I grew up near Pease AFB. SAC B-47s and KC-97s. This initial sound was the stuff of my nightmares.

I grew up during the entire span of the Cold War. And a few miles for a SAC base to boot. Perfect targets. Perfect death. Those who dream of surviving the unsurvivable are, well, dreaming fallout fantasies. For me and my childhood, the faster the burn, the less pain there would be to see.

I was hoping for a SAAB.

I am very respectful of the office and use the gentlemanly quotation mark, as in, the “president.” I also forgo the capital P. Such is my respect for the Overripe Musk Mellon.

I’ll drink a Mello Yello to that.

Joke.

California. Who cares. These are the fastest vehicles in Trumpistan. All the hillbilly hat cowboys love ‘em. Daisy Duke gals too.

Rancho....er....Bimbo Deluxe.

This:

Was the dude a nail biter when young and wrinkle free? Man, those nails are short. And ugly.

Cadaver white. Hoping.

Do they carry red Leicester?

No. Not much. All quite similar. They suck.

Might someone please, please dig up some good dirt on Hannity? Say.....he is an atheist. He had an abortion. Or he fucked O’Riley’s wife in O’Riley’s house before the divorce. Things like that. Please?

Jesus is not welcome at my Apocalypse.

Can we get off this shit and get back to reality. The Kardashians are withering in the California sun. More love for them please.

Would a salami on white be appropriate at the Apocalypse? Mustard or mayonnaise?

It happens.

Bingo. Disappear. Or else.

In the end, reactionary, evangelical GOPers are only trying to make us more free. Promoting neighborliness. Encouraging freedom. Those freedoms the Republican party loves. Not those freedoms you and I take for granted. And have lived by for many a year. Those freedoms are now becoming illegal. Which will make…