Failed Secret Service Director Kim Cheatle MUST be asked in front of Congress, and under oath, “Have you denied any security requests from supervisors on the Donald Trump protective detail?”
If she answers “No,” she’s absolutely NOT telling the truth.
Resignations should start today over yesterday’s atrocity of a security plan.
So a retired cop friend of mine gave this to me for Christmas. It's an amazing Velcro adjustable embroidered "ICE" cap. I want to wear it so badly, but know I'll scare the natives and piss off the green haired north-easterners. Maybe stroll around Home Depot? 😁
Asbestos Hearts, Liquor is Quicker + Double Barrels: A Gen-X Christmas Story
Allow me to curb-stomp (in steel-toe boots forged from history, lawn darts, and spite) the younger generations—bless their F-R-A-G-I-L-E little hearts—who sob over every plastic “micro-aggression” while role-playing in matching reindeer onesies and live-streaming their oh-so-misguided everything for social media. Because nothing screams “fearsome warrior” like ugly-crying on camera over a wrong pronoun or a stranger's opinion. For what? I have no idea—and don't care either.
I know, I know—they weren’t even a regrettable glint in daddy’s participation-trophy eye yet. How could they possibly comprehend a real Gen-X Christmas? Buckle up, buttercups, Auntie’s about to take you for a Christmas Eve moonlight ride.
It was “curated holiday magic” for dark-humored misfits: the future leave-us-the-hell-alone, thrive-in-chaos, beautiful (and perfectly gory) agents of America. We grew brains marinated in common sense and actual real-life ...
