Terrapinheads.

A goggle-eyed mannequin resembling Mitch McConnell, if crafted from about 25 pounds of albino beef jerky, powered by just enough meth-enhanced Monster energy drinks to give the illusion of life, was trundled into the Senate at the very end of the day, probably for no other reason than to see if there was another alcoholic christo-fascist he could approve for a seat on the Supreme Court, before the sun descended, forcing a return to his crypt whereupon he dissolves into dust and awaits the dawn and Elaine Chao with her snifter of Iranian schoolgirl blood to help him jump-start a new day.

Same-old, same-old.



-Lefty