The highlight of the 2020 GOP Convention will be Donald Trump standing next to an empty chair representing Hillary, or Elizabeth Warren if she's the nominee. He begins by talking to the chair a la Eastwood/Obama, asking sarcastic questions and gloating at her silence like Mad King Lear interrogating the footstool he takes for Regan and Goneril. ("I here take my oath before this honorable assembly, she kicked the poor king her father.") Then the talking turns to shouting, which turns to spittle-flecked shrieking, and finally he humps the chair, stomps on it, humps the pieces, smashes the pieces into smaller pieces and hurls the pieces into the audience as victory souvenirs for them to take home and enshrine, or hump and stomp on as the spirit moves them.
The jets of blood while she says "mahalo and aloha" is one of the greatest ball-spikes to any comedy scene ever. If there is any justice in the world, the Internet will cease to exist in 2021 and all Breaks It Downs will be collected in a real book that will be sold in stores until it becomes public domain like Mark Twain. Then "those were brutal times, and the comedy was appropriate," English teachers will tell classrooms of 15-year-olds who just hate-slept through the lesson on John Greenleaf Whittier and have no idea what is about to hit them.
Tulsi's hot AF, so hot that even mocking her is hot. (Full disclosures: I'm a sucker for attractive yet a little bit nuts women. Too: Last week drove it home that doesn't matter much who's POTUS as long as the GOP runs the nation.)
(Like anyone there would be able to tell Tulsi and Nikki Haley apart.)
I assume she will do the Rudy shriek and wave.
The highlight of the 2020 GOP Convention will be Donald Trump standing next to an empty chair representing Hillary, or Elizabeth Warren if she's the nominee. He begins by talking to the chair a la Eastwood/Obama, asking sarcastic questions and gloating at her silence like Mad King Lear interrogating the footstool he takes for Regan and Goneril. ("I here take my oath before this honorable assembly, she kicked the poor king her father.") Then the talking turns to shouting, which turns to spittle-flecked shrieking, and finally he humps the chair, stomps on it, humps the pieces, smashes the pieces into smaller pieces and hurls the pieces into the audience as victory souvenirs for them to take home and enshrine, or hump and stomp on as the spirit moves them.
I'm going to cover my eyes when she holds up the warrior's heart.
The jets of blood while she says "mahalo and aloha" is one of the greatest ball-spikes to any comedy scene ever. If there is any justice in the world, the Internet will cease to exist in 2021 and all Breaks It Downs will be collected in a real book that will be sold in stores until it becomes public domain like Mark Twain. Then "those were brutal times, and the comedy was appropriate," English teachers will tell classrooms of 15-year-olds who just hate-slept through the lesson on John Greenleaf Whittier and have no idea what is about to hit them.
Tulsi's hot AF, so hot that even mocking her is hot. (Full disclosures: I'm a sucker for attractive yet a little bit nuts women. Too: Last week drove it home that doesn't matter much who's POTUS as long as the GOP runs the nation.)
So, this episode of factual reporting is a one-off, right?