Counting The Days To Impeachment

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As you all know I’ve (agonizingly) refrained from blogging about The President (who shall remain unnamed) because it just drives me bonkers to even watch him, let alone write about him. So, that said, which I just did, I’m simply sitting back and counting the days till our Führer is impeached.

Hey……if Bill Clinton can be impeached for getting a damn blow job, WTF, at some point something will catch up to the unnamed President.

Soooo, what have I been doing instead of posting facts when I see a story on-line, which as we all know tend to cloud up the issues we all face in the political arena today. Damn those pesky facts.

Lets see.

Spending time watching other people (bloggers, FB and Twitter people going berserk.

Good luck with that. As I said bloggers…..facts do not matter.

But, takes the pressure off of me having to post facts and some brain-dead idiot post an intelligent response like, “But what about liar Hillary or Bill’s blow job.”

Hmmmmm……..is getting a blow job really a bad thing? Oh yeah, (gasp) Bill lied about getting a blow job. Specifically, (for fact checkers) about having an affair.

Or, “Ah did not have sex with that woman.”

BUT……did you get a blow job?

“Um, er, well yes but ya didn’t ask me that!”

Kinda like…….(under oath) “Mr. Sessions have you ever met with a Russian official.”

“Um…….not that I recall.”

(later)

“Mr. Sessions we have proof you actually met with a Russian official.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh. You said “Russian Official.” I thought you asked if I ever met with an official and was rushed.”

Anyhow….so much for that.

Soooo, as I was saying, before getting sidetracked, I watch other bloggers etc. Visit my local casino because they give old coots like me free slot play every week. Promote my books, specifically “Forgotten” my most recent book about two WWII pilots killed over my town in 1944 in a mid-air crash.

Plan my Spring yard activities. Which are, in order:

Build a giant wall to keep litter from flowing into my yard and have my Mexican neighbors across the street pay for it.
HEY! Great idea for an album cover…..ya think?
Add an extra four feet to my outdoor shed with funds obtained selling cats that I dyed orange who I named after the President.
Um….geez….can’t ya do better than this!!!
Make giant signs with my name on it and tack them up on my mailbox, shed, truck, grass, house, driveway, trees, and any stray animals on my property as that unnamed person does. Hey…..works for him.
Plant a lot of new trees in my yard. I figure if “HE” defunds the EPA trees will be a rarity after they all die off from pollution and I’ll make a killing selling MY trees.
Build a dome over my yard to protect the trees from pollution. Cept for those damn Maple trees that get sap all over my truck.
Available at CVS and Wal-Mart
Build a new bird house that resembles the White House. My old one has a lot of bird poop on it……so……I thought it fitting under the circumstances that if would be a source of comfort for me to have birds poop on the new one…..considering……if ya catch my drift.
Considering the latest news from fake news that Obama bugged, as Orange Head would say, “tappd” his hotel, I’m installing wiretaps on MY phone because I think someone else, probably the Russians, or telemarketers have tapped my phone so I’m going to “tapp” every phone in my neighborhood just to see if I can find out who’s leaking information to telemarketers, or the Russians, on what I buy at Amazon.com because how the hell can ya explain the fact I keep getting calls on my phone or on my computer wanting to sell me stuff they think I might be interested in.
PANIC! PANIC!