Happy Independence Day, patriots. Hope all of you still have all of the fingers you had at the close of July 3rd. Statistically speaking, someone must have lost a digit or four, but I can still hope.
I am now thoroughly convinced that there are going to be a lot more political assassinations in the United States over the next 3 and a half years. And if my previous sentence is not redacted by Blogger, I will be pleasantly surprised. I tried really hard not to condone violence or destruction of property. I really did. At the beginning of the year, I told people that I did not condone the destruction of personal property in the wake of Tesla vandalism, while at the same time admitting that I found it hilarious. A fake profile on Facebook tried to engage me, to which I underscored that their profile had not one photograph of any human being, but were all MAGA animations. It's either a Russian trying to stir the pot or some poor old retard who is inept at social media and serves as justification for my belief that Facebook should have stayed in the door room where it belonged instead of being make publicly available to everyone.
But now, fuck it. Let the Tesla's burn. Thoughts and prayers. I was not sad that a healthcare CEO was shot in the head, and I'm still not. Thoughts and prayers. There's a flood in Texas and people are dead. Thoughts and prayers. ...What's that, you bible thumping redhats? Why are you mad?! Isn't this your mantra? Fucking thoughts and shitlicking prayers? It's just like that cunt Joni Ernst said in her town hall: "Well, we all are going to die. For heaven's sakes, folks." But maybe if I think and pray hard enough, all of this wanton destruction and death will retroactively be undone! Isn't it amazing? But seriously, the blood and brains are going to spill, and I am going to sit back with popcorn and a beer and watch it all unfold.
I only recognize two BBBs, and the "big beautiful bill" ain't one of them. Recognize the Better Business Bureau and the Big Burberry Belt, schmuckos.
