Happy Monday

Political posts here on R17 never do well. Never. Despite my obvious passion for the topic. And despite my relentless flaying of Commander Fuckknuckle.

Nevertheless, I'm going to proceed because frankly I no longer pay attention to the web traffic on these posts nor am I some kind of slave to Likes/Shares. Besides, with the consequences of the #RoseGardenMassacre, I feel I would be negligent not to address the coughing, feverish, on-his-last legs elephant in the room.

I know some of you are more kind-hearted and spiritual than me -- actually all of you are -- and look down on any gloating or the taking of satisfaction in the GOP's current demise. 

Too bad, I do not subscribe to that type of magnanimity. 

Frankly, the super spreading of Coronavirus at an event attended by the GOP high command to stack the court in the Republican's favor when (not if) the president contests the election thereby consolidating power for our authoritarian overlords, is packed jelly-tight with Irony, with a capital I. 

Enough Irony for 10 Trump presidencies.

First there's the arrogance of it all. Watch the video of these maskless Caucasian power mongers, embracing, kissing and exchanging hugs with each other as if the virus was not allowed into their little exclusive party and had to witness the naked debauchery from beyond the red velvet rope. 

Sorry, descendants of the DAR, John Birchers and grandsons of the KKK, that's not the way immunology works. Despite Scopes v Board of Education, science trumps faith-based beliefs 7 days a week and twice on the Sabbath of your choice. 

Second, there's just the sheer stupidity of it all. 

I know the GOP cannot resist the opportunity to "own the libs" or to glorify their Dear Leader, but if people like Jim Jordan, Mark Meadows and Ron Johnson had a functional brain stem, they might know that gathering in large numbers, without the aid of a "politically correct" mask might not be the wisest move. Particularly in light of Dr. Fauci's caution to social distance when possible. 

It was possible, but these fishbrained sycophants, eager to please the spray painted one they call the Commander in Chief, would not look kindly about any type of wise precautions.

But perhaps the sweetest morsel of all comes from the purpose of this hospital bed filling debacle. 

Think about it. Against their own 2016 precedent, the GOP bulldozed ahead with a Supreme Court Justice nominee with about a month to go before the election. And instead of letting the "American people have a voice" they turned the decision over to 53 rubber stamping Republican asshats, some of whom had a front row seat at the affair. 

And now at last count, three of those worthless taintlickers Ron Johnson, Mike Lee and Thom Tillis, have tested positive for Covid. Effectively derailing the fast tracked confirmation of their handmaiden jurist for who knows how long.

It's an imbroglio wrapped in a quagmire and stuffed into a Clusterfuck. And it's all of their own doing.

It is, in a word, and as the picture above indicates, PERFECTION.