A turd painted with gold spray paint is still a turd. King Turd.

Doctor, “Cough please”. Ok here I go, “War… cough… what is it good for?”

Ex Post Facto for the Constitution? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ex_post_facto_law

How many times was that eject button pressed? - no pilot ever asked. Either because of sheer professionalism or a state of ultimate panic. Yet in this case the pilot deliberately steers into the ground.

So here we are as a passenger while someone, who somehow seems to be part of the crew, yells: “Don’t do that, fly straight!!”… and we all react calmly “oh, finally one of them notices something is wrong.”, and “Can I order a drink now?”

Only half the country, half the World. Then put some tomayto-tomahto sauce on his other ear as a reason for no votes in November.

Tell me more.

White robes and red caps… Looks like a land full of dicks.