“Seditious conspiracy.” Look it up. Actually, I’ll save you the time. It means domestic terrorism. It means a pre-meditated, planned, organized, coordinated, and in this case, yes, armed insurrection with the intent to overthrow the government of the United States.
Are you familiar with the details of the indictment? Air-tight.
Just peaceful tourists, right? Just Bo and Luke getting drunked up and havin’ a little clean fun, right?
No big deal, right?
I’m guessing Uncle Joe is glad it’s Finally Friday. Because Thursday was a sho-‘nuff stinker for him.
SCOTUS bit him in the tookus. With friends like Manchin and Sinema, who needs rattlesnakes? Voting rights advocates in his own party abandon him when he climbs into the Bully Pulpit to preach about voting rights?
The Biden presidency is over. He’s landlocked. Stymied. A lot of it is his fault. A lot of it isn’t. But as Three Dog Night once wailed, “It really doesn’t matter.”
Here’s what does matter. We have a completely dysfunctional government. And there’s enough blame to go around. Nothing to get smug about, Cultists.
Of course Djokovic has to take his lying ass back north of the Equator. Why was there ever a question about that?
Let’s get through Friday.
What do you mean I’ve been stripped of my military titles and can no longer refer to myself as His Royal Highness?
That’s some shit right there!
p.s. Happy 10th anniversary, My Love!