Senator Mitch McConnell inspired a song.
<To the tune of “Three Blind Mice”>
Rich white trash.
Rich white trash.
RICH WHITE TRASH.
RICH WHITE TRASH.
Rich white trash rich white trash rich white trash,
Rich white trash rich white trash rich white trash rich,
White trash rich white trash rich white trash rich white trash,
RICH. WHITE. TRASH.
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I’m not much of a songwriter.
But I hate nazis.
And as the late, great Indiana Jones once said, “Nazis…I hate these guys.”
May he Rest In Peace.
Indiana Jones. Not Mitch McConnell.
When that guy dies, a cool person needs to whiz all over his corpse.
Earlier posts:
• Romeo Whiskey Tango.
• Bros: America’s new Jews.
• Showers of gold.
• I hope that coronavirus helps America redefine the term “white trash.”
• America, the public bathroom.
• The Donald Trump Tax.
• Open letter to a selfie of my drunk-ass self, taken on August 11th, 2001
I write fiction. I have two dark comedies available, Fearkiller (Volume 1) and Notes from Trillionaire Island: Fearkiller (Volume 2), as well as Revolutionizer Alpha, the first book in a sci-fi series. I also wrote a story about God. It was weird, but then I decided to make the story and its sequel free. And all of the sudden, it didn’t seem as weird. Writing about God is much less weird when you write about God without charging money for it. Here’s my professional site, my trade.
