Well, the Whackadoodle People of Praise have been busy scrubbing their site of any mention (or pics) of Amy Corny Ferret from their website. Apparently, they're unaware of internet archiving sites like Internet Archive (Wayback Machine) that make bullshit pretty much impossible to get rid of... a bit like trying to hide your tax returns. Sooner or later, the beans get spilled and an entirely new set of "plausible deniability" buckets of horseshit must be filled up with some fresh stinky.
Typhoid Trump looked a little wobbly, and breathing with difficulty as he waved (oh, so very cheerfully) at the multitudes of admiring, drooling, pee-pee wankers from the balcony. I swear, he looked like a seriously hungover drunk posing for his booking photo. He struggled so hard to keep from coughing, I thought he might puke on the reporters.
Also, a bunch of gay/tranny folks have been hijacking the Proud Boys hashtag with oodles of colorful pictures showing people dressed up in ways that are almost certain to cause corybantic raging and foaming at the mouth among the elite intellectuals who make frequent use of the hashtag. It reminds me of Tea Party fanboys who called themselves Teabaggers with absolutely no clue of what the slang term meant. They quickly changed to using an acronym that just happened to be one that is commonly used in the gay community to indicate two gay men looking for a third. That one was equally short lived. Still, it was priceless. Sometimes, you only have to wait for people to trip over their own shoelaces and spill the whole box of stupid.
Locally, this state has been enjoying its status as the Bunghole of the Galaxy... er, a red state... with all the no-mask, no-distancing, MAGA-hat nonsense it can muster. Well, until this week. Infection rates are soaring and folks are being buried with their Trump 2020 flags draped over their coffins and an upside-down, backwards Bible in their hand as they make that final, six-foot journey to the Pearly Gates.
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