About Last Week...
Oh, for a Spell of Invisibility
Today the White House is celebrating the Trans Day of Visibility and everyone is piling on Biden for declaring it a national hoop-de-doo.
Well, everyone’s wrong. As a dementia sufferer and a good Catholic (why do those words always seem to go together? And I can tell that joke because I consider myself a practicing Catholic, practicing in the sense of not being very good at it) Biden simply misheard his 26-year-old thumb-addled Chief of Things on the Internet.
He thought she meant “transubstantiation,” not transgender.
Or maybe he heard “trans” and thought of its prefixal meaning of “across” and since “A Cross” tends to feature in Easter celebrations he thought it was okay.
Or he was in a deep think about muscle cars – we all know he has a ‘Vette (and that Commander needs a vet ) - and flashed on the sweet, sweet bad ass 1977 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am.
Did you know the State of New Jersey issued a “Gas, Grass, or Ass – No One Rides Free” bumper sticker to everyone who registered a Trans Am?
Or maybe he thought they were saying “Boo-urns” – who knows?
All I know is that a good Catholic like Joe would never intentionally do something so thoughtless and nasty and petty and pointless and obviously goadingly insulting.
Because when you do something like that, you tend to do it quietly, you get in stealth mode – if you want to go poop under your neighbor’s couch cushions and leave it there for them to eventually find but only after searching the whole house for the odor, you do that at night or when they are out to dinner or something.
You don’t just walk into the family room while they’re watching the game, lift up a cushion, and fire away.
But, of course, that is exactly what the Biden White House has (metaphorically) done. They want you to know who did it.
Oh, one Easter story – there’s a church in Louisiana that holds an Easter midnight mass. The service is, shall we say, short – down, up, up, down, sign of the cross, sing, ‘Jesus wept.” is the entire reading, the sermon is about alacrity, then buffet communion, and out you go.
Lent for you is officially over and there is a bar across the street that stays open until 2.
Sometimes I miss Louisiana.
Anyway, thank you so much for subscribing and I hope you’ve had – and/or are still having – a wonderful Easter Sunday.
I thank you. But our poser president is no Catholic. He’s controlled by magicians aka Zionists. It is a circus @ the White House.
Happy Easter! He Is Risen!