Archive for June, 2017
Louie, Louie, Me Gotta Go … To The Bathroom To Upchuck.
Oh y’all, Louie Gohmert ain’t taking no summer break. No, sireeeee, Louie is 12 month nincompoop so there is no rest for his troubled soul.
Let me interrupt this story to tell you something I’ve just noticed. In Texas, Louie enjoys one name fame. He’s just Louie. You know, like Madonna or Cher. You say Louie anywhere in Texas and people start cringing because they know they are fixing to hear something crazy. And, God bless him, Louie did not let us down this time.
Louie thinks that Donald Trump can walk on water, which lends slight credence to the fact that Louie is deacon over at the Baptist Church. This week, Louie kinda singled out James Comey as the antiChrist du jour, which kinda takes the pressure off Barack Obama, Hollywood, and college professors, at least for this week.
Louie has decided that James Comey was fibbing during his testimony …
“I believe I heard him say he did the memo [about possible obstruction of justice] then he talked with some of his colleagues,” Gohmert insisted to Fox News host Julie Banderas. “We need to round up everybody he talked to because they were all conspiring against the president and all conspiring against their oath of office, conspiring against their own employment agreement.”
“We have a conspiracy remaining afoot in the Department of Justice that is going to be out to destroy this president and they’ve got to be fired, if not worse,” he added.
It’s a conspiracy! It’s a conspiracy! The sky is falling … on a conspiracy!
I love this part: “they’ve got to be fired, if not worse.” Worse? What? Are the stockades on back order?
Okay, here’s the stumbling block. We already have 93 US Attorney positions empty since Sessions fired them all or they left because … oooey … Sessions. If you fired everybody else, you leave Jeff Sessions alone to do the work of US Attorneys all over this country. If that doesn’t scare your butt, you ain’t got full brain capacity.
If talking to somebody constitutes a conspiracy, then … oh yes, I will say it … shut the hell up, Louie.
Thanks to everybody for the heads up.
Oh Be Still My Heart!
This just popped up on my phone. I’m headed to the grocery store to buy more popcorn!

Well, Here’s The Answer
In case you, like everyone else, were wondering why Trump nominated Calista Gingrich as Ambassador to the Vatican, being as how she’s not particularly good at anything except jewelry buying and husband stealing, which, by the way, are not necessarily the best resume to the Holy See, I have an answer.
Oh Newt, Oh really? Newt’s latest Trump book is on Amazon now for you to buy and review.
Mr. Gingrich provides unique insight into how the new president’s past experiences have shaped his life and style of governing. This book also includes Mr. Gingrich’s thorough analysis of how President Trump thinks and makes decisions, as well as the president’s philosophy, doctrine, and political agenda going forward.Further, these pages hold a detailed discussion of Trump-style solutions for national security, education, health care, economic growth, government reform, and other important topics. Mr. Gingrich also identifies the forces in the Washington establishment, media, and bureaucracy that will oppose the president at every turn.
I hope they don’t try to baptize Newt. They’d have to skim nasty off the holy water for a month.
Fried Okra and Cornbread
Honey, Honey, Honey, I’m making me a big ole jug of sweet tea come next Tuesday when Jefferson Beauregard Sessions bring his lil’ cornpone self to testify to the Senate Committee on What The Tarnation Are You Boys Doing.
I am certain that Mrs. Session’s baby boy Jeffie will tell the whole truth in the cutest way possible.
And if you come here on Tuesday morning, I will ask you what are you doing here when Jeff is on the electric teevee explainin’ how it is that a boy from Selma, Alabama, came to dance the jig for a New York real estate tycoon.
It ought to be fun, I think.
Culinary Scandal
File under “Long Ago in a Galaxy Far Away”…
If you’re like me, you’ve run out of words to describe the slow motion train wreck that is today’s White House. Shocked. Stunned. Astonished. Embarrassed. Humiliated. Outraged. Aggrieved. None of those words sufficiently describe the relentless onslaught on our senses these last months as The. Worst. President. In. U.S. History. eviscerates virtually every tradition, custom, and law that governs our executive branch. Common decency suffered a quick death at 12:01 on January 20th. After that, this walking, talking violation of the Constitution has been urinating all over our society while stuffing his pockets full of foreign money. Have I described this administration accurately? I believe I have.
So. Let’s go back to this same point in Barack Obama’s first term. He was also dealing with a HUGE scandal himself. The scandal? He went out for a hamburger with his pal, VP Joe Biden and dared to order his burger with dijon mustard. That’s right, folks, that sissy latte’ sipping secret Muslim from Kenya dared to order a traditional American dish with a French mustard. Outrageous. The noise machine lit up, lead by the knuckle dragger, Sean Hannity. Have a look:
That same noise machine today (what’s left of it) is whistling past the grave yard, defending Trump and his mob buddies for cozying up to despots and hackers. I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if characters from The Empire showed up as Trump surrogates on national television.