MAGA and Shadilay, dear friends, TrumpDay is upon us once again!
Shakespeare in the Park has caught a homicidal strain of TDS.
Aussie anti-Trump antifa goons get their asses handed to them.
I SAW the second-best minds of my not-so-Great Generation destroyed by Trump Derangement Syndrome, pasty, paunchy, tenured, and not looking too sharp naked,
with the absolute loss of political significance butchered out of their own body politic good to lose a thousand years.
Don Surber uses the precise and correct word to describe the so-called #resistance.
Trump supporters send a commie running from her own town hall.
Melania is still lovely.
Today’s post is short, I know. I had my once every six month endocrinologist appointment today and not only was it a long drive, but the awful harpies of The View were on the waiting room tv while I was there and all the hatred from those awful “ladies” has me feeling tired. The blatant ignorance and willful dishonesty of celebrity TDSers is tiring. Endo visit was routine, and the nurse enjoyed my explanation for the high blood pressure reading she got (she also loathes The View).
Ciao for now. Happy TrumpDay, y’all, MAGA!