When corrupt and really stupid collide you get, uh, clupid?
Yes, indeed. And Clupid’s arrow of fucknuttery just pierced the hearts of every wannabe fascist in the nation:
Oh, yeah, what a boneheaded move on your part! Except you didn’t, Chachi:
And, yeah, the one he’s complaining about is obviously not the one pertaining to the VA.
Okay, so it’s bad enough that our pr*sident appears to regret signing a good-government bill simply because he wants to tar-and-feather the guy who ratted him out. But it’s arguably worse that he can’t remember important bills that he’s signed while in office. I have a feeling you could put a bill in front of him banning McDonald’s french fries, and since he doesn’t bother to read anything, it would go through without a hitch.
Wait, that’s a fucking brilliant idea. How do we make this happen? He’ll spend the rest of his tenure railing against the idiot who banned McDonald’s fries, and he won’t be able to stay focused on evil. He’ll never know it was he himself who did it, either. It would sort of make him a modern-day Oedipus, only far stupider.
Anyway, the pr*sident is a moron who doesn’t pay attention to what he’s doing and doesn’t appear to care. Unless it involves viciously punishing people who hold him accountable.
Happy Monday.
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