Splitsville

-

There’s a lot of chatter about Melanoma and Pedo Pig splitting up.

Yep.

Hard to believe because they’ve always looked so lovey-dovey, and they battled through that typical marriage problem where the man gets caught having an encounter with a porn star whilst the woman is home nursing the next family tragedy.

They battled through that, and now?

Pedo Pig was out on the golf course with his constant companion, Natalie, clapping when he miraculously found his ball in the middle of the fairway after he hit it in the woods.

Hilarious.

His golf cart is faster than everyone else’s and he races down the fairway and puts his ball wherever he wants to on his way to another club championship.

Yet, I’m getting off the topic here.

The Internets are alive with speculation about the fact that Melanoma is done and will no longer stand there with a sour look on her puss as he tries to hold her hand.

There are so many out there who compare Melanoma to Jackie O.

“She’s the classiest First Lady ever!” MAGA exclaims, despite the fact that she’s the only one we’ve ever seen naked as she filmed her lesbian movies.

She was in the Epstein circle, and many have said that she was handed off to Pedo Pig from Epstein himself.

Yeah.

Classy.

Now, MAGA will turn on her because of course, the cult leader was sent by God himself to fix the country.

It appears that he has to bankrupt the place before he saves it, but that’s another story.

This is a love story that appears to have gone sour.

We will no longer be a witness to those warm, sweet, tender moments of unbelievable love that the couple provided us through the years.

Remember when she slapped his hand away?

How about when he spelled her name wrong when wishing her a happy birthday?

Or the most beautiful moment when he gives us a glimpse into their spectacular home life as he recounts his hate for windmills.

“Darling, I want to watch television but the wind isn’t blowing!”

How will we survive the horrible reality that has destroyed the love between the greatest president of all time and the classiest First Lady ever?

Three divorces?

A new mistress who stepped up and changed the diaper when no one else would.

A tragic love story.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Spicy!!!

-
I have a confession to make: I listen to Sean Spicer do his White House Briefings every day. He has the absolute worst job in the history of politics, and I find his daily struggling to be almost comical. Confession number 2: I kind of like the guy. He tries his best to answer questions that are almost unanswerable and my favorite part of each day's briefing is when he finishes his prepared statement that is usually well-written and talks about the rights and wrongs of society and how the group is handling the challenges. I can see why Saturday Night Live plucked his daily briefings for comedy gold. Poor Spicey will say something like: "The president yesterday met with ____ to discuss the global policies that shift toward peace and care and overall happiness in a difficult time." Then he hesitates and takes a huge gulp, straining for air. "Now I'll take some questions." The first reporter will say: "There was just a tweet about...
Read more

Ten Years Burning Down the Road

-
Ever since I heard Born in the U.S.A . back in 1983 I have thought about the one line in the song: "Ten years burning down the road, got nowhere to run, nowhere to go." I often think ahead. Through the years I've always set milestones out there. Where do I want to be? What do I want to accomplish? A lot of people don't think too far ahead, and that drives me nuts. If you use the lefty reliever for six outs on Tuesday, you can't use him again until Friday! You have to plan ahead. Do you flush three games to win one? Anywhoha... Lately I've been thinking about ten years burning down the road. I'll be an unfathomable 62 and a half years old. (God Willing). Will I be walking okay? Right now I'm getting used to the fact that I can not go more than 14 days without a leg and hip massage. The rest of the massage is out the window...it takes the full hour to get my legs moving. I've grown used to it. Will I still be able to...
Read more

Heart Heavy

-
A couple of things happened over the weekend. First off, I couldn't take sitting around not being a part of the world. I decided to forego a portion of my rest my sore tendon. I got up off the couch and headed to work. I just couldn't take what I was seeing on the news and feeling in my heavy heart. Just too much. I headed for the convenience store and my daily chat with a real nice lady who collects my money for the papers. I pointed to the headline about the president's speech on Sunday night. She started crying. I thought of my wife crying as Obama read off the names of the children. I thought of the Bruce song: This is a prayer for the souls of the departed, those who've gone and left their parents broken-hearted. Their lives over before they got started. This is a prayer for the souls of the departed. My boy was still waiting in the driveway for his bus to come. I wanted to grab him and hug him, but he's 15. He might have kneed me in a bad spot...
Read more