212 cranky pants bears


Last night, we had a chance to hear from a grown-up, uninterrupted.

But of course, somebody didn't want that to happen.

And, if you believe dear leader, everything is just perfect. My father-in-law believed in him once, but he didn't get a second chance. He died of a hoax first.

If you don't think dear leader is a copy cat, take-whatever-you-said-and-act-like-it's-their-idea, unoriginalist, his"me too" town hall was I'm sure totally fresh and full of great truths about how he's saving our country from socialists. 

Personally, I think he just couldn't stand getting less attention.

Meanwhile, the usual strings are being pulled (or not) to crater the economy and make sure the next guy is properly screwed.

Honesty...

 Is such a lonely word...

 Honesty is hardly ever heard...

 And mostly what I need from you.

I don't want some pretty face...

To tell me pretty lies...

 All I want is someone to believe.

Alternately to these two options, you could seek your own truth.


File under: yoyo economy (you're on your own)

Wherein city services are cut, leading to an invasion of trash-eating, cat-poo-infected, can't-hibernate-because-of-global-warming cranky pants bears.

 
Unfortunately, this reminds me a bit of the dental clinic I went to last week. Following all the rules, but still, a bunch of people unmasked indoors.

I mean, honestly, this makes zero sense. At least UCSF took our temperatures.

Why?

Oh...

Pretty sure I lost the Pickled Pistol when I said I was voting for Kamala, the one ray of hope in this blindingly "white" octogenarian shitstorm.

So, I'll repeat, go Kamala!



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