I was married on the very day some nut famously predicted the apocalypse would occur. Turns out marriage is NOT the end of the world.
Don’t worry, they’ve aggravated the tyrants too (according to President Abbott of the Republic of Texas).
Ah, the Lethal Company fitness plan.
And now, election years don’t officially end until January 20, because apparently you can still mess things up until that point.
We need to bring in the best of the best for this: call in Roger Wilco!
“Thanks for proving my point that you would not believe my citations any way.”
Oh, is that how it works? In that case, Trump sacrificed one hundred babies on January 19 in order to regain the White House (alas, he then short-changed Moloch’s additional price of an ounce of his own blood, making Don Junior give his instead, so Moloch refused to call forth the Legions of Hell the next day).
I won’t provide citations because you won’t believe them anyway, and if you doubt me that will just prove it.
“…including his using his father’s position to make money and to share that money with ‘the Big Guy’.”
I wasn’t aware that was a crime.
And neither, apparently, was the Trump family, since they did that all the time, openly. (Google all the times Trump had his secret service agents stay at a Trump resort, or held a meeting with foreign dignitaries at same, on the government’s dime.)
I wasn’t even aware Donald had asked for a plea deal. Hunter went from a max sentence of five years for tax evasion down to two years probation + paying off the missing taxes (or would have, if the judge hadn’t shot the plea down). How much off Donald’s max sentence of 450 years for espionage is the prosecution in Florida offering him?
They’re on it.
“Fun will now commence.”