From the depths I return, clutching my love for you all to my breast …

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Hello kiddies…

It has been a while. I have no real explanation. Let’s put it down to ennui (a rationalisation laden with enough cheese-eating surrender-monkey bullshit that we can just pass on and get on with the motley).

When I last spoke to you, we had a Democrat-controlled Senate, we weren’t at war with anyone, the economy was on its way up, and the newspapers hadn’t carried reports of the murder and/or torture of black or brown people by white authority figures for at least a week.

So that’s all gone to shit, and I suspect I’ve built up enough anger to be entertaining again.

What’s your excuse?

Actually, fuck that. I don’t give a shit, because you lot have apparently managed to entirely fuck up the country in my absence.

Fuck you all, you namby-pamby lefty fuckers.

(Just to show I do still love you, a cheesecake photo of my doggy.)

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[Image – Jean de Boulogne Valentin (1591-1632) – Christ Driving the Money Changers out of the Temple]

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One Comment on “From the depths I return, clutching my love for you all to my breast …”

  1. GP says:

    Sorry to let you down, Sarah. Truly I am, because I need your brand of insanity to keep a lid on this steaming pile of shit.


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