Bon Appétit!

h/t Wilder

You don't get to sanity by convincing crazy people to vote with you.

You get to sanity by ignoring the crazy people.

People who don't get this, without receiving the 2x4 Of Knowledge over the head, have been co-opted by idiocy and Common Core teaching. They're the exact problem, and the reason the entire republic is currently eating a 20'-long party sub shit sandwich, 24/7/365, in every realm of endeavor. Foreign policy, domestic policy, economics, education, health care, crime, the border, taxes, spending, the military, and all politics in general and in specifics, for two generations.

STOP SUCKING UP TO LUNATICS.

Dear idiots: Kissing the asses of Crazy People isn't bipartisanship. It's ass-kissing. If bipartisanship is such a great thing, let them come over to our side, and kiss Trump's ass. Not the other way around.

Word To Your Mother: Trump shits on bipartisanship, and tells fucktards they're fucktards, and then doubles and triples down. This is why Trump won. Three times. And it's WORKING. So if him doing all that is why you have TDS and a scorching case of butthurt, you're the fucktard in the equation.

If this concept is too hard for you, STFU until you can suss it out for yourselves. You want to hug the crazy people? Go to a BLM rally, or downtown Portland, and bring a Fucktard home to live with you. Get back to us on how that works out. Meantime, fuck off with yapping about "bipartisanship". It's not 1910, and the Democommunists are not the Loyal Opposition.

They're simply a bunch of communist motherf**kers who want to burn the entire country down, because "this time, communism will work!"

If you don't get that by this point in history, you're too short for the Internet, and too stupid for this conversation.

Kindly unfuck yourselves, and shut up until you grow up. 

In the meantime, step aside, and let the adults carry on the conversation.

Including, if it comes to it, "politics by other means."

The time for pearl-clutching and smelling salts was...oh, wait, that was Never.

And nobody has time to buy you another case of tampons until you figure that out.

Who Run Bartertown?

h/t Divemedic

 

No one who matters gives a f**k about these rent-a-shill c*nts and their command hallucinatory allegations.

The president-elect appointed someone? Unless you have video proof of them with a dead girl or a live boy, no one else should GAF either. It's background noise, and we aren't playing by their rules any more.

Ultimately, if his picks aren't confirmed, Trump should fire everyone he can at that agency/department, step in himself, and send everyone else there home on unpaid leave until his choices are confirmed. Let it grind to a screeching halt.

We can get to less government by January 21st, 2025 that way, and the screams would penetrate 30' of reinforced concrete in 0.2 seconds.

On January 22nd, if they still don't get it, he should start closing every federal office and building in every Democrat's district and state, including the Post Office. If that means moving entire military commands out to other bases/states, so be it. Call it a deployment readiness exercise.

By Day Three, all his picks would be confirmed, 100-0.

You play ball with the Donald, or you get the bat shoved up your @$$. With barbed wire embedded in the business end.

He should have taught them that lesson by Day Two of his first term, but it's never too late to readjust their perspective on "Who run Bartertown?"

This kind of realpolitik isn't pretty. It's f***ing beautiful.

Personally, I'd start with Adam Schiff-head, and start pulling the military out of their CA bases at 0001 hours on January 22nd next year, until further notice, and put every government contract hereabouts on indefinite hold. Including redeploying the entire Coast Guard currently in the state, and all air traffic controllers, out of the state entirely. The Navy would be told to anchor in international waters, and every other swinging Richard would be removed from the state NLT midnight, same day.

Schiff-head would find out where his bread was buttered before the morning paper hit his doorstep the next morning, and that would be the end of that, at warp speed.

Grab the Senate by the pussy.

And take notes on who started this crap, and pay them back every single day, until they cry and beg for mercy. Then kick them while they're down. In the crotch.

Remember this scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark?: 

Marion Ravenwood:"I can be reasonable!"

Major Toht, waving a red hot poker "That time is passed."

Ravenwood: "Wait! I'll tell you everything!"

Toht, basking in the glow of that poker "Yes. I know you will."

That needs to be every single day of the coming administration, until their biggest fear is drawing Trump's attention, let alone his ire.

Elections have consequences. Losing this one means the party out of power gets to suck it, hard, every single day, until they learn to suck less. If that's even possible.

"It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot have both." 

- Nicolo Machiavelli, The Prince

Match Point

 h/t Vlad Tepes

Could somebody get a big icepack for Dr. Fauci to put on the giant red handprint on the side of his face from that roundhouse bitchslap from a Nobel Prize Winner in Medicine? And maybe a crowbar, to get his glasses un-imbedded from his cheek, after he pries his own head out of his ass?