Dispatches from the Asylum

  The orange presidential nutjob had wonderfully, insane quips, all allowed by the gods of confusion to demonstrate to the unwashed, just what a demented

  Who knows when the gods of mayhem and destruction dug deep into their assholes and pulled out the current scam where a frickin’ virus

For the prude at heart, there’s nothing like an out-of-context biblical verse, a religious admonishment, or better still, limp-minded government dickheads telling you to stop

Remember when one could attend concerts sans face diaper, or go to a gym to work out without having to prove you’ve taken an injection

  The gods of shitfuckery, mayhem and despair are most pleased. In the twilight of homo sapiens reign over this magnificent planet, God, Mother Earth

  Another week, another month and once again, the Italian gerbil pops his head up from his underground hole to forecast what Americans have come