The sun is brighter.  The air is sweeter.  Food, more scrumptious.  My IPA’s hoppier.

Even sex is better…well, I can only assume.

Ah, such is life with the Orange Savior back where he belongs…in the People’s House.  Maybe we rename that THE SANE PEOPLE’S HOUSE.  I’ll start the petition.

Trump’s victory on November 5th is undoubtedly the greatest, and seemingly, the most improbable, political comeback in the nation’s history.

It’s what opening up a can of electoral Whoop Ass looks like.  And so predictable.  The resulting hysterical Marxist meltdown warms my heart.  To say I’m reveling in their misery is the understatement of the millennium.

Jimmy Kimmel crying like a little bitch.  Crazy Libtards posting TikTok videos screaming into their stupid phones.  It’s like a drug that causes an out-of control firing of the pleasure synapses in my brain.  For the first time in my life, I truly understand addiction. Continue reading →