Joe Scarborough had a dream. A dream born from a simpler time, last year, when Donald Trump was but a rising star in the GOP. When Trump would call him up for late night to gab about the campaign and what Carly Fiorina thought she was doing with her hair. As one of the few pundits extolling Trump's virtues at that point, Scarborough imagined himself as a part of the Trump campaign, helping it along. Helping Trump along by telling him he should probably apologize when he blatantly insulted people like John McCain and all of Mexico, even though Trump was like "No thanks, that is not a thing that I do." The former congressman even thought --
Truly, it was slavery and murder and evil in general. I can't speak with any authority about the average height of pirates, but they were definitely nasty and brutish.
So, I've been watching this election intently. And it's a terrible shitshow of awfulness that I never want to think about again once it's over. Maybe in 100 years, when everyone currently involved in it is dead, it would be entertaining in musical form. I fucking doubt it, but anything is possible. But what kind of person watching this shit now would want to pay good money to see it on Broadway? Joe has lost his fucking mind.
I fear to say it, but I figger you're more right than I want you to be. The thing about us pessimists, though, is we can always be pleasantly surprised. Skol.
He's really pushing the Peter Principle to its limits.
Something like "Hey, Bill. Free drinks."?
All the while, people with REAL talent, but without contact information for David and Rory and Ari, keep creating music that will never be heard.
Stir up rage, Hate fairies and criiime.. (music notes &etc)
Truly, it was slavery and murder and evil in general. I can't speak with any authority about the average height of pirates, but they were definitely nasty and brutish.
Forget Broadway, this needs to be half home animation, half sock puppets.
Hey, Bristol Palin can be principal dancer.
Deadly mousse! I've seen that movie, also, too.
Soon to be redubbed, Andrew Lackwit?
I should seriously hope so. It would have been ugly all round, otherwise.
That scans about right.
But he'll be perfectly set up for Prisoner of Love.
That cat up top looks naked without a pancake on its head.
It does bring more excitement to the evening. You walk in and you don't know what's going to happen.
It's not like it's actually good or anything.
So, I've been watching this election intently. And it's a terrible shitshow of awfulness that I never want to think about again once it's over. Maybe in 100 years, when everyone currently involved in it is dead, it would be entertaining in musical form. I fucking doubt it, but anything is possible. But what kind of person watching this shit now would want to pay good money to see it on Broadway? Joe has lost his fucking mind.
I fear to say it, but I figger you're more right than I want you to be. The thing about us pessimists, though, is we can always be pleasantly surprised. Skol.