Over the past few days, I have once again been struck by the paucity of decent news upon which to vent my spleen and/or make serious (or any) commentary thereon.
Cocaine in the White House? Probably Hunter Biden’s, but given the foul menagerie of creatures that currently infest the place, I wouldn’t be surprised at whoever the actual bearer turns out to be.
Election 2024 candidates? Too early, and whether Stumblin’ Joe ever gets to be the DemSoc candidate is of only minor interest. There’ll be skullduggery a-plenty, whoever emerges as the eventual candidate. As for the Republicans, I look on all the candidates except De Santis with growing horror, and Trump especially so.
The FBI/DOJ/IRS/FedGov in general? Bunch of fucking power-hungry, corrupt assholes. Their career prospects under the reign of World-Emperor Kim would be gallows fodder and soylent green ingredients. All of them, without exception.
Good grief, when the most interesting news is that Red Bull F1 have reinstated bigmouth Oz driver Daniel Ricciardo in their Alpha Tauri second team, we’re all in trouble. Otherwise, we’re left with the news that Boris Johnson’s equally-bigmouthed wife has popped yet another sprog… oh FFS, kill me now.
No wonder I prefer to read the Daily Mail, Sun, Star and Mirror from Over There. At least they have boobies coverage / uncoverage.
Thank gawd for guns and cars, or I’d really have nothing to talk about. See a couple of the posts below.
Now that Kimi has left, Danny is the only reason why anyone watches a Formula One press conference.
No thoughts on Asa Hutchinson? Is he worth a 100/1 bet?
Only in a Deadpool.