They will not divide us!

You know, like that guy, Shia Meatloaf's stupid-assed camera-in-the-wall shit. I predict that California will not secede from the union. (And which of you really gives a flying turd if it does?)

But if it does, it will not remain in one piece because of the vast differences in opinion on this state's regions. And, if the secession succeeds, here's how I think it will shake out:

..life IS good as long as he does not divide the SJW weenies.

Biblical Trump

Courtesy of Tom, my retired Georgia homicide dick high-school chum:

Donald Trump is constantly bombarded by questions concerning his spirituality, alleged Christian beliefs and so forth.

He was recently asked if he could quote any Bible verses. He replied,

"Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Deport him and you do not have to feed him again."

Trump 20:16

..ain't life grand?

Just GTFO, Asshole!

Well, it's finally over and The Lawn Jockey POTUS and his consort, Mikey Obama, are on the big silver bird heading out to Palm Springs for four weeks of golf before he returns to D.C. By the way, once this asshole's POTUS credentials expire, the call sign on any military aircraft carrying him is no longer Air Force One. It becomes something else like "Executive One" or something.

Frankly, I prefer "Excrement One"; so much more appropriate!

But, like that guest at your party who just won't take the hint, even after the clock ran out on The Lawn Jockey POTUS kept milking it for all it's worth with hugging, grasping, and hand clutching, and yet another speech at Andrews. They needed to get get ahook to get this guy off the stage just like on the old Vaudeville days.

Good riddance, asshole. Enjoy your time off! What are the odds that they fly him back on "Excrement One" when his rent runs out in the California desert?

Well, for those into memorabilia, Here's some snippets from Drudge on January 20th, 2017:

..a Date..no, an instant..I thought would never come!

The New Sheriff Comes to Town!

..welcome to the swamp, Mr President!

The Long Goodbye: Winding down to the bitter end..

..here is me, heaving great, dry sobs over these poor little assholes being thrown out in the cold cruel world!

F**K Google and its Cutesy Pie Shit!

A friend of mine at work wants to go work at Google because it's got a super cool work environment what with the folks sprawling out on the campus lawns and throwing Frisbees and cavorting with their sleek, fluffy Golden Retrievers and all that Millennial Snowflake bullshit.

That shit produces kumbaya shit like this EVERY DAY:

..which induces reactions like this EVERY DAY:

In my opinion, it's why these assholes cannot get used to reality and shit. I believe that the work place should be just that: a place where people do work.

If only..

..he had been a little more sympathetic to the 2A mileu of the American people and the nastiness of gun control, Piers Morgan might have been the second coming of Christopher Hitchins. I remember chafing at Mr Hitchins' opinions where they diverged from mine (i.e., religion and Christianity) but loved the man for his adherence to his principles and his steadfast defense of western civilization versus the towel-headed camel riders from the M.E.

Actually, I just pointed out the flaw in my own dislike of Morgan: he expresses his views of Trump AND had heretofore stated that he does not believe in the 2A gun culture of the United States. I guess a man is entitled to his opinion and maybe the reason it chafed was because he had a megaphone on CNN and used it to spout his views HERE in the U. S. of A. Now that he is back on English soil, he is more than welcome to his own beliefs so long as they do not come with the attendant hectoring.

All right, Piers, like Patton said to the Russian general after they called each other sons of bitches, "O.K. I will drink to that -- one son of a bitch to another."

On a tangential note, Kurth Schlicter over at the normally turgid and constipated Town Hall web site has cut loose with yet another farewell to the ever-diminishing Lawn Jockey POTUS. His language is spritely and irreverent and his points sublimely valid.

America’s Nobody-in-Chief is finally going away, his last spasm of rhetorical onanism completely overshadowed by Donald Trump neatly turning the tables on the media purveyors of that fake dossier that tried and failed to paint the PEOTUS as the second coming of Bob Crane.

Good riddance. And welcome President Trump. I have a simple two-word request for you:

Avenge us!

The last two months have been hysterically funny as President Faily McWorsethancarter desperately tried to remain relevant. He’s taken leading from behind to a whole new level – he’s actually now behind behind. No one is listening to him. No one cares. While Obama wanders the halls of power, looking for people to pat him on the back, Trump is out there leading. Carrier – saved. Appointments – heading to confirmation. CNN – dissed n’ dismissed. One tweet from Trump and he resets the paradigm like a boss. Ask L.L. Bean. It’s getting hard to handle all this #winning.

While the helpless mainstream media frets over its irrelevance, Obama is left urging his minions to throw little tantrums out in the Deep State, trying to do just a little more damage to this country before he is finally exiled to comfortable obscurity. But payback is a Pelosi; soon Trump’s pen and phone are going to be wielded by the guy who Team Integrity has been calling “illegitimate” since the moment Hillary lost and it again became patriotic to question election results. All that last-minute regulatory nonsense is getting overturned. America will be a beacon of freedom to Cubans once again. The Western land thefts will be undone. We’ll drill, baby, drill. It’s going to be awesome, as will the tsunami of liberal tears.

And there’s nothing you haters can do about it. Nothing. You can howl about Russians, conflicts of interest, and innovative sexuality, but the only thing we care about are the four more years of a Clinton White House that we dodged November 8th. Nothing will stick to him, nothing will stop him. There’s your tribute, America’s Elite. There’s your legacy, Mainstream Media. Nothing you say matters anymore. Nothing. We don’t need you. We don’t trust you. And, even if we did, we don’t care about anything you say. You did this to yourselves.

His last graph is sweet:

So, as President Feckless packs his junk and goes away, he leaves a smoldering ruin of a party, an elite fearfully clutching at its fading power, and the potential for splitting the country in two. His legacy of failure and his contempt for normal Americans has ensured that in his place will be a president committed to ruthless conservative change and who won’t sit back and just passively suck up attacks from the cultural hacks. Donald Trump and a conservative Supreme Court are your legacy, Barack Obama. Good riddance, and welcome aboard the solar-powered high-speed rail express train to Karmatown.

..life is supremely good.

It just occurred to me..

..all of the Hollywood elites are gizzing over Meryl Streep's Golden Globules speech last night (except for Mel Gibson and Vince Vaughn, alleged conservatives) but drudge reports that the ratings were tepid for a show loaded with self-congratulation and terminal virtue-signaling.

If they have so much fun doing this, why don't they just put a basket with the necessary implements under each seat, turn down the lights, turn up the sound, and let all of those scummy bastages do their very best Meg-Ryan-Harry-Met_Sally imitations:

Trump Change!

..so?