Tick, Tock...

Will we make it through the summer, Hell, the end of the fucking MONTH, before the wheels come flying off?

I hope the piker, cheerleaders for Barry keep up the shrill barking, regardless.

Delicious.

No white-collar prison, send him to...

...The pound-him-in-the-ass prison.

Or hang him.

I don't care which.

I'm dancing a jig

My mother always told me to never speak ill of the dead, so I'll just do a little dance and celebrate Dumbfuck Franky's passing instead.

Rot in Hell, pig.

das trifft den Nagel auf den Kopf

Jim Sinclair with his take on Barry's recent version of transparency;

                                            (art courtesy of comicallyincorrect.com)

I'm sure President Fuckstick doesn't understand it.

War, children...

...is just a shot away.

So, I'm counting the Amendments that Barry has willingly violated, either by act of regulation, action in "enforcement," or by signing some dubious law into "existence," if one can call it that, and I'm coming up with numbers One, Two, Four, Eight and Ten, off of the top of my head.

That's HALF.

War seems to be a not too crazy proposition right now.

I'll let him keep stepping on his own dick. It suits my cause.

Whom should hold onto their butts?

Is it Barry, or The Nation?

Truly, I fear that this nascent crisis might be enough to take down the whole country.

Yes, Barry is that much of a megalomaniac.

Let that bit sink in

"The Real Obstacle of Health Insurance Exchanges: American Consumers"

So, I'm curious to know if the Commie Culture Club can then just hie themselves out of this country, on a boat...to somewhere else, since Smith and Mises have been vindicated.

No one wants to buy your sack-of-wonder-shit, Donkeys, so just drop dead, assholes.

This is not a joke.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Dolts.

Yesterday, it was 80 degrees...

today, it's snowing.

I checked the calendar and have confirmed that it is indeed MAY.

I have never seen this here before, and I'm a native resident.