Christmas 2017

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.

Christmas 2017

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  1. Meh – who cares? When they finally only allow conferences champions to contend for the championship, then it will be worth watching. Until then the NCAA remains as corrupt and fixed as FIFA, the IOC and our new Neo-Confederate Kleptocracy. Fuck ’em all.

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