Happy Monday to one and all. The agony is now over and done with and congratulations to whomever won the big game. At the time of my pounding this screed out on the old keyboard, the big game is on and I'm watching the Phoenix Open Golf Tourny. The Open has come down to a two man playoff and some kid has just beat the old veteran and the Open is over and done with. I don't know about the big game. I've read some "reports" that made a thing out of Taylor Swift actually making it to the big game and I'm of the opinion that Taylor Swift being at a super bowl is more than just superfluous fluff. Ms. Swift has absolutely nothing to do with football other than her current meat muffin plays for the Kansas City team. Swift's current meat muffin plays the position of 'tight end' for Kansas City. I could suppose that the irony of Swift squeezing a 'tight end' is, well, ironic. Irrelevance reigns supreme in our postmodern America. The sports book joints in Vegas were actually taking bets on whether Swift would make it to Vegas for the game. Yeah I would insist that Taylor Swift's being at the game is a shade more than superfluous fluff. Anyway, Monday would be Abe Lincoln's birthday and old Abe is now 215 years old. Did you know that back in the day, Abe Lincoln's birthday was an actual federal holiday? Well that most certainly is true. Irrelevance to the left of me ... irrelevance to the right of me and now it's time for Monday machine art.
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America's living albatross (read the literary epic 'The Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner) and that would of course be donny 'boy' trump. numbnuts gave a speech some damn where in America and the sleazy fuck is advocating that Russia "attack members of NATO" for sport or some insane damn reason. Russia takes any advise from ex-president loser-boy and shit will be on full bore then. 😐
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