Pissing around while the clock runs out

‘Kay, it’s like this, see? There’s no way I’ll be able to stop mocking Very Soon to be Ex-President Fuckhead and his cabal of dipshits any time in the near future.

In fact, it will be much easier for me to mock those sorry sons of bitches after the 20th because I’ll know for certain that they are gone, they’re not coming back and they can’t possibly fuck things up any harder than they already have done.

Except for the bAdmin. fucktards who’ve burrowed into their respective departments like radioactive chiggers…

[Shrug] All the openness and competence and being required to do more than chant “Roevewade sux! Homosectyewulls are icky! The President’s Balls taste like sunshine and rainbows!” will flush them out.

This is all a round-about way of saying I’ve returned to that “If you gloat you’ll ruin everything,” mode I went into before the election so for now you should read this or this or you can even flirt with dangerous levels of snark ryecheer.

Or you can watch this:

You are not banging your head. Not even a little bit real quick so no one will see.

Wow. Well, look on the bright side, you’ll probably meet Layne Staley any minute now.

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