the pole with one arm (kids, don't try this at home). I held onto the rickety ladder as much to steady myself as to steady Dave. Somehow, he managed to open the box on the utility pole one-handed and hook up the cable wire that went to our apartment. Dave's foot almost pushed the ladder away from the pole once or twice, but he grabbed on with both arms, and I just managed to keep it from falling out from under him. We may not have equaled the comic genius of the three stooges, but it was still a funny performance. Afterward, Dave managed to climb down without falling and we went back inside to try out the cable. We even put the ladder back against the garage first, leaving no evidence of our midnight mission. Other than the raw scrapes on the inside of Dave's arms where he'd clung desperately to the utility pole. Debbie shook her head at our lack of good sense and made Dave sit down at the kitchen table. She tweezed out a few splinters and cleaned off the oozing blood with a wet washcloth. Meanwhile, I was hooking up the TV to the cable outlet. "Hey, Dave, it worked! You're a genius, man!" Debbie looked at his arms and rolled her eyes. Dave just grinned with the satisfaction of a job well done. So, we grabbed a couple more beers and sat down to enjoy the luxury of a full ten channels of clean, clear television. This time it took almost 3 minutes to channel surf through all the shows. "There's got to be something better than this," I complained. |
"You don't have to be a genius to lie about your IQ." - The Gospel of Trump How do you get to be the smartest person in the room? Being born with a Mensa-level IQ is one way, but it's tough to arrange after the fact. Another way, perhaps even better, is through hard work and extensive study. We may not be fully successful, but making the effort is within our control and definitely improves the odds. The MAGA approach is to pack the room with idiots. Even a freakin' moron looks intelligent among the incompetents and fools nominated for the second Trump administration. And Pete Hegseth appears to be the poster child for the idiocracy. His lack of qualifications for heading the military have been laid bare and his distasteful personal history has been exposed for all the world to see. It matters not to the MAGAnaughts. One senator used Hegseth's confirmation hearing as an opportunity to curry favor with the president elect. He suggested that the unqualified Hegseth might be just as successful as a certain unqualified presidential candidate in 2016. Talk about damning someone with faint praise! Then Senator Markwayne Mullin defended Hegseth with an observation that all congressmen are drunken incompetents who cheat on their wives. He insisted that it would be the height of hypocrisy to disqualify a Trump nominee just because he wasn't smart enough or decent enough to deserve the post. Mullin finished his self-referential exercise in stupidity by declaring "Give me a joke!" Hegseth accommodated him by squawking "meritocracy, meritocracy" like a deranged parrot. I don't know if they rehearsed this routine, but it could hardly be any more comical if they had. It seems obvious that Mullin meant to say 'give me a break' but tripped up on that old Freudian Slip thing. And Hegseth himself displayed a woeful lack of intelligence when cornered by Senator Tammy Duckworth. He wouldn't answer a direct question of whether he would be loyal to his country or to his president. He couldn't bring himself to say that he would refuse an illegal order from Donald Trump. Did he learn nothing from the nominees of the first Trump administration? Just tell the damned lie, Pete! MAGAworld doesn't care about the truth, and no one will ever hold you accountable. And therein lies the tragedy that only emphasizes the comedy. "Give me a joke!" |
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