As the Insane Ones bury themselves, slowly, carelessly, I bury ideas about squirrels, feral cats, and the Jackals of Politics. I think I’ve mentioned in the past, how closely my insane family members resemble, and behave like, the insane politicians of the Western countries, particularly the Murkan types. I have to be continually reminded that Almighty Dog is in charge, not this one rowdy lil bitch Me…otherwise, there’d be a lot more shredded toilet paper all over the Western Hemisphere, not to mention a lot of bootock cheeks wif bites out of ‘em.
The more I see of politicians in the West, blathering on about damn near anything at all, which usually amounts to pretty much nothing at all, like the rights of imaginary peebles, the rights of imaginary flea lines, the rights of imaginary probliticians… the more I feel a need to heave some protest on their Persian carpets, chew up their best slippers, and bark my head off, for at least two hours, right outside their bedroom windows at oh, maybe 4 am.
I don’t WANT to hear politicians tell me about children needing a sex change, or about eating bugs, or how low CO2 levels make plants HAPPY, or how nobody has a RIGHT to water, or how “we had to burn all the food and kill all the cows, chickens, and turkeys, because of WEATHER”… Heat stroking cows, my ass. I think I’d like to chew their left bootox right arf, weather or not they like it!!
But I have to keep putting my own leash on (difficult, without opposable thumps), because I want to Git Da Ball, and then take the ball to my chewing place. This can be code for any number of wrongs I want to write, but Almighty Dog keeps reminding me to Sit. So, if I hafta sit, I will sit wif two toenails and herd my words. An I WILL leave a “comment.” I leave comments all over the yard, and sometimes in closets…
Because if I, a perfectly sane and reasonable, and sometimes adorable dogbitch cannot be on the fricken carpet, then neither can insane politicians be on the carpet! Not wiffout a lot of noise outta me… Just because I don’t take baths doesn’t mean I’m not clean. And even dirty dogs are cleaner than a dirty politician! Mangy curs! Ooooow, ba-wooo, ba-wowowowowwwow!!!!!!!! Murf? ehrrrrROOF!
Awwwright, I’m gonna fill you with seditious and indignant fillings, and then I’ll go lie down. For a while. I mush reserve the right, as is the right of ALL dogs, to zoom the house at 85 mph, couch-to-chair-to-ottoman-to-chair-to-down-the-stair (I don’t hab stairs, but it rhymes), through da kitchie and back to the couch and again, again, again, like a Teledoggy on meth… The indignant part is because they get Vlad, and we get Joe. Butt seriously, take my herded word for it, we’re screwed, and the Russians are not. You’ll want to see (read the cc’s) and hear this speech. We all want SANE politicians, and you know, boring things like LIFE ITSELF. Plus, toys, sprinklers, bacon, and a warm bed in winter… And we want chips, as in sweet potato, not those surveillance/control/eatcho-brain chips. And no drag dog stories for puppies.
Heeeeeeeere’s Vlad.
Byte me!
I don't know if I'll watch the whole speech and I'm not a fan of *any* "great leader", but 10 minutes in I was immediately struck by the comparison of the *statesman* Vladimir Putin (*regardless* of what we may or may not think or believe about him) to the disgusting September 1st red speech by our puppet president Joe-bama. The decorum and professionalism displayed in Putin's speech compared to the wokeism, darkness and lunacy of our Joe-bama's speech is something to behold. It's embarrassing to watch this Putin speech while visuals of Biden, Pelosi, Harris, McConnell, and pretty much the whole cadre of U.S. politicians flashes in my mind. Putin's statesmanship only reminds me of how desperately we need to not just drain the swamp, but also clean up the turds that are still there once it's been drained.
Even when dealt a bad hand, dogs often win the game. Brilliant friend, and hilarious. best