Had a little chin-wag with TFG the other day - nothing he said was a surprise.
“You know cat, I usually love it when people are talking about me and I was really excited for this trial. Especially jury selection.
“But so far it’s been a real yawn fest. I’d rather be napping or on a stage in front my adoring fans. At least then I’d be able to talk about myself and how great I am. This is bullshit.
“From what I can understand, if I say anything to demean, embarrass or make fun of the potential jurors, I could end up in a prison cell. That judge is mean. He’s hurt my feelings a lot.
“You know what? I think I’d actually be much happier in a cell where I could talk about how wonderful I am - to a captive audience who paid to see and hear me. No one is giving me a red cent for my presence in this trial.
“Waste of my time. I could be going to my son’s graduation - I wouldn’t of course.
“I’ve never gone to any of my kid’s grads. Why would this one be any different?
“I hear my wife is quite relieved and had been on the verge of getting a restraining order preventing me from showing my ‘porcine’ face anywhere near the festivities. I don’t know what porcine means, and I can’t operate a dictionary. I’m guessing it means handsome and powerful.”
Meanwhile, the loons in the House GQP have banded together in an attempt to move the group further to the right.
The name they chose is quite indicative of what goes on in the House group of Repuglicans. That is - a lot of foul smelling, mouth breathing, ignoramuses talking nonsense - FART - floor action response team.
They could have not chosen a better name.
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FART..pretty well sums them up. A bunch of foul smelling wind bags tooting their ignorant, rancid horns.