THE BIG, BAD WOLF: GOLDILOCKS GOES DOWN

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Last night at the Washington Correspondence dinner host Michelle Wolf huffed and puffed her way through a comedy routine which has caused quite the controversial stir for going way over the line.

Being primarily an often blustery comedy writer myself, I feel an obligation to weigh in on this.

For the last two years, day in, day out, we have been continually subjected to torrents of annotated and collected lies and insults by an illiterate, unbearably incapable, sexually abusive, loathsome human being in President’s clothes who boasts law-suits with red ties to Russia as part of his daily wardrobe. 

Because of him, America is as fractured and filled with prejudice and hate as it was during the Jim Crow period.  Because of him Neo-Nazis have a platform and get to parade as freely and openly as the boy scouts—who he also offended.  Because of him. Native American Indians have been publicly humiliated and had their holy land disgraced.  Because of him, immigrants, just like our grandparents and forefathers have been treated with staggering disrespect.  

Because of him, charitable, educated football players who peacefully exercised their right to protest, in this case, the shooting of innocent black men in America, have been treated like criminals.  Because of him the poor and middle class has had to stand by while a tax bill rewarded rich people like himself. 

Because of him, our environment has once again been poisoned by previously banned toxins which will cause generations of cancer victims.   Because of him, paper towels were thrown at the survivors of Puerto Rico as opposed to proper aid.  Because of him, we were left with smiling, thumbs up pictures of him and his me first lady in Louisiana, while corpses floated.

Because of him, the NRA continues to get away with murder.  Because of him, the entire Justice of Department has been the object of ridicule. Because of him the Secret Service went literally bankrupt because of his endless golf and tennis romp trips to Florida to a house that he refers to as the southern white house, which in truth, is a private business which he continues to make huge profits on by doing things like doubling fees which include the use of golf carts by the Secret Service. 

Because of him, we have had to endure stories of urinating prostitutes, affairs with porn stars and playmates and covert meetings with the Soviets which included visits to the Oval office.  Because of him, we have had his first parade: the one that featured all the men and women who have been shown the door in record numbers.   

Because of him we have Scott Pruitt, a national scumbag disgrace, Ben Carson and the education system’s worse nightmare, Betsy Devos.  Because of him, we had Steve Bannon and now we have John Bolton.  Because of him, we have had to endure the Devon Nunes and Trey Gowdy who are the faces of American Toadyism and the architects of the phony conclusion of the congressional investigation.  Because of him, we have had to endure a criminal investigation into his own criminal behavior.  Because of him, we have had to watch him collude with Fox and Friends, which most recently included an 11 minute, Nixon-worthy, on-air meltdown.

Because of him, we have had to watch him hold court during a White House meeting with Parkland survivors, while he held a visible, caught on camera reminder card whose last bullet point was “I hear you.”

Because of him, we have had to listen to his fascist rally speeches which tap purposefully into the very reason that he got elected: because his base of dumb, selfish, stubborn, uneducable “Christian” white people followers fear their dominance fast slipping away.    To that crowd, evolution is the enemy because that means same-sex marriage will become legal. Oh. Wait.  To that crowd. abortion is murder, while mentally ill white “Christian” men get a hallway pass to create school hallway genocide.

And now President Goldilocks is all bent out of shape because the big, bad Wolf blew his fucking white house down.

To me, this is like the first round bell sounding of a heavyweight fight and the girl in the pink trunks, who is usually a Mean Girls bitch, cowers and cries foul because her more-worthy-than-him opponent is saying hurtful things.

Well, my answer to this whole Michelle Wolf thing is: too fucking bad.

Trump has made filth and disgrace fashionable.   Every day, every hour, I have to listen to educated, seasoned professional reporters try to continue to treat the office of President with respect while Trump does the complete opposite.

Huckabee and Conway got publicly mocked?  Well boo, the fuck hoo.  Every single time those two open their disingenuous pie holes to let the next putrid flow of low-grade bullshit flow out of their mouths, perhaps they should prepare themselves for the “Christian” days of reckoning to come.

If you want be the spokesperson for the likes of John Gotti, then you better be prepared to for the consequences.

What did those two idiots think was going to happen?  Why do you think that Princess Trump ducked the proceedings and opted instead for yet another safe, self-glorification rally?  Because he can dish it out, but he can’t take the dishes of the White House Correspondence dinner,

We liberals tend to be way too PC and polite, quietly roof-clicking our admonishing tongues, which sounds just like a symphony of Sixty Minutes stopwatches (which in turn sound like a roaring chorus of Kumbaya) while Rome burns and Caligula plays golf on the scorched earth of Ground Nero.  And immediately after the dinner, reporters rushed to them to offer their support?   Are you fucking kidding me?  They should have stood and cheered because yet another woman with real balls showed up to TELL IT LIKE IT IS Tony Montana style.

You see these jokes, bitch?  Well, say hello to my little Fox-free friends.

All I can say, on the morning after, while I’m not sure yet if Michelle Wolfe has the brilliance of John Oliver or Jon Stewart, she has my ringing endorsement to be the hit person du jour.    

The Correspondence Dinner is just one meal a year.  

 We have to take it three meals a day, 365 days a year.

Justice has been served.

#MICHELLE WOLF
#TRUMP
#WHITE CORRESPONDENCE DINNER




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