Despite the fact there appears to be a conspiracy among ReThugs that they will not mention immigration and the North Pole in the same breath, truth be told? Without Santa’s immigrant labor, labor the Oxycontin-addicted, white ‘murika would never stoop to perform (unless there was, like, I dunno, heroin bonuses), Christmas in America would be a particularly dismal affair.
But we’re not supposed to notice this, nor the fact the the ReThugs just raped the country to the tune of over a trillion dollars. Or the fact that the Pussy Grabber in Chief is either suffering from senile dementia, Alzheimer’s, or even end-stage syphilis…
Well, I’m here to tell you: That’s it!
2017 has finally became all too much; the Charles’ household is disappearing until after the 2018 College Football Playoff National Championship at Overrated European Auto Manufacturer Stadium, located somewhere near Hotlanta, Georgia, is completed. 1 Posting will yadda yadda yadda until our return.
If some event…like the president* suddenly barfs up hairballs at a news conference/golf outing, is sued by the many women he sexually assaulted, is indicted by Bob Mueller, shows up at Walter Reed to “visit” servicemen (as a cover or another parenterally administered dose of Penicillin G), throws a shit-fit because the UN disses him, or suffers from a sudden lead injection syndrome…take it as read I’m laughing my ass off.
In the interim, enjoy the holidays and our gift of a little retro Christmas music below.