Hi!
At this moment in history, chaos is rampant in the world. The idiotic wars, the protection of pedophiles, the rampant epidemic of blind stupidity that carries overwhelming symptoms of boot licking, butt kissing and an uncontrollable urge to try to spin gold out of bullshit.
But...
As most of us work our way through this muck, tirelessly striving to get to the other side without suffering irreparable damage, we need to take a breath once in a while. Even as we continue to throw light into the shadows, making the pests nervous as hell, we can still eat the ice cream and smell the flowers.
It can be easy to be swallowed up by what is happening, but every now and then, it's good to take enough of a step back, a step big enough that allows room for joy, for laughter.
I never thought I would say this, but we should take a page out of King Charles' book of humour.
I mean...
The digs in his speech just subtle enough, going over the heads of the majority of Republicans, as they stood and clapped like the trained seals they are for the pokes and jabs delivered with surgical precision.
Then there was the gift of the bell.
I mean...
It was a bell from a British submarine the H.M.S. Trump. A submarine that was a complete and utter dud. Then there is the meaning of the bell itself. Gifting someone a bell is referring to the bell end, which kind of resembles the head of a penis. When someone in Britain calls you a bellend, or gives you a bell, they are calling you and dumb dickhead.
We know it's shiny and gold in colour, being brass and all, so the Cheeto will treasure it, but when you caught the look in the King's eyes as he was making the presentation of said bell, you would have seen what was behind the pleasant words. It was the same look my dad would get in his eyes when he knew he had pulled off a fantastic prank.
Okay, and now can we talk about the correspondence dinner fiasco?
As more information comes to light, the events of that night look more and more hinky. Even those who are doing their level best to not see what is unfolding in front of their eyes are finding it more and more difficult to not see what is unfolding in front of their eyes.
It would have taken a perfect storm of incompetency and and idiocy to allow this guy to get as far as he did. Although I will never underestimate the abundance of both of these traits among Grand Cheeto bootlickers, something like this shouldn't have been able to happen. Even with the intellectual deficiency that flooded that space, they should have been smarter than the dog. The dog figured it out instantly. Then to find out the "shooter" never shot at all, and the only shots fired were from secret service, and the only guy that got hit was one of their own... I mean...
You combine all of this with the bragging about how many cognitive tests he's taken, other moronic drivel that keeps drooling out of the his mouth, his posts, AND his falling asleep friggin' everywhere, and then expect comedians NOT to jump all over this self-proclaimed jesus? The complete lack of logic reaches a level of delusion I will never understand.
So, in these times of uncertainty, and chaos, sift through and find any joy you can, if you can't find it, create it. Yes, we are living through crazy times, but we have to remember to Live through them the best we can, and not just survive them.
Dear neighbours to the south, it's time. You got this.
Tick Tock, Cheeto, Tick Tock...
