Nope, Cousin Joe, he did not live up to the expectations you set for him on yesterday’s edition of The MorJo Show; nope—nope he didn’t… ↓↓↓
It appears that even after Bannon left the Building and headed straight to the shithouse at
Biritebart Breitbart HQ’s, this president of ours is going to opt for the “Wrasli’n / Figure 8 / Rodeo Clown” approach to governing.
When we return, a rather Ironic touch to Merle Haggard’s “Okie from Muskogee”, sang of course —with a Brian Williams voice:
One thing’s for sure Cousin Joe, “White Lightening” and a Jim Crow era syllabus from the State of Texas and Mississippi remain the most “thrilling” part of a Donald Trump ‘nativist’ camp fire in the former jurisdiction of a bigoted sheriff, called Joe Arpaio.
En fin, Jon Meachum, i wonder —what the odds are? And doesn’t the headline above [like an Onion] command the tears right out of those chilled-out gringo on vacation eyes of yours? Please laugh, because it’s supposed to be compliment, i mean, slap a pair of Wayfarers in that mug of yours and the people where Spring Breakers, or Jimmy (Hey! Ha’bout them Burgers in Paradise?) Buffett fans dare not spend a pre packaged holiday dime, i swear, they would not question you if you told them that you are the leader of one of’em hip jazz ensembles bands… or some hip enterprise shit like that.
I hope Raul Malo and his Mavericks ensemble don’t read this the wrong way…
Anyhow, Mr. Meachum, i wanted to end this segment, which dealt with a very simple proposition in favor of a personal hero of mine:
that given today’s context about symbols of segregation and hate, Ozzy Osbourne [one-each] deserves a little retribution —Fuck Satisfaction— for that little misdemeanor of public intoxication and —of Drunk History in the making— that got him banned from San Anto…
It’s as if by deliverance (God Bless His Wicked Soul) Ozzy Osbourne was commanded to go ahead and piss on that fucking symbol of segregation, land grab, slavery and Hate… Who else was going to be commanded or called upon to relieve himself: that pinche-pansy Joe -fucking- Elliott from Def Leppard? We don’t pinche think so, he was to busy being a populist prick —making all of the “wrong turns”— in Al’bhu-keyr-kee (Albuquerque, New Mexico… Shout out to Mel Blanc!).
So for that faithful piss in 1982, Ozzy deserves por lo menos—Un Pinche Aplauso… ¡RAFA!!! DILE A BROZO que le mande un saludo a Ozzy Osburne.