HOMINY, SWEET HOMINY
Taylor Swift Can Kiss My Grits
Who needs politics when there’s so much more to debate?
The possibilities, really, are endless.
With so much going on these days, the American Electorate actually doesn’t have to pay attention to the outcome of upcoming vote, do they?
Politics is getting so nasty, we really can’t be blamed for seeking other outlets. And I, for one, don’t think I can take another 30-second campaign commercial — cue the dark images, pulsing music, weird and kinda scary intonations of any given narrator — pushing rising inflation/falling pay/rising crime and failing respect for autonomy in personal decisions.
It’s all become so overwhelming, can we blame Americans for looking elsewhere for entertainment? And the distractions — while sometimes stupid, often silly, and otherwise downright distasteful — are plentiful.
Well, this first one is tangentially political, but also not really.
The orangutan-orange-tinted former guy stole US secrets when he departed his White House gig. Turns out, some of the docs he squirreled away in his tacky Mar-a-Lardo-o beach shack included super-duper secret secrets involving our sworn enemies — but his forever friends — Iran and China.
