But, hey, the good news is we can take a break from politics, between-the-legs passes of black men and spend the rest of the week talking about the Masters…and Tiger’s putter.
Holy Crap! What’re you people thinkin’? Death threats, spittin’ at members of Congress, callin’ ‘em horrible names, throwin’ money at Parkinson’s patients…and that’s just in my family!
Okay, so let’s take a quick look out the window…no, the sky is not falling.
Let’s stand still for just a moment…yes, the earth appears to be still spinning on its axis.
Let’s check the wires…nope, no reports of hordes of mongrel and socialist orcs washing over the Canadian border or from any of...
But, really, guys & gals of the knuckle-dragging variety, you really need to install mirrors. You’re starting to look and sound…well…let’s face it…like cartoons; like parodies of yourselves.
You’re really starting to look Homer-ish. DOH!
And speaking of what Easterners are calling the, “snowpocalypse” (harsh winter weather won’t stop hyperbole), the snow gives morons all across ‘Murka the opportunity to say, “Hey, look, it’s snowing! There’s no global warming after all! Back to the Hummer!...and I don’t mean the truck.”