Bringer of secrets WELL, WELL, WELL. Alex Jones, investigator and figure-outer of all the secret truths that exist, has done it again. He has "spoken" to his "sources" and they have told him that every single night, the Deep State sneaks into the Oval Office (yes, the entire Deep State, single file) and puts a roofie in Donald Trump's Diet Coke and one in his iced tea and one in his burnt steak and one in each scoop of his ice cream. Hell, General John Kelly probably hollers, "Who's a good boy! Who's a good boy!" from his office, which makes Trump gallop on all fours toward the voice of the nice chief of staff who says he's a good boy, at which point he sits and shakes and rolls over and plays dead, earning his reward of as many spoonfuls of peanut butter as he wants, all of which are FULL OF DRUGS.
"Now I’m risking my life, by the way, tell you all this." First Bannon describing himself as a "street fighter" now this. You are not at all heroic and manly you two blubbery blowhards sheltering under a tinfoil umbrella of paranoia upon which facts conveniently bounce off.
Back in the day when granny started telling outrageous lies, coloring her hair and face, and grabbing ladies by their hoo-has it was a sure sign she'd been stung by a Water Moccasin. And it was time to wall her up in the root cellar.
I am researching when, exactly, we passed into the alternate dimension where Trump is president and anyone, including the esteemed Wonkette, reports on Alex Jones' pre-simian drivel. So far, all I've come up with is the first Roswell sighting.
"Excuse me?" AJ's assistant looked confused when he saw the smug smirk on his boss' face. "What do you mean, sir?"
"I've seen what you've been doing. Slipping pills into my coffee, my water, my bird bones and chocolate milk shakes. You're trying to control me, just like the President!" AJ smirked as he saw the look of horror slowly forming on his assistant's face. "Well, it won't work. I haven't been taking those mind control pills for weeks now!"
"WHAT?! You idiot!" AJ was slightly taken aback by his assistant's sharp tone. "Those weren't mind control drugs! Those were anti-mutagens! They're supposed to keep you human, or at least as close to it as we can get!"
As if on cue, AJ's stomach began to rumble strangely as his assistant fled, warning everyone to get out before AJ infected them all...
"Now I’m risking my life, by the way, tell you all this." First Bannon describing himself as a "street fighter" now this. You are not at all heroic and manly you two blubbery blowhards sheltering under a tinfoil umbrella of paranoia upon which facts conveniently bounce off.
Yeah. I'd love to say something snaky, but the whole thing is just beyond sad.
Ha! he's only risking his life. I on the other hand and risking an almost certain academy award nomination for best supporting actor.
AOT,K
Does that car have a penis?
Not to be a braggadocious ferreter-outer or anything, but here's a picture of the deep state...https://d1466nnw0ex81e.clou...
The Church Committee 1975
https://youtu.be/BSEnurBApdM
Makes sense to me.
Back in the day when granny started telling outrageous lies, coloring her hair and face, and grabbing ladies by their hoo-has it was a sure sign she'd been stung by a Water Moccasin. And it was time to wall her up in the root cellar.
I am researching when, exactly, we passed into the alternate dimension where Trump is president and anyone, including the esteemed Wonkette, reports on Alex Jones' pre-simian drivel. So far, all I've come up with is the first Roswell sighting.
Worst Twilight Zone episode ever!
"Dr." Alex Bornstein also "treats" Alex Jones? Only possible rational explanation?
Doesn't Jones have alimony to pay and/or a hurricane to flee?
"Now, Alex, go do that hoo-doo that you do SO WELLLLLLLLLL!"
Derp State. https://uploads.disquscdn.c...
I loved the gesture of having a string going in one ear and out the other. That's a new one for me. Definitely going to steal.
"I know what you're doing!"
"Excuse me?" AJ's assistant looked confused when he saw the smug smirk on his boss' face. "What do you mean, sir?"
"I've seen what you've been doing. Slipping pills into my coffee, my water, my bird bones and chocolate milk shakes. You're trying to control me, just like the President!" AJ smirked as he saw the look of horror slowly forming on his assistant's face. "Well, it won't work. I haven't been taking those mind control pills for weeks now!"
"WHAT?! You idiot!" AJ was slightly taken aback by his assistant's sharp tone. "Those weren't mind control drugs! Those were anti-mutagens! They're supposed to keep you human, or at least as close to it as we can get!"
As if on cue, AJ's stomach began to rumble strangely as his assistant fled, warning everyone to get out before AJ infected them all...