Hands up, baby, hands up … you know that song. Good when on a tropical vacation, but Trump’s supporters are really getting into their vacation mode. From one finger raised, to all four, fingers held tightly together, arm slanted at a forty-five degree … how do you say “Seig Heil” in American?
I thought it was a rock concert, but the man on stage can’t sing and he sure can’t dance. How can you possibly approve of a Nazi dictator who can’t dance? Even a truffle shuffle? Disco duck in a MAGA hat?
Ah, that sea of fingers uplifted – and not the middle finger – these people really mean what they salute.
IF he gets in, the USA will be called the Fascist American Patriot Reich, or FAPR. (For those of you who don’t know what FAP means in net lingo … a bunch of American wankers, saluting their Führer.)
America is ready to finger the sky and jerk off until Jesus comes back. (Listen to Boeert talking about how much fun it’s gonna be when Jesus brings Hell with him. Where’s Elvis Costello singing about stamping the dirt down? Thatcher has returned in a Truss. Trump and Truss – ah hell no, that’s got a ring to it, what?)
First one domino (American) falls, and then another (Britain). Russia, Hungary, China, North Korea … who woulda thunk the dominoes falling would include those who always warned us about dominoes falling?
I hear Vietnam is all about peace and love and seriously good weed these days.
Old enemies become new friends, and old friends become … FAPRs.
