Midnight Meme Of The Day!

 

by Noah

Karma's a bitch. And it attacked the biggest, fattest, orangest bitch of all. Ain't nothin' quite like a bitch fight when the two bitches are such mangey rabid snarling doggies that won't give up. I don't feel bad for the two opponents but I do feel bad for the medical staff at Walther Reed. They were the audience chosen to watch the fight. The political persuasions of the doctors, nurses, and technical staff doesn't matter in this situation but just imagine the abuse they've been subjected to in just doing their job.

I suppose it was inevitable that Donnie Disease would be stricken. He asked for it over and over again. It was self-inflicted. Unlike with his staff, his $enators, His House bozo team, and, his masochistic voters, Trump found a critter that isn't an obsequious, cloying yes man. COVID-19 is no Lindsey Graham or Turtle McConnell.

One by one, sometimes two by two, we are hearing about Trump's closest cultists coming down with symptoms or at least testing positive. They all asked for it. They sat there packed tightly together and stubbornly maskless on the White House lawn, cheering the uber nihilism of nominating a total crackpot for the nation's highest court. That was a big challenge to karma and COVID right there. "In your face COVID!. I'm a Republican!" In your face indeed. So much for being "Pro-Life."

Then it was another challenge. They all got on Air Force One and flew to Cleveland to watch their two-legged pestilence spout his ranting gibberish on national TV. The audience at the debate was divided in more than the ways that you'd usually expect at a debate: Republicans on one side refusing to wear a mask that could help their health. The Democrats on the other, all wearing a mask. The anti-healthcare party vs. the pro-healthcare party. The Repugs cheered as their Dear Leader mocked his opponent for wearing a mask. Chris Wallace wasn't the only moderator in the room.