As my better half always reminds me, I’m no spring chicken.  But in my rather lengthy lifetime…and as sure as Dementia Joe’s nutsack does a half gainer into the commode water every time he sits down for his weekly dump…the entire world has NEVER EVER been on fire like it is right now.

And Biden lit the match.

But hey…let’s all kneel down together and…PREACH WITH ME BROTHERS AND SISTERS!…OH, LORDY LORDY…thank Almighty God we no longer have to wake up to those tweets calling Rosie O’Donnell a fat pig.  Or some other calorically challenged Progressive…or Republican presidential candidate from New Jersey.

I mean, the scale doesn’t lie.  Just sayin’.

So, swapping peace and prosperity to avoid a few “mean”…but often knee-slappingly funny…tweets?  Hmmm…apparently, these TDS mental defectives need to add “Art of the Deal” to their summer reading list, because as “deals” go…THAT’s a f*cking stinker all day long.

It’s akin to the Red Sox trading Babe Ruth to the Yankees way back in 1920 for a few bucks and a bag of balls.  Or in Biden’s case, a bag of bones.

Ok, I’m meandering.  Focus, focus… Continue reading →