Thursday, October 8, 2020

Q. Notes, Day 207

From Hullabaloo, an excellent overview of how the mind of a lunatic works. The COVID made it even worse.

Best news of the day so far: Cheez Whiz refuses virtual debate, so we're probably through with that bullshit. Cheezy needs debates more than Biden, who doesn't need the COVID exposure risk. Unfortunately, we still have to wait and see if Pentz (sic) contaminated Kamala at the dog-and-pony show last night. Update 11:34 PM Thursday: Now that he's had his tantrum and Biden has moved on to a solo town hall event on ABC, the Fat Bastard is begging to be let back in. He can go fuck himself.

If Joe switches seniors to his side, the damage to Cheezy will be significant.

Madam Speaker knows exactly how and when to jerk Fat Bastard's chain.

We definitely need to make a big issue out of connections between Cheez Whiz and those goddamned militia lunatics that are out of control.

Apparently, he chickened out again. Cheezy's mostly background noise these days. And it's very likely he really believes that saying he isn't contagious makes it true.

The remaining core of Cheez Whiz's base (and the (R) Party) is basically white, rural men with no college education. If there were fewer of them, there would be no (R) Party anymore. 

About forty months of life in Cheez Whiz's America has apparently given the (R) Party a taste of fascism, and made them realize how easily they can replace representative democracy with right-wing authoritarianism.

Somehow, Cheez Whiz always seems to be treated by doctors who willingly tell the press anything he wants the press to be told concerning his health. I guess that's one of the benefits of living in the White House as a so-called precedent (sic), but it complicates things for the rest of us.

I smell PANIC!!! I love the smell of panic in the morning.

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