Democrats Finally Grow Some Balls

It’s about fucking time.  We, progressives, liberals, Democrats, and all normal human beings, need to fight, resist, and obstruct Trump and his Putin-loving Republican cronies at every single turn.   They’re anti-American, traitorous dogs.  Fuck ’em all.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/powerpost/senate-democrats-face-a-key-test-tuesday-amid-promises-to-stand-up-to-trump/2017/01/31/1685487a-e7bd-11e6-b82f-687d6e6a3e7c_story.html

For All You “Give Him a Chance” People

Perfectly articulated post on the fools who repeatedly say, “Give the Orange Baby a chance.” Those who voted for him, and those who chose NOT to vote, have given him a chance, and just look what he’s doing with it. Welcome to Nazi America.

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Yes, I’m talking about Trump.  He hasn’t been in office a week and this is what he has done:

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the DOJ’s Violence Against Women programs.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the National Endowment for the Arts.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the National Endowment for the Humanities.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Corporation for Public Broadcasting.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Minority Business Development Agency.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the Economic Development Administration.

* On January 19th, 2017, DT said that he would cut funding for the International Trade Administration.

* On January 19th…

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A Valentine To My Lover, Vladimir

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Oh, my love!

How my heart does

Flutter

Whenever I smell the

Sweet scent

Of your

Manly flesh

You,

My love,

Complete me

Yours is the

Biglyest, kindlyest, huuggeesst

Soul

That ever has lived ever

You have my undying

Trust and

Devotion

Always

Thank you my

Russian lover

For making me into the

Great

Man

I’ve now become

I’m yours

Body, mind, and soul

Today, tomorrow, and

Forever

Love always,

Donny

What If Donald Trump Were A Monkey?

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People, I gotta tell ya’, I just ate the BIGGEST banana ever!  I found it in the jungle where I live.  It was on the HUUGGEST banana tree EVER!  This whole jungle is HUUUGGGEE!!!  I mean, it’s the BESTLYEST jungle ever.  Period.  No jungle anywhere has EVER been THIS bigly.  Oh, I’m KING in this jungle, too.  The biglyest, greatestist KING there ever was ever!   The HUUUGGEESST crowd of jungle residents EVER came to witness my coronation the other day.  They love me.  All of them.  Every single solitary animal in this jungle LOVES me!   Get it?  You’d better, or I’ll refuse to EVER speak to any of you again.   Now, it’s time for you all to leave so I can use my “like a smart monkey” brain to plan the utter, greatestist, biglyest destruction of my enemies that EVER has been seen by anyone, ever, anywhere.

A Complaint From Aquaman

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You know what really sucks?  When you buy a new superhero suit and they forget to tell you it will shrink if you get it wet.  I’m AQUAMAN!  I live under water.  Why in Neptune’s name would I want a suit that you can’t get wet?  If they don’t give me my money back, I’m gonna toss me a damned hissy-fit to end all hissy-fits!  Harrumph!

A Word From John The Baptist’s Head

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What up, peeps?  John the Baptist’s severed head here.  Ya’ know, a lot of folks ask me, “John the Baptist’s severed head, what’s the most inconvenient thing about being a severed head?”  Well, there are many inconveniences to my current predicament, my inability to wank off due to the fact I’ve no hands and no penis being one.  But, the MOST inconvenient thing about all this is that every time I eat or drink something, it just comes pouring outta my neck a second after I swallow it.   This one time, I was on a date with this smokin’ hot Italian babe I met in Rome.   We were sittin’ in a restaurant,  enjoying a light, flirtatious conversation, when she says to me, “John’s severed head, you simply MUST taste this wonderful wine I’m having.”  She then proceeds to pour, like, a whole glassful of the stuff right down my gullet.   Needless to say, red wine shot outta my severed neck like water from a fire hose on steroids.  It got all over her and all over the table where we were sitting.  Yeah, that was the end of that date.  She drove me home and promised she’d text me later to set up another date, but I never heard from her again.  Can’t really say I blame her.   Now days I spend most of my time alone, watching TV and eating as little as is humanly possible.  Life’s just simpler this way, and far less messy.