Now the ballless, gutless, spineless, poisonous, un-Christian, treasonous, Birkenstock, sock-cap-wearing, Ozempic-shooting, non-singing Supreme Court has lost its tune, and even Diana Ross or Auto-Tune can’t save it. They blocked, after it was passed and signed, the mail-in vote for the midterms, guaranteeing widespread fraud and cheating by the demonic Democratic Party. Obama and Biden have a radical, paid-for judge in every court in the land thanks to Soros, Meta boy, and a host of other tech maggots. Jumanji Jackson, or whatever her real Biden autopen-appointed judge name is, and Bret Kavanaugh, yes, the one the conservatives saved his sorry ass from fake rape allegations, voted to halt it. What a bunch of pussies we have in our government. Now, the women in the pink kitty kitty hats want to erect a statue in Times Square to honor the child murderer Lindsey Clancy, and by God, it will likely be done. And Charlie Kirk’s statue has been vandalized many times by liberal young white women driving Subaru SUVs and wearing flannel shirts. Ericka Kirk has the film that will never see the TV screen; bet your happy ass on that.

I was at the Home Depot today searching for a weird screw for Momo’s leather punch. The guy who helped me, around 60 years old, is a native New Yorker who recently moved here to Texas because his daughter married a Texan. He said it was the best decision of his life: to hell with New York, Mamdami, and his commie minions. I gave him a traditional Texas welcome: I showed him my horse in the trailer behind my pickup truck, bought him a BBQ sandwich, and taught him how to shoot a 45 caliber Colt pistol at the grouchy shoppers in the hardware aisle. He said that’s why he liked Texas; we are all street-rat crazy.