trenchfoot
Lifer
- Aug 5, 2000
- 16,139
- 8,733
- 136
You know, it seems to me that in the stratospheric hallowed halls of the Republican National Committee, there should be at least a dozen or so egotistical self-centered arrogant shit-heads that need to do the most honorable thing possible and commit hara-kiri (seppuku) to take responsibility for the most massively epic fuck-up of all time where their decision making processes led to having Trump become their candidate for Prez.
That there is absolutely no call for guts to be spilled or heads to roll at the highest levels of leadership points to a weird kind of self-delusional pandemic within the party where heads are still being held high, jaws are still being jutted out in defiance and the idea that pride in the party collective is intact.
The Trumptanic has sailed, it's already broadsided an unyielding iceberg that the survivors named "The Hildabeast" and their once thought-of unsinkable creation(?) is listing badly while the rats had abandoned ship dockside even before the ship left port. There's no amount of damage control that can save it.
Best to have their orchestra of nitwit party patriarchs keep playing their theme song "Just Dropped in to See What Condition my Condition Was In" as they sink into those freezing waters of disgrace and obscurity. (Yeh, who are we kidding. Golden Liferafts anyone?)
Build a new ship that includes collision avoidance next time around. Modernize the controls, infrastructure and superstructure. Hire a new Captain and crew. And as an afterthought, send some depth charges down on those arrogant assholes in the wheelhouse who confidently shouted out "FULL SPEED AHEAD!!"
That there is absolutely no call for guts to be spilled or heads to roll at the highest levels of leadership points to a weird kind of self-delusional pandemic within the party where heads are still being held high, jaws are still being jutted out in defiance and the idea that pride in the party collective is intact.
The Trumptanic has sailed, it's already broadsided an unyielding iceberg that the survivors named "The Hildabeast" and their once thought-of unsinkable creation(?) is listing badly while the rats had abandoned ship dockside even before the ship left port. There's no amount of damage control that can save it.
Best to have their orchestra of nitwit party patriarchs keep playing their theme song "Just Dropped in to See What Condition my Condition Was In" as they sink into those freezing waters of disgrace and obscurity. (Yeh, who are we kidding. Golden Liferafts anyone?)
Build a new ship that includes collision avoidance next time around. Modernize the controls, infrastructure and superstructure. Hire a new Captain and crew. And as an afterthought, send some depth charges down on those arrogant assholes in the wheelhouse who confidently shouted out "FULL SPEED AHEAD!!"
