Rubio once supported Ukraine. He understood international diplomacy. Of the crazy world of Republicans, this guy — even though he’s a proven liar and fraud — was the least dangerous among the toxic Republican debauchery.
Now, he’s cemented his legacy. He dove head first into evil.
Of the vast cavalcade of lies spewed by the traitor coward draft dodging president, the only thing truthful Trump probably ever said in his political life was that Marco Rubio is “little.”
Few people know, or will remember, the Dallas Cowboys Headquarters and ticket office used to be located in the very same building as the famed Playboy Club. A United Artists movie theater was also adjacent to the main building. I was lucky enough to visit them all. In 1976, I remember my dad taking me to sneak preview at the UA Cine….a new movie directed and written and starring an unknown actor named Sylvester Stallone. The title was Rocky. Saw lots of other great movies there, too.
While driving yesterday, a familiar song played on my XM-Radio station.
I remember first hearing this recording way back in 1989, while living and working in Eastern Europe. It was a catchy instrumental, and its smooth jazz vibe always stuck with me. I even bought the CD when I came back to the states.
MY ANTI-VALENTINE’S DAY ANTI-FEAST RANT: FREE BAD FOOD…OH JOY!
Some time ago, I wrote and posted up a scathing restaurant review. The sad spot of my fury ended up being impossible for me to grade because, while the food was terrible, at least the portions were huge. I mean, ever had amazing service, but the food sucked? Or, vice versa? I feel kinda’ the same way anticipating today’s lunch destination for the partridge and matriarch of the Dalla family — Bucca di Peppo.
Give me my respect. I spent 25 minutes writing this.
Imagine burrowing into Trump’s anal cavity with such perverted affection that this mindless MAGA stooge wastes his time defacing United States currency with a rubber stamp.
This soiled $20 bill somehow landed in my pocket today. Later, I’ll take this hopelessly mutilated currency and exchange it for a fresh clean twenty-dollar bill.
Recently, Ken Kubey posted here on Facebook that he watches sporting events and occasionally yells at the television. I confessed that I also do this. I expect many of you sometimes yell at the TV, too.
