G'Mornin' Anons… Another Day at the Office.
>Hopium is a helluva drug. I stopped getting my expectations up years ago after too many repeated disappointments. Finally accepted the the fact that the plan moves at a snails pace.
Actions taken bring great expectation, but nothing happens as a result.
The left relaxes, rinse and repeat. rinse and repeat.
The left gets even more sloppy and careless, they leave a trails.
Laughing that they only received a strongly worded letter.
They go to further extremes.
And then on one glorious day, they are all taken into custody at a major event with no exits to escape.
That is how I see the outcome.
Mornin' Ralph… Please pass the Covfefe.
>GMOCDP ??
>GMOCDP ??
>Guud Morn'n OCD Pasta
>GBY
Imagine having a job where nobody is allowed to talk to you in the morning until you are done having your covfefe and playing spider solitaire. They believe you are some kind of genius, but you know you are really just seriously tarded. But you continue to play along just for the fun of it. You scream, "Hey you, go get me a pastrami sandwich", and they ask would you like mustard on it?. You can try to tell them that you are tarded, but they act like you are just being humble. Until one day, you just walk out saying I quit and they flood you with offers in order to stay. So you accept the offers because you really have nothing better to do and you could never really function in a real job. And you think to yourself being in congress is a wonderful thing.