...that crowning a clown doesn't make them noble.
It just makes the throne the driver's seat in the clown car.
To make this a perfectly shitty year, I saw the neurologist last Tuesday.
It's Parkinson's.
So I'm on borrowed time. My great hope is to borrow enough time to outlive this shitheel in order to sneak into Mar-a-Lago and piss on his grave.
I have no words, no profanities strong enough for my supposed-fellow-Americans, both those who voted for the bozo, and those who just didn't show up to vote against it.
We're gonna get it good and hard.
Today is a reminder that the "arc of history" is bullshit. "History", if it means anything, is an endless, remorseless grind of fighting people like these MAGAts, fighting their idiotic simpleminded "solutions" to complex problems, fighting their childish insistence that there was a former time of "greatness" that can be recalled if enough of the "wrong" people are exterminated.
This past year We, the People just couldn't be arsed to do that, so here we are.
I've seldom been more ashamed of being an American than I am today.
