Teh Squeaky Wheel
Only five weeks until election day; go SMOD!
I’ll see your shoebox of kittehs and raise you a tub of evil.
Cats. Still don’t trust them, no matter how cute they pretend to be.
36 days to go. Anymore, I don’t much care who wins, I just want it to be over.
So I woke up to this song in my head this morning:
Newcastle Brown, I’m tellin’ you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy whore and a rollin’ dance floor
It’s got your head spinnin’ round
Clinton: What kind of genius loses a billion dollars? Uh, anyone remember healthcare.gov?
What kind of genius…sodomizes an intern with a cigar in the Oval Office?
What kind of genius…promises to get that guy that made that video?
What about the six billion that disappeared from State’s coffers on Mrs. Clinton’s watch?
Or the missing Haiti relief money?
Sure Happy It’s…oh, wait. It’s only Tuesday. Good morning, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
I hear there’s a Vice-Presidential wank-fest tonight. I’m sure the ratings will by yuuuuuuge!
Hillary! isn’t even talking about Obamacare on the campaign trail -- that’s how bad it’s gotten. In some places there is only one company offering insurance through the health care exchanges. Blue Cross/Blue Shield was going to pull out of some markets, but that would have left no one offering insurance in those markets.
Seems that you’re as excited about tonight’s debate as we are.
Meanwhile, Il Douchey is getting ready to break the law again to further bail out his craptastic Obamacare:
I’m anticipating the GOP scum in Congress will again do nothing to thwart the President…because they’re nearly all corrupt cowards who love big government every bit as much as the Dems.
Mike Pence getting ready for tonight’s debate.
Yee hah: another debate. Going for the underdog, I’m hoping Pence has a good showing. If he does, maybe that will give Trump some ideas on how to act next Sunday.