Daily Kos can be a cruel environment. Or... is something else at work? Have we all been Trumped?? Does The Donald have the last laugh???
Last night on Daily Kos, I riffed on the following phrase:
... did you mention "small hands", too? ...
The response:
{cruel, Puritanic criticism... not worth quoting...}
So I had to say:
Oh well… sorry. Never mind. Gads!! My attempt at assuming a Monty Python characterization failed horrifically.
It seems that every week yet another Trump deficiency rears its ugly hea… uhh... mmm... becomes apparent.
I’m becoming too influenced by the [pornographic??] low-brow over-the-top nature of The Donald’s discourse. I even glee-fully started to write lyrics — a parody of a Frank Loesser musical, How to Succeed in Real Estate Without Really Trying At All. I’m rotting… please stomp me with a boot and put me out of my misery! (And please don’t hum The Liberty Bell March before you do it.)
And I don’t even have a television! Internet radio streams — and an overactive mind’s eye — and overexposure — and those increasingly annoying ever-present NPR talking heads… dancing around in my dreams… circling around me... Oh God!! Never thought that I’d ever come to call NPR presenters and commentators annoying, but there it is. And, now, I can't get to sleep. Is death by political campaign my fate??
Next, you know: Pigs will fly. It’s a cruel world. Uggh. Blehch! Phffhtth!!
Such a unique political year. Unfortunately, a whole string of unique, back-to-back, one after another — endlessly strung out into the infinite future?? AAAGGHH!!
So — What's next? (henh, henh, {snort} hee, hee, hee!!)
What a woild.
