Our beloved Maxidumb Tweeter sure has some nerve cranking on the FBI just because Bob Mueller’s getting closer and closer to bagging some of the bigger names in his illicit regime. And it’s reported that our Orange Overlord has been throwing actual physical tantrums in the West Wing, complete with hurled coffee pots and bellowed vulgarities.
Awww… Poor pussy. Poooooooooooooooooooooor pussy. Is being a corrupt traitor president* tougher than being a scumbag sleazebucket slumlord, Donnie Twoscoops? I’ve got a really simple solution: QUIT. NOW. I’m sure soon-to-be-impeached-too Mike Pence can sign that total rip-off voodoo economic “tax reform” bill instead just as well as you could. Maybe he’ll even name it after you. But good luck spending it in Gitmo.
Today happens to be the 24th anniversary of Frank Zappa’s tragic death to inoperable prostate cancer; thus the title of this screed and the NSCL cartoon attached. Hey, loads of FBI agents wear brown shoes (though they’re hardly the incompetent mediocrities Zappa lampooned in his defiantly profane song).