The Mystery of Joe Biden
The Presidency That Keeps On Failing
I do a lot of research.
I spend a lot of time with my dad, who doesn’t tolerate if I don’t know what’s going on. He’s tough. I’ve got to deal with it.
Don’t get me wrong, I like to know what’s going on, and I don’t mind if my dad insists I do. He’s been in politics, business and law and is a great sounding board and place to learn. But I have to know what’s going on! It’s on one hand a game we play, the two of us … but on the other hand it’s life or death.
This is a game I’m more than willing to discuss with someone who thinks, someone who cares. But it’s odd, and can be insulting for me to run into a random person who claims to “care,” but they obviously don’t know what’s going on. You don’t want to get into it with me, or my dad. Some of my “friends” on Facebook; where do you live, in a hole?
I can’t spoon feed the information people have been sickly tortured into believing is “already debunked,” as if they have mush for brains. I can’t stand quiet when “Dave,” who I’ve known since childhood, decides to get carried away with his “caring” attitude and insult everyone. You’re a fool if you fall for that. And while it’s easy these days to be a fool (apparently), I still can’t find it in myself to tolerate not only insulting random people about their medical decisions, but also blatantly abandoning your duty as a citizen of the greatest country in the world to know what you’re talking about.
I mentioned research.
Would you like it in a meme? I can’t do that. Too much research.
But I can put all the memes into a movie.
Snuggle up to this while you bite your liberal tongue.
I’ll keep it simple!
Time to Pick Sides?
George Stephanopoulos, famous news researcher with the dark side, says “there are not two sides of the story.” So if you honor yourself and your strict leftist diet, believe him. Just hope you don’t say the wrong thing, because you’ll be dead in the water. It’s time to join up. No more time to pick your nose and claim everyone’s gonna die from touching your fingers, Dave. My mother never liked you anyway. I’m on her side.