Divinity
Divinity: a nougat-like confection made with egg-white, corn syrup and sugar
That's one definition, probably the most suitable for the sickness of the age. Religiosity is inescapable in this mad society, but rarely has it been so brutally funny.
Rick "Oops" Perry can usually be counted on to cheer us up and make us forget that he's in charge of all the nuclear stuff. Last night he showed up on the official White House Not At All Fake News channel and told Fox that his master is definitely the Lord's Anointed and not a cheap grifter in a baggy suit. He shyly confessed to giving him "a little one-pager on those Old Testament kings," proving that he knows the limits of Messiah 2.0's attention span. So now Trump knows that multiple concubines are OK, and that he should at least try to display grief if Eric falls into a sewer and dies. I hope Perry didn't bring up the way David disposed of Uriah -- it might give him ideas.
Kanye West would love to be the Orange One's high priest, and he took a giant step in the sacerdotal direction by writing an opera about Nebuchadnezzar. (Well, it has been 178 years since Verdi's.) The Hollywood Bowl premiere was perhaps less triumphant than West's ego demanded, but who reads reviews anyway? All music critics are racist haters.
Who has been "calling" Sarah Sanders to run for governor of Arkansas? Only an atheist could ask such a question. In her Fox News debut, Sanders also complained, "I don't like being called a liar," minutes after declaring that Trump "reads more than anybody I know." Either she only knows small children and illiterate adults, or she's...
SEAL Chief Eddie Gallagher will not be punished for murdering an elderly civilian in Iraq because the Chosen One said unto the Navy, "Let him who has never committed a war crime cast the first stone." I'm assuming it happened like that. The Secretary of the Navy was unhappy, so now he's unemployed. Selah.
Divinity? Fudge.
That's one definition, probably the most suitable for the sickness of the age. Religiosity is inescapable in this mad society, but rarely has it been so brutally funny.
Rick "Oops" Perry can usually be counted on to cheer us up and make us forget that he's in charge of all the nuclear stuff. Last night he showed up on the official White House Not At All Fake News channel and told Fox that his master is definitely the Lord's Anointed and not a cheap grifter in a baggy suit. He shyly confessed to giving him "a little one-pager on those Old Testament kings," proving that he knows the limits of Messiah 2.0's attention span. So now Trump knows that multiple concubines are OK, and that he should at least try to display grief if Eric falls into a sewer and dies. I hope Perry didn't bring up the way David disposed of Uriah -- it might give him ideas.
Kanye West would love to be the Orange One's high priest, and he took a giant step in the sacerdotal direction by writing an opera about Nebuchadnezzar. (Well, it has been 178 years since Verdi's.) The Hollywood Bowl premiere was perhaps less triumphant than West's ego demanded, but who reads reviews anyway? All music critics are racist haters.
Who has been "calling" Sarah Sanders to run for governor of Arkansas? Only an atheist could ask such a question. In her Fox News debut, Sanders also complained, "I don't like being called a liar," minutes after declaring that Trump "reads more than anybody I know." Either she only knows small children and illiterate adults, or she's...
SEAL Chief Eddie Gallagher will not be punished for murdering an elderly civilian in Iraq because the Chosen One said unto the Navy, "Let him who has never committed a war crime cast the first stone." I'm assuming it happened like that. The Secretary of the Navy was unhappy, so now he's unemployed. Selah.
Divinity? Fudge.
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