As a curious American, I watched the State of the Union, starring Trump as a feeble bumbling racist landlord miraculously turned into the President of the United States. It was as lame as the Super Bowl a few nights ago, starring the overexposed New England Patriots, the inexperienced L.A. Rams and the lucky to be a thing, Maroon 5. In short, a bad week for television and it’s only Tuesday.
This just in: No news is no longer good news. It is now lazy journalism.
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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.
In a galaxy far far away, in a future rapidly approaching, yet before the time Han Solo becomes an honest to goodness bounty hunter, there was Baby Solo. SPOILER ALERT: The following story transpires two decades before the latest installment of the 2018 Disney® Star Wars® franchise, Solo™.