09/19/2024
Something I posted elsewhere:
When this smoke clears, and Trump is escorted to either "the 19th hole" in his golf course--bury him facedown, so he can see where he's going--or to what my dad called "the home for the feebs"--or to jail...then I hope we can have a political convo about s**t that matters.
I am a Democrat. I work for a living. I am a union man (only the last few months, but I'm proud; took me my whole life to get here, after going for decades of living on empty promises from typical Silicon Valley types.)
I like taxing rich f**kos like spaceman turned poet Elon, and I like using their money to help poor kids, such as the ones me and my siblings were, once.
I like having nice public things. I love good trains and parks and museums and public universities.
Am I going too far? OK, then let's have a convo about economics that is free of these religious fruitbats and pants inspectors.
You know, Republicans--field a damn team, already!
