In Kneepads' case, she already has sh*t for brains, so she doesn't need the morbidly advanced case of Alzheimer's that Emperor Poopypants is laboring under every waking moment (which, with 11AM daily naps, isn't very many each day).
With this level of IQ running the sh*tshow? Dig your bunker deep, and stock it well. It only gets worse from here, and you probably won't recognize today a month or three hence.
Recall that on New Year's this year, gasoline was about $4/gal here in Califrutopia, and $3 everywhere else. It's $6 here now. And this is still the early innings.
Also before January, the only time anyone (who wasn't wearing a tinfoil chapeau) was seriously concerned about nuclear war was 1989.
1989, FFS.
Wait until the coming supermarket stocking policies that hearken to Venezuelan levels of nothing available.
When you also recall that the war was ginned up in the first place to distract everyone from all the disastrous policies of this clownshow of idiots, it would be ironically comical in the extreme to see what it's actually accomplished. If only it wasn't for your empty shopping carts, skyrocketting inflation, and shrinking paycheck, day after day.
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