Tonight is the night.
The political blood bath tonight between The Trumpster & BB will go down in the books as one of the most watched program in American TV history; possibly one of the most best games of the Dozens ever recorded.
The way things have been going for BB, she has been looking like a cat on a linoleum floor running 100 miles and hour and going no where. Possibly some of her sins and her ill health are catching up to the old girl.
If he is pushed into a corner, Trump is going to attack her with everything he has starting way back when the weed smoking (I didn’t inhale) love birds first set eyes on each-other through their Hippie flower colored lenses, blood shot eyes.
In this very short video, Wild Bill lied 3 times in about 6 seconds. That pattern that only exacerbated it self through all of his years in politics.
BIGGEST AND BEST
Once again; how can any decent human-being have any respect or trust in a guy like this. As well all know; birds of a feather flock together.
There has always been a very complex question through the years; what came first the rooster or the hen (something like that)? Which one of the dynamic duo taught the other one to lie so matter-of-factly? Was it the rooster or the hen????
I did this post below on 4-30-16
I can just see it. The rusted steel gates swing open; the noise from the spectators in the packed arena is deafening; the rumble is thunderous coming from the pounding hoofs of her turkey named Bernie that is pulling her chariot. Bill’s wife is charging Donny on her yellow chariot with her lance at the ready and a beer mug in the other hand.
The Donald, not intimidated by the charging vamp and is standing his ground, yelling obscenities at her as she cross the arena. You don’t scare you out of control ********.
At the last split second, he side steps the charging enraged dame and her chariot, takes a good aim and thrusts his own lance through her shoulder. She drops the reigns, her chariot flips over and Trump rushes in for the kill.
She rolls over on her back still miraculously still holding her lance and her beer mug in the other hand (never spilled a drop), takes a swipe and slices open the calf of Trumps leg as he stands over her. The roaring crowd goes silent with the anticipation of the kill as Donny falls directly on top of wounded womeness. The two combatants wrestle around on the ground for what seemed to be an eternity, screaming, punching, clawing and kicking each-other. The crowd can tell if they are having sex or who is getting the upper hand.
All of a sudden, The Donald rolls off of Bill’s wife ; stand over her on his one leg with his sword drawn, ready to plunge it into her cold heart and yells at the severely injured women as she lays motionless staring up at her nemesis. This is for you and that cheap old man of yours that only putting a double saw buck ($20.00) in the envelop when you came to my 3rd wedding. I NEVER forget people that piss me off. You will never be invited to another one.
As the Trumpster is ready to plug his sword; suddenly a raging storm pushes in over the Colosseum, the entire arena goes black, the noise from the thunder and lightning is skull-cracking; the crowd disperses. In a matter of minutes the Colosseum is completely empty of all spectators.
The storm only lasted for a few minutes. Trump still standing, trembling with his trusty sword at the ready to end it all, looks down, much to his surprise, the wounded vamp has disappeared.
The wounded gladiator screamed as loud as he possibly could; Son-of-a-bitch, isn’t that just like a politician; as soon a things get a little rough they are nowhere to be found!!!!
Let the games begin. I can guarantee one thing, it will definitely be a blood bath when the two combatants go head to head.
Their name calling and insults are going to make a couple of the boys from the hood that are playing the dozens look like amateurs.
There better be a few corpsmen (Navy medical personal attached to the Marine Corps) at the ready to take care of the wounds.
The Marine Corps is ever indebted to their Navy Brothers that through the years have taken such excellent care if the wounded Marines!!!!!
Big Semper Fi to them all.
Let the better man win is the old saying and I agree; being that there is only one man running for the Big Chair.