Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Grab Your Pussy...Hats

Last year, my wife and about 3 million of her closest friends, marched on Washington DC to protest the impending presidency of one major fuckknuckle.

They knew in advance of the disasters that soon would follow: the daily lying, the endorsement of NeoNazis, the spilling of top secret data to the Russians, the firing of Comey, the disrespecting of Gold Star families, the destruction of all federal regulations, the alienation on the world stage, and the constant, degradation and dishonoring of the office of the presidency of the United States.

Today, in the midst of a Special Counsel investigation by the very honorable Robert Mueller, there's talk of a second march to the streets.

Rumor has it, that fearing for his viability and the very lives of his family including the duplicitous Jared Kushner and the dim bulb that bears his name, Don Jr., Precedent Shitgibbon is prepared to go all Saturday Night Massacre II and fire Rod Rosenstein so he can also fire the unimpeachable Robert Mueller.

Rumor also has it, that should those events come to pass, masses of Americans will take to the streets again and wave signs and shout nasty things.


I don't believe that's going to happen. And even if it did, so what? This administration, from the executive wing of know nothing miscreants to the Senate house of pasty, white silverback cretins, could care less.

They are driven by money. The dream of making more money. And the guarantee that the new money they make will be funneled into government-protected investments that  will have their progeny drowning in even more money. See #Corkerkickback and #CollinsKickback.

All of which has got me thinking of a better idea, a more impactful way to hit this "administration" where it hurts should they decide to thwart Mueller and his vigorous defense of our threatened democracy.


That's right, I suggest we crash the market. Instead of taking to the streets and wasting all that good pent up anger, we should take to the phones and the computer screens and sell off half our portfolios. Or all of our portfolios.

Think about it. Wall Street would take a nose dive. Shitgibbon would shit his khaki golf pants. And we'd all pocket a boatload of profit in the process.

At the risk of sounding immodest, it really is a brilliant idea.

Who's buying it?

Or should I ask, who's selling?

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