Bonespurs

I apologize for my country. We failed to take responsibility for the proper education of our citizens, and we failed to take responsibility for the doctrine that our citizens are exposed to.

This has created an environment where Bonespurs was elected to office. Twice.

Today was a brutally embarrassing display of ignorance and mendacity on the part of our administration. The only bright side is that I can imagine no other act which would so conclusively demonstrate Donald’s enthrallment to Putin.

Suddenly, a man who has stood for absolutely nothing in his entire life, has taken a stand with a murderous invader. It is obscenely obvious to any ordinary observer. But Putin, Trump, and the attention economy will try to make this corrupt behavior seem like the correct course of action. Do you see now why I believe that the influence of the attention economy is the most serious problem facing the world today?

With wariness and cleverness, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy handled the situation well. Deftly, he left no room for doubt of Donald’s service to Putin. It has been an honor to witness such a fine leader emerge.

Donald Trump is an embarrassment to the United States, but he is still a human being. I wonder how his bone spurs are doing? You know, we haven’t heard from them in a while, but they must be very important. During Vietnam, they were so important, they prevented Donald from serving his country. How are the bone spurs, Donald? Which foot, again? 

 

 

 

Please find the disappointed little blurb above read by me below!  The words are always my own.

(Forgive me, I have felt offense in my mind, but today's demonstration was truly offensive, and in comparison to the indignity shown to the Ukrainian people, my own imagined indignation shrinks to insignificance.)

 

 

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