“And when you're a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. ... Grab 'em by the giblets. You can do anything."

“And when you're a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. ... Grab 'em by the giblets. You can do anything."

“Trump is in the prime of his life! Peak physical, mental, and sexual performance!”

“My brother can beat up your brother! And your momma’s a cow!” Petey added.

When reached for comment on whether or not he had even played Halo 3, Whiskey Pete simply stated “Warrior ethos,” and hung up the phone.

“As Thiel lectures Christians about the anti-Christ, remember he is at best okay with child sex traffickers, and at worst also a fucking pedophile.”

“Some of us also have IBS, incontinence, and familial relationships built solely around compliance for access to inheritance.”

When the Kentucky fried heart finally stops and the ketchup no longer flows through Trump’s drive-thru veins, I hope Barack Hussein Obama publicly demands to see his death certificate

Fast-acting ivermectin and some roadkill bear jerky and he’s right as tears in rain.

“LOL” said Vance, when reached for comment, “LMAO”.

I wrote and recorded this song laments the rise of neoliberalism and neofascism in America, and how the greed of oligarchs enables and perpetuates the military-industrial complex and the destruction of the planet through climate change under the guise of patriotism.

The ‘pro-life’ party is pro-life for fetuses, but that’s where it draws the line. If you’re an immigrant, LGBTQ+, poor, sick, disabled, a vet, first responder to 9/11, struggling with mental health, a person of color, elderly, single mother, orphaned, or not a Christian: they don’t want you to live.