It's Starting To Look A Lot Like Fuck This...
Y'all seen the gubernatorial trash just spilling onto the sidewalk?
In one of the few occasions I hate being right, it looks like Rhonda is officially subjecting us to his presidential bid.
Excuse me, briefly, I-
Ew. Grab that wastebasket for me, please, I’m fee-
Bleh.
I apologize. It was as though I rode “It’s A Small World” 267 times after Drinking Around the World.
Not to worry, folks, I haven’t been doing that. Why? Well, Rhonda, that’s why.
This motherfucker.
Okay, if you’re not up to speed, he has officially put me in a pickle. A bind. A quandary. Here’s the infotech on that:
As we’re all well aware, I have a love for Marines you couldn’t pry from my tiny little black heart if you were surgically exploring my chest cavity with the Jaws of Life. It’s just what I do, I bitch a lot, sometimes I do some ballsy shit, and I love soldiers. Duh.
Enter the issue.
Rhonda spoke out on behalf of the Marine being prosecuted for manslaughter of the mentally ill, convicted assaulter of women, Jordan Neely.
Not that I wouldn’t have been all Corps, all day, anyway, but throw in the fact that Neely is well known for putting his hands on women who do not want hands on them, intimidating women, and generally being a nuisance and threat to women who are just trying to live their fucking lives, I think you know where I’m going with this.
I digress.
So, Daddy spoke out on behalf of Penny, the Marine, and the ultra-right wack jobs who can’t wait to lick some boots got right to bootlicking. Like, lickety split, if you will.
Look, if it was me, and some crazy, clearly unmedicated, threatening guy started with that dumb shit while I’m trapped in an enclosed area with his ass, dude is getting his fucking clock cleaned.
I ain’t asking no questions, I’m not phoning a fucking friend, I’m simply putting every bit of ass I have behind this left I’m throwing.
In case anyone has forgotten, I was stabbed in an enclosed space by a threatening guy who didn’t give a half of a fuck that I am a woman, that he didn’t know me, and that shit like that isn’t fucking cool.
We are not having a round 2, sir.
I also have CPTSD. It is not OSHA recommended to get all twitchy, screechy, or loud in my 6 foot radius. Sometimes, people are mentally ill, yes, but remember, there are those of us out here who really aren’t fucking well, either.
The difference is that Marine was overseas getting his ass shot at to protect my loud mouth freedom, and the other dude was groping women in public as they try to fucking get home from work.
Wha-
What’s that?
Oh. Yeah, I know. That shit just isn’t the fucking same.
Regardless of the White Hate symbol that DeSantis is trying to brand this man with, I have zero doubt in my mind that he neutralized the threat, as he was trained to do, with zero fucking frills. Period.
Any questions? No. Great.
Moving right along.
Get your pearl clutching faces on. Tuesday, Daddy is coming in Princess waving, looking for a fucking tiara and sash.
No, we’re fresh out. Fuck him. He can go get his own.