so el trumpo says that if he loses this November's election he's not about to leave the White House. I suppose the idiot is making a veiled threat for a civil war. anyway, should el trumpo lose the election and then refuse to leave the White House, well, send the F.B.I. to the White House and drag his sorry ass out of the White House kicking and screaming. I'm fairly certain that should el trumpo lose the election, Melania will have already packed up her shit, grabbed a hold of her el trumpo spawn and left for parts unknown. why in hell would Melania allow el trumpo to name their kid 'Barron'? that poor little fucker will suffer for that his entire life. November's election can't get here fast enough. I've had more than enough of trump, senators, congress in general, Covid-19 plague and the accompanying misdirections and intolerable lack of leadership, social distancing, Ellen DeGenerate, television overall, and the death of FM radio. damn that last part just sucks. so here comes some existential surrealism to lighten you day with bonhomie, good thoughts, rainbows, unicorns, dead whales that got themselves stranded, and ramen. evidently Japanese ramen noodles will fix just about anything. why, the ramen noodles will even fix your flat tires and jump start a dead battery. not.
surreal -
existential suffering and Breonna Taylor -
klangelical sporting events. TTFN :{
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