Week of Oct. 19

Back on planet “Who The Fuck Is Still Undecided?”
It’s no secret that the Supreme Court has become increasingly less “supreme” thanks to the relentlessly evil-based work of The Tortoise and The Hair.

And now, next week, the severely imbalanced “representative” body known as the Senate is scheduled to vote on the confirmation of Amy Coney Barrett, not to replace Ruth Bader Ginsberg, but to take the massive void left by her death and bury it for decades to come under a rancid pile of fervently religious bigotry and inequality that even a starving raccoon would take a pass on.
Anywhooooo… fun fact to consider as we inevitably watch her being sworn in sometime between now and January 20th: From 2015 through 2017, waaay back when Judge Barrett was but a wee lass who hadn’t yet formed mature principles and convictions, she served on the board of Trinity Schools Inc., an organization that barred admission to children of same-sex parents and made it plain that openly gay and lesbian teachers weren’t welcome. Which means the girls at the school either didn’t have a gym teacher or someone snuck in under the radar.

The look on her face every time she even hears the word “gay”.

To be fair, Trinity’s discriminatory policies were in place years before Barrett joined the board in 2015, although it was her choice to serve for 3 years without lifting a finger to change them. But who is she to judge?
Wait a minute…
Oh, shit.

And, as always, Fuck Mitch McConnell… who, not surprisingly, seems to be rotting from the inside.

I’m not sure if this is the message he’s going for, but to me his hand represents America and the BAND-AID on his thumb represents the extent to which he’s willing to go to actually fix it.
As for why his hand looks like a coal miner’s foot, McConnell insists there are no medical concerns which only increases the chance that the bruising came from the senate majority leader repeatedly and aggressively fisting Lyndsay Graham. You know… for fun… while Trump watches… in a Russian hotel room.
#ProveMeWrong

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Remember way back in June 2015 when then-candidate Trump suggested that Mexicans are rapists, though some, he assumed, we’re good people? Remember when you thought that was probably the worst thing he could say or do to Mexicans and other immigrants who were, as that dumb whore Lady Liberty said, simply yearning to be free? Well, hold on to the novelty sombrero you bought in Cabo last winter, because we now know exactly what former A.G. Jeff Sessions’ said three years later…

“We need to take away children.”

Apparently even the ones whose parents, I assume, “are good people.”
And it turns out that was the easy part! Keeping track of which kid belonged to which adult, on the other hand, was about as important to them as making sure Russia didn’t meddle in the next election.
And it gets inhumanly worse!
Lawyers appointed by a federal judge recently revealed that they have yet to track down the parents of 545 children and that about two-thirds of those parents were deported to Central America without their children.
Not sure how that would feel? It is hard to imagine. But let’s give it a try…
Say you lived in the part of Detroit that even people who live in Detroit don’t go to. You had to get out, so you and your exhausted wife and your two extremely young children walked eleven hundred miles to Disney World figuring that would be better. But when you get there, a giant, potentially deadly chipmunk that walks on two feet and carries a camera around decides he doesn’t want you to be there. So, he takes you into custody while his partner, “Dale” stuffs your kids in a cage. Not a castle. Not a teacup. But an actual steel cage. Doesn’t matter who built the cage. All you know is that fucker “Dale” is definitely the one who threw your kids in there. A year goes by and you don’t see each other let alone get to ride any rides. None of them. Not even “It’s a Small World“. Suddenly, Goofy walks in and, despite his unusually affable demeanor, he insists you have to leave Disney World, but you can’t take your kids because, as Goofy freely admits, “We’re not sure which ones are yours, and we really don’t give a shit.” So you’re put on a bus that takes you out of the park and drops you off back in Detroit wearing a red shirt in a part of town run be a ruthless drug gang that really prefers blue shirts. Things don’t look great. And the whole time you know your kids are still back at Disney World in a cage, with very little if anything to eat and what’s worse, they’re within ear shot of rehearsals for a daily 2 o’clock “Singing Princesses” show. A truly horrifying thought. But just then, five guys in blue shirts descend upon you, and in your terrified desperation you somehow allow yourself to think, “Maybe it’s best that my kids stay where they are.”
It’s probably something like that.
Hard to say for sure.
But consider this: It’s mainly supposedly pro-life people who will undoubtedly give Trump a pass on the unforgivable way he has treated these children and families. They’ll say it’s fake news. They’ll blame Obama or Hillary or Casper the Late Term Aborted Ghost. They’ll claim these children and families deserve this because they’re only coming here to rape us in the first place. But, of course, if a woman ever was raped by a Mexican immigrant and ended up getting pregnant and wanted to end the pregnancy…
“Too fuckin’ bad! You’re the one walking around with a vagina!”

I could go on and on, if you hadn’t noticed, but stand-up comedy’s GOAT, George Carlin, did it better than I can a long time ago…