Political Thread in memory of David Reid. (R.I.P.)

[The Bedlington Terrier]

Ha ha. That's why I am in Goa. The Canaries is far to cold in the winter and early spring.

Temp round the pool 32c and on the beach a cool 28c with a slight wind, not a hurricane like you get in Fuerteventura

Brilliant place is this, cheap as chips. The food is amazing and the beer and vodka cranberies are flowing from dawn to dusk

Two golfing mates of mine shot off to Dubai for a fortnight of frolicking, they are still there wearing flak jackets and tin hats. Trumps a pfhucking star!

From a Yank on Facebook - Trump be damned…
Listen here you bone-spur, spray-tan mess of a commander-in-tweet.
You’re standing there in your red tie like a bloated jack-o-lantern telling oil tanker crews to “show some guts” and sail through the Strait of Hormuz like it’s some damn episode of The Apprentice.
Bitch, those are real human beings.
They’ve got families. Kids. Mortgages. Lives.
And you’re over there barking orders from a gold-plated toilet seat in air-conditioned comfort, acting like courage is something you can demand from other people while you’ve spent your whole life dodging it.
Let’s talk about guts.
You dodged the draft with “bone spurs.”
You’ve never been on a tanker.
Never stood watch in hostile waters.
Never had missiles pointed at your ass while trying to keep a ship and crew alive.
But suddenly you’re Admiral Cheeto Christ of the Seven Seas, telling sailors to risk getting blown out of the water so you can puff your chest out on television.
That’s not leadership.
That’s cowardice wrapped in a flag and dipped in self-tanner.
Real leaders don’t gamble with other people’s lives like they’re chips in a casino.
Real leaders don’t sit safely behind a podium telling working people to “show guts” while they’ve spent 70-plus years showing nothing but ego, ignorance, and the emotional maturity of a feral toddler with Wi-Fi.
If you want guts, pumpkin, here’s a thought.
Put your own orange ass on the tanker.
You sail through the Strait of Hormuz first.
You stand on the deck.
You take the risk.
But we all know that’s never happening.
Because the only thing you’ve ever sailed through is bankruptcies and bull****.
So spare the world your tough-guy routine, you cowardly, loud-mouthed, spray-painted mascot for bad decisions.
Until then, keep your mouth shut about courage.
Because the people actually risking their lives out there have more bravery in their pinky finger than you’ve shown in your entire damn life.
Girl bye.

[sinkov]

Two golfing mates of mine shot off to Dubai for a fortnight of frolicking, they are still there wearing flak jackets and tin hats. Trumps a pfhucking star!

From a Yank on Facebook - Trump be damned…
Listen here you bone-spur, spray-tan mess of a commander-in-tweet.
You’re standing there in your red tie like a bloated jack-o-lantern telling oil tanker crews to “show some guts” and sail through the Strait of Hormuz like it’s some damn episode of The Apprentice.
Bitch, those are real human beings.
They’ve got families. Kids. Mortgages. Lives.
And you’re over there barking orders from a gold-plated toilet seat in air-conditioned comfort, acting like courage is something you can demand from other people while you’ve spent your whole life dodging it.
Let’s talk about guts.
You dodged the draft with “bone spurs.”
You’ve never been on a tanker.
Never stood watch in hostile waters.
Never had missiles pointed at your ass while trying to keep a ship and crew alive.
But suddenly you’re Admiral Cheeto Christ of the Seven Seas, telling sailors to risk getting blown out of the water so you can puff your chest out on television.
That’s not leadership.
That’s cowardice wrapped in a flag and dipped in self-tanner.
Real leaders don’t gamble with other people’s lives like they’re chips in a casino.
Real leaders don’t sit safely behind a podium telling working people to “show guts” while they’ve spent 70-plus years showing nothing but ego, ignorance, and the emotional maturity of a feral toddler with Wi-Fi.
If you want guts, pumpkin, here’s a thought.
Put your own orange ass on the tanker.
You sail through the Strait of Hormuz first.
You stand on the deck.
You take the risk.
But we all know that’s never happening.
Because the only thing you’ve ever sailed through is bankruptcies and bull****.
So spare the world your tough-guy routine, you cowardly, loud-mouthed, spray-painted mascot for bad decisions.
Until then, keep your mouth shut about courage.
Because the people actually risking their lives out there have more bravery in their pinky finger than you’ve shown in your entire damn life.
Girl bye.

Trump Derangement Syndrome. No Known Cure.

[The Bedlington Terrier]

Trump Derangement Syndrome. No Known Cure.

I had to smile about what a Democrat said on Monday, " I have a bad dose of TDS and it's spreading like a Covid epidemic!"

[sinkov]

I had to smile about what a Democrat said on Monday, " I have a bad dose of TDS and it's spreading like a Covid epidemic!"

Your Facebook post from the Yank mon ami, read it again, it's hilarious, you can almost see the steam coming out of his ears and the blue smoke curling up from the top of his head. Totally deranged.