Trump on Blanche’s ‘Job’ Performance: “Fore!!!”

Congratulations, Todd Blanche. When Kermit kissed a pig’s ass and let his elbow-deep boss speak for him, he immediately turned green. But not you, you big dummy! Despite what that greasy orange ring around the mouth suggests, when you get an opportunity to further your career…you don’t BLOW IT. In fact, as acting Attorney General, you’ve already accomplished something that Pam Bondi never could: explain the dangers of sheashell art, without crop-dusting a grand jury in misplaced laugh-farts. I just hope you never catch wind of that strongly-worded message in a bottle I once chucked off the upper deck of the Tobin Bridge towards Epstein Island. Seriously, though, what these rich pricks don’t understand is that most working-class people have either worked at a restaurant or fucked someone who did. Which means we don’t need Karolying Leavitt Karensplaining 86’ed like it’s some obscure Sopranos reference that only stuck-up cunts get. I mean, if you believe every restaurant in America is so pissed off about running out of product that they demand employees assassinate ranch dressing on sight. Then you should probably: A. Stop voting against your own damn interest, B. Expect a Todd Blanche subpoena any day now, and D. Not realize I purposely missed (C.) to see if Numb Nuts here could read. Quick, side note: How ironic is it that Bleach Bondi had no problem covering up pedophilia, but when it came time to fuck with seashells, she immediately drew a line in the sand that read: “You think Hooters would hire me back??” Which is a bold career move for any middle-aged woman, even if you are allergic to shellfish. Nevertheless, even if common sense and a patriotic fry-cook can’t 86 the indictment, and Comey goes to prison. At least for the time being he won’t be voting Republican.

The Dean’s Report Article Quoted – https://deanobeidallah.substack.com/p/glenn-kirschner-pam-bondi-and-todd

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Get That Shit Outta Here….

In Today’s Palate Cleanser, we learn that while a well-armed gunman attended the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, Triumph “The Insult Comic Dog” was the only one at the event to kill, and not in a “John Wick Avenges (Insert Kristi Noem Canine Victim Here)” sort of way. But by proving Donald Trump is only one neck-vagina-humping-from-Triumph away from having a funny bone in HIS body….. “FOR ME TO POOP ON!!!”