Because OMG, Holy F***in' Reality, Snowflake, you just this minute realized POTUS only answers to you once every four years!!!
And you want to pitch a bitch now?
Hang on a second, Baby Ducks, let me bring up another few material facts:
"Hi! We're the Flying Dumbass Douchecanoe Quadruplets! Remember Us?"
"J'accuse! It's HIM, Officer! THAT's the man who was raping my puppy!"
"Which one, ma'am?"
"You idiot! ALL of them! They're ALL HIM!"
So thinking back on the last 28 years of soopergeniuses, versus the most recent one, tell me again about how you just noticed things in Mordor are somewhat askew.
And for you Common Core grads, let me remind you of a salient point probably not covered for you at any point in history, unless you first arrived here from a foreign country, legally, and they made you read this thing a time or three:
So, bearing in mind the above, whose job is it to present the national budget?
If this question perplexes you, because it was too hard...
return to the high school which granted you a diploma, and seek an immediate refund of your tuition.
For those of you who passed that little pop quiz, you know that Pres.Trump isn't the problem, these guys are:
|Bitch McConjob and Quisling Ryan|
Don't take my word for it; ask any ten people the above questions, and see how long before you find even one who can go 4 for 4 on those queries. And it's not much better in most newsrooms, since forever.
Besides that, you have a federal budget with 1300 pages, at a $Billion in spending per page. According to the last census, there are only 308,745,538 people in the US who have a bitch about any given page of the spending bill. Take an effing number, Jack.
We'll overlook, for the moment, that after eight years of HopeyDopey's hand-picked monkeywrenchers gang-raping the Pentagon pooch non-stop until it's bleeding, we have a Department of Defense where the Air Force has bought a plane which can't fly, the Navy has built ships that can't do anything, and carriers that can't launch airplanes, while the Army can't prosecute actual traitors, deserters, and open communists within its ranks, and the Marines couldn't fight off the Girl Scouts to hold the line on basic physical standards for infantry combat, which is quite simply the only reason to have a Marine Corps in the first place, and then tell me that the president was putting too much emphasis on rebuilding the military to be able to, y'know, actually do it's g**d****d JOB!
We'll also overlook the fact that the president never ran as a conservative, would still be a Democrat in at least 35 states, isn't my guy (as I noted here in some depth), but has nonetheless governed as the most conservative US president bar none since Calvin Coolidge, leaving even Ronaldus Magnus himself a distant second, and achieved that status after only one year.
No, I see your point, you're right, none of that matters:
Let's bring back the stumbling, pathologically lying, mentally crippled alcoholic Lady Macbeth, Felonia Von Pantsuit herself.
Yeah, let's do that.
Or, just maybe, you could slather some Vaseline around your collar, get a good grip, and a well-forged crowbar, and pull your heads out of your sphincters until you hear a satisfying "POP!", your head goes from blue to pink again, and you feel much less mentally constipated.
Just a suggestion, mind you, if it applies to you, but no points for guessing where I think you probably ought to put your chips.
For the rest of you, you knew the vacation wasn't going to last forever. The honeymoon is over, and you aren't going to topple Mordor with one well-placed blow.
So maybe getting back on that plan to stockpile your own strategic necessities: beans, bullets, band-aids, bullion, etc., as well as make personal connections in meatspace with as many like-minded and well-heeled friends as you can personally amass, might be a more profitable investment of your time and energy.
If we have a pressing shortage of low-information fucktards throwing their diaper spackle at the internet like a gatling-trebuchet of poo, we can always download the comments page of HuffPo, or just call over to the green room at MSNBC.
Don't be Those Guys.