Monday, July 31, 2017

Moochie, We Hardly Knew Ye!

Another love affair gone sour.

How time flies! Seems like just a few days ago, The Mooch was telling us how much he "loved" Der Trump.

Kiss kiss. Kiss kiss.

Wait a minute, it was just days ago!

That didn't take long, did it?

DonDon is a fickle mistress...

As the Trump administration continues its erratic and yet highly amusing death throes, one wonders who's next?

Will it be that talking scarecrow Kellyanne? What does she do, anyway? Besides bleat out nonsense, I mean.

Or the sanctimonious Huckleberry Sanders?

Could one of the Generals be sacrificed at the altar of Dear Leader's Huge (yet baseless) Ego?

The Peckerwood Grand Wizard Sessions would have to be dragged away kicking his tiny white feet, and screaming his Son o' Dixie head off. And DonDon, being a coward at heart, doesn't like confrontations like that.

The Golden Children are safe of course...right up to point where Der Trump feels he has to give up one or two to save his sagging skin.

Even the dullest amongst us, and I'm looking at you unrepentant Trump voters, should realize now that we have an Insane Clown Posse entrenched in the White House.

Time to put down the crystal meth, turn off Alex Jones, and try to use what little brain power you have left to figure out that you've been suckered by a gold plated grifter.

Na, I'm just kidding.

Go back to your complete ignorance, you bogus religion, and your deep seated hatred of "them". It's too late. You're beyond redemption.

And you are going to get exactly what you deserve.

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