IT'S ALL BIDEN'S FAULT!

That's the orange vomit bag's claim, and that, of course, is what the loyal Republicans have discovered is the divine word. They are toeing the line. Because whatever else happens, all of them are dependent upon the whims of the vomit bag for their future.
They're like Sadam Hussein's trained monkeys.

They're welcome to their limit of two dolls at Christmas. They can stick pins in them. Better yet, make the dolls at home out of worn-out clothes, if they can afford replacements. By the way, all the clothes at the big retailers are made in countries we've tariffed, so they might have to wear what they've got until it's all worn and raggy.

I can hear sad country music playing.

Banjos!

It's only been one hundred days. The economy is tanking, eggs are still sky-high, we've got a nut in charge of public health and several incompetent psychopaths in charge of everything else, and the Republicans are so effing spineless they resemble starfish.
Good job, cretinous dumb fudge Christian patriots.

Foetal debris. Good lord. Moron.

To be perfectly honest, I hope every Trump voter rots in hell.

As well as every Republican politican and official.

Plus a great many Christians.

Sincerely.



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