Pretty much the same people who lose their shit about drag shows are at a Gun Porn convention in Indy, watching panderers with presidential aspirations compete to see who can swallow the most linear feat of AR-15 barrels.
“I like to watch,” said one convention goer.
“You gonna finish that whole gun?” asked another.
Nobody benefits here except for the manufacturers of Listerine.
“Edie Does Indy.”
There. I said that. Meant it, too.
Happy Saturday.
Last night when Pence referred to mass shootings as “unspeakable acts,” what he meant was, “I’m certainly not going to speak about them.”
There was an example of a coward addressing fellow cowards.
Apparently signing an agreement that gives you unfettered access to sensitive, classified documents is no more difficult or complicated than signing a receipt for an Amazon hair conditioner delivery.