I don’t give a damn whether the bastard lives or dies (although I hope he suffers on either route), but this country would take enormous benefit were he to spend three weeks either side of election day in a medically-induced coma with a tube jammed down his fucking windpipe, and hence unavailable to foment civil war leading up to and in the aftermath of the count.
“The excitement is contagious, and so are the Black Cross Volunteers as they pass from family to family, pausing now and again to touch a child’s head.” —Firesign Theatre
thoughts and prayers,
“The excitement is contagious, and so are the Black Cross Volunteers as they pass from family to family, pausing now and again to touch a child’s head.” —Firesign Theatre
thoughts and prayers,