Mr. Robin finally gets it(?)...hand over the fruitcake and no one gets hurt...it's Friday!11/16/2018
![]() Happy Friday everyone. This week has flown past without me being able to complete half the crap on my to-do list, but hey, there’s always next week, right? I’m 39 now (and holding), so you would think I’d learn to prioritize things in life. Eh, not so much. Here at The Compound I’m happy to report that the attempts by Cousin Fred and Friend Lamont to shoot down migrating sand hill cranes (the ribeye of the sky) for Thanksgiving have thus far failed. They just lay on their backs out there on the center lawn with rifles pointed skyward, but the cranes seem to be detouring around this place. A waste of time, but not a bad thing really. It keeps the two of them out of trouble. I suspect I’ll be heading into town to purchase a frozen turkey sometime today. By the way, today starts Mr. Robin’s annual fruitcake collection drive. So, if you need to make room in your freezer for stuff and have a few tins of dense molecule-packed confection that are in the way, drop them off here at The Compound! Fruitcake is always appreciated! We’ll leave the gates open (during the day) so you can swing up the U-shaped drive and drop them on the lawn near the main house. Don’t mind the two mental cases with rifles on the center lawn. They’re harmless. If you’re one of those rare individuals that actually makes their own fruitcake with the rum and/or brandy, I will drive to your location to take possession. Just drop me a line. Can never have too much fruitcake!…that’s my motto. Or in Latin, “Non potest habere nimis fruitcake!” That’ll look great on a flag or banner. Make people think I’m educated or something. Friends, I get it now. I’ve finally come to realize that Fearless Leader isn’t nearly as goofy as I originally thought. No seriously. I have, in the past, been quick to point out in this stupid blog that I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt…that surely, he isn’t the moronic fool that he often portrays. Okay, actually I think he is, but he comes up with some gems occasionally that the American public buys into. This latest epiphany came to me the other day as I was the almost-daily local newspaper here, the lead story quoted our governor-elect Bull Stitt proclaiming that he needed every Oklahoman’s help in keeping his election promises. Huh? Seriously, they delineated each and every promise that jackass made to win the office of governor and it’s up to us make sure he keeps those promises? Hey, dumbass, you made the promises, you figure it out! But, I digress… The point there is that I was suddenly reminded that all politicians are lying c*#ks*&kers (to quote Mojo Nixon). Okay, so where is this going? I’m getting there! Have you noticed that Fearless Leader’s much ballyhooed middle-class tax cut that he assured everyone would be passed prior to the mid-term elections has died out (even though Congress was in recess)? Even GOP diehards were scratching their heads trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. How was the Congress going to pay for such a tax break? What form would the tax cut take? When the media tried to talk with Congressional types in charge of putting tax cuts together, they would refer them to the White House. When the media types went to the White House for answers, they WH would refer them to Fearless Leader’s top economic advisor who would, in turn, refer them back to the Oval Office. It’s a vicious cycle, I’m tellin’ you! So, that’s the (dare I say it) genius of Fearless Leader. He knows that the woefully undereducated electorate that shoved him into office is gullible and generally desperate enough to buy into the whole “…tax cuts before the mid-terms, re-elect Republicans or it’s doomed!...” Well, guess what? It is doomed, but it was never not-doomed. Guess that makes him smarter than the rest of us. Hmmm. We’re doomed I’m tellin’ you. Give me fruitcake and I promise to stop badmouthing Fearless Leader! Yeah, that’s the ticket! That is all! Comments are closed.
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