I’m thinking a lot of things about the shooting at the Trump rally in Pennsylvania, and most of them aren’t fit to be published.
When the Supreme Court ruled earlier this month on presidential immunity, I said out loud to two people that someone was probably going to try to shoot him, seeing how willing McConnell, SCOTUS, and Republicans have been to slather him in Country Crock before he wriggles through the cracks.
I don’t say that to toot my own horn because I’m so smart, but I say it to illustrate how predictable all of this is.
It’s Saturday night that I’m writing this, by the way, and I don’t have all the details. I’m avoiding the speculative “reporting.”
Oh. I’m sure the Sunday shows will be a vomitous mess of worthless blame assignment in the morning too. Remind me to crawl under a rock when I wake up tomorrow.
I saw the Dilbert guy say this was all Biden’s doing. Absolutely disgusting. His lies can go in the trash next to all the electeds’ maggot-riddled thoughts and prayers.
I’m at the bottom of the snark barrel. There’s nothing down here but despair.
Someone is going to say we are better than this, but don’t you believe it. We are exactly this.
