I love the State of the Union…the pomp and circumstance…the tradition…Pelosi sitting behind Trump with a big, dumb look on her face.

Well, OK…her normal expression.

Hey, it was more exciting than that crappy, boring Super Bowl two days earlier.

Sixteen lousy points…gimme a break.

So….The state of the union is…constipated?  Or so it seemed by looking at the anguished mugs of every Democrat, who looked like one would if they inhaled six pounds of provolone and were completely…um…backed-up….and there was a strike at the Ex-Lax factory. Continue reading →