*Tom Morello has entered the chat

This can only go well.

The best predictor of future behavior is past behavior, so I’d say there’s plenty of supporting evidence.

…and my axe!

I’m not a prayerful guy by nature, but my one consistent plea to the great infinity beyond my comprehension has been that this example of necrotic toxicity gets the opportunity to intimately understand his place in humanity’s halls of existence. In my appeals to the vacuous expanse, it is my naive optimism that allows me to hope that there occurs a singular moment where he achieves enough awareness that, as exemplified in the poem Ozymandias, he presents before the vast and empty sands of time and know that he mattered not. His only ability existed in making others recoil in disgust. Such an ephemeral epiphany where he palpably fathoms his aloneness, embarrassment, and bereftness of internal rest in salvation by his actions and lifelong pursuit to refuse life’s opportunity to create peace in a universe of chaos.

I, unfortunately, understand that I am asking too much.

Tell that to Stalin. 🤣

Fair enough.

It’s really too bad we live in a world where even quoting words from a 1930’s Boston satirist, to make a metaphorical and illustrative point, could be remotely construed as an act of violence.

Oh, would you like at that! We’re already back to the “unprofessionally childish” bit again! 🤣

No worries, and take heart. There’s plenty of us here that are ready to “…hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats”, we’re just waiting for some of the others to catch up. If nothing else, Americans have traditionally been slow on the uptake, but quick to adapt once the last vestiges of comfort are perceived to be fleeting. At least that’s the hope I personally cling to.

I mean, the average citizen put him there again, so I’m not quick to trust their range of ability for reason and behavior.

Unprofessionally childish is the first in a litany of descriptors used to exemplify this rectal fissure’s countenance. And yes, there’s a good number of us here that were/are ashamed and would rather have seen him on his hands and knees taking it dry while serving the rest of his pathetic existence in prison for his inaugural attempt at usurping our laws and peace during his first tenure as Diddler-in-Chief.

Oookay.

Inconceivable!

Out of curiosity, how many watts did my brain just consume contemplating the nose, flavor profile, mouth feel, food pairing selection, and post-dining cordial choices of said titties?

Yarp

He don’t even have his license, Lisa!