The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

 



 

 

About the only thing soon to be ex-president Joe didn’t do wrong last night was go looking through the nuclear briefcase for his underarm deodorant. And that might’ve been better than a quick shot of VP Kamala holding it just off stage. To their credit the Dummycrats didn’t have O’Bama (no that’s not a misprint) lead “Mr President” off the stage after Trump had his way with him!


Trump could have played a ukulele, singing “Tip Toe Through the Tulips” and won that debate! Maybe next time have a little girl come out with flowers for both candidates and see who tries to follow her off stage.

 

And what did the MSM do? While the commentators were good we were entertained this morning with more adjectives than a lawyer in a divorce case. What did you expect. During the “trial of the century” the prosecutor’s star witness was a whore with over two hundred men under her belt (excuse the pun.)

 

A Witt and Wittier Poll has revealed that as of last night the only segment of the population that is firmly committed to the Biden ticket are those using crayons to mark their ballot because the staff doesn’t allow them anything sharp. One thing that Joe has done is got total agreement between gays, straights, black, white, legal, illegal and cartel: if Biden wins we’re ALL leaving the country.

 

The fiasco of 2020 was so clear that it exposed the corruption from the Federal level is so bad HITLER would’ve got up and left the building. And they want another debate? Gluttons for punishment. When I was in The Wellington one of the questions the doctors always asked me was who the President was. I’d like to see the commentator ask Sleepy Joe that just to see what comes out. One time he thought he was a Senator.

 

If you will note I’m not addressing specific questions. Why? Because Trump was too busy laughing at the Nominee of the Democrat Party in his Depends over on the left side of the stage. Yeah, THAT guy! Maybe after this is over, they can do a tour of the country as a comedy act. Trump and Colostomy. Biden gives a whole new meaning to “Full of It!”

 

I could do one-liners on this guy forever but let’s get serious. This idiot is running for re-election! That means SOME segment of the population, alive or dead actually voted for him!! Putin and Xi Jinping are dancing in the street. NATO and the European Union are learning Russian. I watched a video of Putin talking on that subject last night and I’ve never seen him so relaxed. And China. iPhones for everyone! All having watched Biden try to a a a a answer the commentator when  his n n n name is c c c called. Shut the front door! John Lennon was more cognizant after a joint!

 

Wanna know what’s scary? This article comes off like a stand-up routine. Re-read the jokes. They’re not jokes. They are carefully camouflaged points of fact.  This is what America has become. A banana republic that can’t grow bananas. But it does have low hanging fruit. And we are ripe for the picking. The heartland is having a heart attack. Just also remember there are more of US than there are of THEM! And if we ever knew them, we sure as hell don’t know them NOW! They all ran off to see the Wonderful Wizard of Oz!

 

 


 


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