Amateur Hour

The phrase is working my stream now. And the late night guys are raking in laughs at these jokers. Which is sometimes what one needs when things are so suck city.

Gosh how can anyone with a brain make these fouls. I’m mad that classified information was so carelessly openly spilt and could put in danger men and women, others, in the United States military, who serve so honorably, by the dangerously unqualified boss boy with the greasy hair. Who drinks on the job. What would the parent of a soldier, sailor, or pilot feel right now. Go to war on a commercial app, what the what.

And your personal data is now not secure. How does that feel.

This woman with the silver hair paint who is way out of her depth.

And an obese thing in chief who doesn’t govern and lies about golf scores, whatever those are. He has run so much into the ground. That critter obviously is a liar and cheat. I just can’t get over how a minority of my fellow citizens chose that. He’ll get you so he can scam off you again. You’ll be sorry.

This disaster happened because I’m just going write, a little under 50 percent of my fellow citizens voted that way. Don’t be confused. There was no so called “landslide.” The numbers don’t lie, even if the critter in chief does. But some people just don’t know much. And they get to vote. And then we get this mess. Because you people wanted a way weird fat variety show old white guy instead of competence.

Praise and gratitude to Jeffrey Goldberg and The Atlantic, a pillar of American journalism for two hundred years, for honest truth.