Introducing Rudy Giuliani In The Role Of Television Attorney Of Law

Posted on August 20, 2018 by sungmokoo

If this guy wasn’t somebody, he would just be someone’s crazy grandfather.

If I have learned anything in the last two years, it is this: if you’re going to be a lying-all-the-time lowlife liar, you need a good lawyer. If you’re worst than that, you need a good TV lawyer. Of course I am speaking of ~~current president of the United States himself~~ dictator wannabe Donald “Jag Off” Trump and his spin doctor/untruthful representative/TV lawyer, Rudy Giuliani.

Before proceeding, it is important to clarify. There is no such thing as perjury on television. The only true crime is low ratings. A TV lawyer doesn’t have to be competent, just entertaining. It helps if you have animated facial expressions that resemble someone having a stroke. The more you can repeat a lie, the more you shadow the truth.

Keeping all this in mind, this is what would happen if someone ever accused Trump of being a cannibal.

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“Ain’t No Sweet Leaf” by BLACK SABBATH Vs. BILL WITHERS

Posted on August 11, 2018 by sungmokoo

Sabbath - Withers
On the near anniversary of the tragic events that occurred in Charlottesville, Virginia, it is time to grow the fuck up. It happened. It exists. Hatred and racism are real things. It must be dealt with. It’s never a good idea to put a bandage on a giant gaping gash. You must recognize that it’s a serious injury. Merely putting a bandage on it is like asking current president of ~~the United States~~, himself, Donald “Do The Wrong Thing” Trump, to deliver a bag of cheeseburgers to starving children. Nothing good will come from it, and the wrong person gets nourishment.

It is time to get stitches or say hello to gangrene. A personal opinion: serious bacterial infection is gross, especially in these modern times. Brown pus and the foul stench of dying skin is so 1860. Unfortunately, there is not a good metaphor for stitches, because like haters be haters, racists be racists. There’s no changing their fearful superstitious minds. The only comfort in getting stitches is it’s better than amputation.

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“Take The Money And Run, It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” by R.E.M. Vs. STEVE MILLER BAND

Posted on August 2, 2018 by sungmokoo

REM - SMB
The following mash up may be the explanation for the behavior of thin-orange-skinned president of ~~the United States~~ himself, Donald “Dumb Dumb” Trump. It seems impossible for someone to lie so much without some sort of motivation. Any sane person might feel the tiniest bit of shame, but because he knows that it’s the end of the world, he feels fine and doesn’t care.

Who am I kidding? Regardless of the well-being of the world, this is Trump. This is how he rolls. He’s a greedy fuck face who has no compunction raping the world with his tiny hands that have never seen a day’s work. Ask anyone, he is a renowned bed wetter. Instead of remorse, he is filled with privilege. Instead of shame, he screams for his mommy. When one can rationalize the embarrassing arrested development day in and day out of waking up in a pool of urine for 72 years, the end result is Trump. When shitty behavior is ignored and cleaned up by the hired help, you are creating a monster. This is a mind set created by the Scrooges, Mr. Potters and Dick Cheneys of this damn capitalistic world. By the way, all known bed wetters.

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Both Sides Now: The Defense Of A Traitorous Coward

Posted on July 17, 2018 by sungmokoo

“Frankly, what I really meant was this: I’m going to put up the best, the most beautiful Trump Towers up in Moscow. It will be unbelievable. Better than the wall, trust me.”

We are witnessing the greatest debacle of America’s history unraveling before our very eyes. Of course, I am talking about that odd pompadour-style do atop current president of ~~the United States~~, himself, “Dippity Don’t” Donald Trump. What was that? Seriously, is this the hair we wear these days when attending a Helsinki Summit? Was this supposed to be some kind of show of strength over the lack of hair of your boss-hope-to-be-buddy, ex-KGB, Russian dictator, Vladimir “Invalid” Putin? If so, better luck next time. Propecia™-generated hair is never a symbol of strength. It is like bringing your mother’s balls to a knife fight. It’s gross, and mostly stupid.

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