Let’s call this “special session” of the Texas Legislature “Panderama.” Could Abbott be any more of a shameless grandstander? I’m introducing a bill that would officially re-name the Texas Governor’s Mansion “The Panderosa.”
Third shot? We need to be talking about everybody getting a first shot, followed by a second shot.
If we don’t up our vaccination rates in every sector of the country, we are going to have to confront a “Delta Dawn.” And that won’t be a flower she has on. It will be a flamethrower. “When will they ever learn?,” indeed.
Olympics? Insanity. You could not come up with a better way to re-stoke the global pandemic if you tried. WTH?
Multiple reports that the GOP is trying to “restore” the reputation of Marjorie Taylor Greene. “Restore”? You know, nothing makes me think about Nazis more than COVID vaccines. How about you?
How often do you get to Haiti, anyway? Bad Idea Jeans.
We’ve been out of Afghanistan for about 15 minutes now, and already the Taliban has regained control of 85 percent of the country. Look, I agree that it was (way past) time for us to leave, but let’s not act like this was anything other than a two-decade travesty. And despite Biden’s remarks, this IS reminiscent of our tail-between-our-legs exit from Saigon.
Hear me out on this. We owe our military heroes everything. But let’s get real. When was the last time we could honestly tell an American mother that her son or daughter died for AMERICAN freedom? World War II?
Wars are easy to get into. They are hell to get out of.
So Richard Branson gets to the launch pad ahead of Jeff Bezos. “Ground control to Major Tom…”
Of course there was a coordinated effort to steal the 2020 presidential election. It was conducted by Donald Trump and his treasonous sycophants. And it continues. “Accuse others of that of which you are clearly guilty.” That was always the advice of Noted Political Strategist Goebbels.
Recount after “fraudit” after recount after court challenge after Capitol insurrection. You know what this reminds me of? Guy who goes into a pool hall and gets his ass kicked in 19 straight games. Then on the 20th, his opponent scratches on the 8-ball. He then buys drinks for the house, and struts back to his skid-row motel room like Foghorn Leghorn. 1-19. But he’s a “winner.”
When I grow up I want to be just like Zaila Avant-garde. Is there nothing that wonderful child can’t do? Apparently not.
I’d write more, but I’m late for my Bible Study class again. Today’s sermon is about fomenting Civil War. All in the name of Jesus, of course.
Later.
