Anyone else getting a little teary-eyed over the growing prospect that the world – and not just the US of A – will soon be rid of that lying, boastful, spiteful, divisive, stupid-is-as-stupid-does, leadership vacuum and all-round sad-sack fuck Donald J Trump?
Talk about giving us something to remember him by before he’s dragged out of the White House!
STOP THE COUNT. STOP THE FRAUD! I WON ON THE DAY! WE WILL WIN! NO VOTES SHOULD BE COUNTED AFTER POLLING DAY! IT’S ALL RIGGED AND THE DEMOCRATS ARE STEALING THE ELECTION FROM ME!
Have you ever seen a guy trying harder to stay out of jail – for another four years at least?
That almost half of US voters supported the Orange Buffoon – and large numbers of his braindead supporters are right now banging on vote-centre windows demanding the count stop – suggests the United States is now broken beyond repair.
I know bugger all about Joe Biden but should he manage to stay alive at his advanced age and with fast onset dementia now taking a rapid hold, I don’t envy his task of fixing the Ununited States of America.
He’s no orator and he’s got the charisma of a cane toad impaled on a garden fork. But at least he appears a decent man with real empathy for all his country’s citizens. Then again, Ted Bundy would probably have appeared a decent man with real empathy compared with Trump.
And Biden’s commitment to combatting climate change seems real and heartfelt, compared with a certain Australian leader who cut and run at the first sign of trouble.
But at the very least, with President Biden, we should now be spared the vicious personal insults, the constant vilification of the mainstream media, the “drain the swamp” bullshit, the pointless bragging about crowd sizes and the amazing level of his stable genius, the “no-one knows more about anything” boasts, the faux Christian babblethon and, oh, dear lordie, the constant, never-ending, lies.
One down; one to go.
Whenever I capture images onscreen that suit an issue I might one day rant about, I try to use file names that I’ll remember down the track.
So do you think smoko, jen and the kiddie-fiddler protector.jpeg suits the one I found last night (below)?
Moments after this one was taken, I imagine Pastor Brian “We have a cashflow problem” Houston’s right hand slipping into Smoko’s trouser pocket for some ready cash to keep the Hillsong Church’s admirable drosspel work going.
I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I reckon our Deputy Prime Minister Michael McCormack is one of the funniest people I’ve ever come across. He’s an absolute gem.
I grabbed this off the Twitterverse where MM was urging any future federal gummy-shark ICAC-style body to be kind to MPs, as they should.
They mustn’t smear pollies, MM declared, which we all knew instinctively was the absolutely correct approach for a fearless, independent corruption-busting watchdog to take.
Our Peter from time to time goes for laughs with a dose of irony, a dash of hyperbole or even an outright splash of faux stupidity, like when he claimed the Nazis were socialists. It’s easy to do that when you’re a professor of politics.
So we’re going to give him a break and say he’s used brakes on purpose. Clever little bugger, isn’t he?
Donald J. Gordon-Brown
PS: Bon voyage, my dear fiend! Wherever you land, do so safely. May your impact be yuge! The best ever, by far.