This is all just… dreadfully repetitive.
Ole’ Bitsy whined about it repeatedly; Hayward bloviated on it (at least four times)… and once again, Hinderaker has — for what, the tenth time, now?
But each of these belched bleatings… have this in common: nothing they complain about — in any manner — or in any way — affects the living of these Powerliner lives, unless they go out of their way to find someplace to go and be “offended” by it all.
That is telling, in and of itself.
The party that forever said we should just leave people alone, and not place laws on them that restrict their freedoms (the GOP)… is now all about deciding what clothes people may wear, where they may wear them… and whether a man might put some eyeliner on — or not do so, in public. Damnation.
Oh. The. Humanities, Hinderfaker. [Its all likely to avoid taking sides, anyway, in the glitch-riddled Twitter-Fest with DeSantis and the Elon-igator, methinks.]
Do take to your sad, moth-eaten fainting couch, and the rest of us will go out and enjoy a robust, boisterous — raucous even — rainbow filled life… whenever and wherever we choose.
So… sit down, son.
And to help us (and her) fly, tonight — ignoring you — we turn to Tina — as she lights it up, circa 1984:
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