What’s up, Bitchfaces? Y’all? And you science denying, pH imbalanced bitches in the back row, y’all just have a fucking seat because I’m sick of seeing your propagandized, barely made it out of your freshman year in high school but think you’re a goddam meteorologist asses starting shit. Sit down.
Have y’all seen my archnemesis lately? The sanctimonious trash ass bitch has really gotten too big for his cheap polyester britches.
Who in the fuck do you think you are, sir, not taking the calls from the most powerful woman in the free world? I hope Kamala is petty as the fuck when she shows up to pose for a photo op in all of the places where our county programs have stalled out.
Like, you know, picking up all of the trash and building materials from a fucking natural disaster, which is now instead going to become dodge the fucking 2x4’s flying through your window because nobody has funded 24-hour hurricane clean up, opting for dragging their feet for every little bit of declaring disasters because “woke”.
I truly have nothing positive to say about Ron DeSantis on a sunny fucking day in July, but in the wake of a hurricane which left my Pookie without a home, or anything to put in one, and has left me struggling to keep my shit together because businesses who can’t open and operate don’t advertise, I just don’t have the goddam patience right now.
We can’t get flood insurance, or if we can, we can’t afford it. Homeowners rates are so fucking high you nearly consider taking your chances if you aren’t toting a mortgage. If you’re renting, you’re really just on borrowed time, because independent landlords with affordable rents have all been bought out.
This shit isn’t sustainable, and because we have a pansy ass, crybaby bitch with tits as a governor, we have to take it without a please or a thank you.
I really thought I had seen the pettiest of the fucking petty when he had to tuck his tail and fly via private jet back to Florida after an embarrassing try for a presidential nomination. Nope. Because trash is gonna fucking trash.
It’s never been more obvious that someone without a shred of decency resides in the Governers mansion, because anyone who has seen the aftermath of the storm, then decides going into an equally life-threatening storm situation with the attitude best displayed by pre-teen girls, is the way to support the residents of the Great State of Florida cannot be fit to lead his fat ass out of a fucking paper bag.
There is a time and a place for grudges, disagreements, and petty spats. Anyone with the sense of a wilted turnip knows that this ain’t it, bitch.
I find it very difficult to remember a time when this sanctimonious assbag didn’t take the low road, but some of y’all have told me the time existed, so I have really tried to view this with all of the grace left in me. It ain’t fucking working, y’all.
Fuck this dude, I hope with every single iota of hope I can muster that his high heeled boots slip in one of the flooded Tampa streets and he is swallowed by the closest drainage pipe. The unmitigated fucking gall of this Great Value Gaetz.
Fuck you, Ron DeSantis, and in case I get the paperwork later, fuck your legal representation also. How dare you play with the lives of the residents of Florida for MAGA brownie points? You make me fucking sick.
-Q
Beautifully said.
You and Puffin stay safe 😭🖤🖤🖤
Thank you for saying what all of us in Florida are thinking. Not that I would want any harm to come to DeSatan's family, but I'll bet my SS check that his "people" will be safe, warm, and dry come Friday. F**k Ron DeSantis!