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Hello, Gazpacho Police? I’d like to report a murder of a few thousand brain cells from listening to the fully dumb hot takes of a couple bloodlusting boobs.
Tomorrow is Nina Simone’s birthday, which seems to be an occasion much more deserving of a holiday than President’s Day. Now go listen to “Mississippi Goddam” or “Why (The King of Love Is Dead)” before anti-CRT parents ban those, too.
Something tells me that many of the people sharing warm and fuzzy MLK quotes like Netflix passwords would have treated him like Antifa had they been around when he was alive.
It’s been one whole year since Klan Chowder’s tweet-hole went dark. But hey I’m sure Gettr or whatever dark web white grievance pity party he’s shuffled off to will have the same reach.
Doesn’t feel like it’s been a year since the bloodthirsty tantrum at the behest of a bigoted fraud.
If you’re ever feeling down, just remember that at least you don’t have to go through life being the human equivalent of hungover jury duty. Happy 51st Birthday to Bearded Gollum, the Embarrassment of Texas and Coveter of Spines.