I'm catching up on this in a big way. Partly because it's so damned fascinating. It's like 99% useful idiots - people showing up for shits, giggles and selfies at a BBQ with no real concept of what they're planning beyond get the fuck in a shit on the place, get smashed on whiskey and just wrecking shit like hooligans.
Then you have the sinister forces. Those who opened the door, stood aside and dilly-dallied. Whomever set up that gibbet, and those few lost in the crowd dressed in black, with zip-tie handcuffs and an actual plan.
On the one hand, it's a laughably shit coup attempt - almost a joke. On the other - if the zip-tie guys had been that bit faster - something far more frightening could've happened. And they're only just starting to entire the narrative. There was apprently, one line of police between the attackers, and congress - even while half the police were opening doors along the way.
Then of course, it's drowned out by the spa who shocked his own balls to death, yer man who had a stroke, or yer wan with the "Don't Tread on Me" flag who got trodden to death.
I can't fathom Trump being intelligent enough to plan this. But the dominoes of resignations and appointments almost seem to suggest it's possible. There was brain in there.
This'd be some shit Tom Clancy stuff - maybe if you swapped the parties it'd have his name in the title block.
Yous are probably lucky that there're no legislators dead on the floor. Or on national television. That nobody actually feels that is probably telling.
Then you have the sinister forces. Those who opened the door, stood aside and dilly-dallied. Whomever set up that gibbet, and those few lost in the crowd dressed in black, with zip-tie handcuffs and an actual plan.
On the one hand, it's a laughably shit coup attempt - almost a joke. On the other - if the zip-tie guys had been that bit faster - something far more frightening could've happened. And they're only just starting to entire the narrative. There was apprently, one line of police between the attackers, and congress - even while half the police were opening doors along the way.
Then of course, it's drowned out by the spa who shocked his own balls to death, yer man who had a stroke, or yer wan with the "Don't Tread on Me" flag who got trodden to death.
I can't fathom Trump being intelligent enough to plan this. But the dominoes of resignations and appointments almost seem to suggest it's possible. There was brain in there.
This'd be some shit Tom Clancy stuff - maybe if you swapped the parties it'd have his name in the title block.
Yous are probably lucky that there're no legislators dead on the floor. Or on national television. That nobody actually feels that is probably telling.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.