The rapture is scheduled to hit us April 23rd. Which means we can only catch the premiere episode of season two of “Westworld.” That’s the downside. The upside is, we’ll no longer have to hear the robotic ramblings of Pelositron 1000. She recently lectured the wealthy for being wealthy. Despite her daily baths in tubs filled with cash.
Every human being who’s walked this not-flat earth is a hypocrite. Me. You. The hippy with the COEXIST bumpersticker who flips off the guy with the “Make America Great Again” bumpersticker. Both of whom complain about people knowing too much about them, while they plaster the stick family on their cars, along with where their went to college, what they think about hunting, and if they’re fans of the Grateful Dead. All of which they’ve voluntarily inputted into Facebook. After ordering their paper towels via Alexa.
The rapture is long overdue.
But Nancy Pelosi version 10.15.04 lecturing the press and her constituents, who keep electing her for some self-loathing reason, on poverty, takes the urinal cake.
Nancy, sweetie. You’re a multimillionaire. If debilitating poverty bothered you so much, you’d open your palace to the same homeless people treating the streets of San Francisco like a toilet bowl. Seat up.
So spare us.