Friday, December 23, 2022

#1616. New York's George Santos

The Log Cabin faction of the GOP (the ultimate LGBTQ contradiction) took a major blow this week... straight to the groin.  George Santos, the newly elected and openly gay Republican Congressman from Long Island, is having difficulty explaining his resume.


Worked for Goldman Sachs?  Lie.  It's possible he worked on Goldman's sack.... but not for Goldman Sachs.

Proud graduate of a public New York University?  Lie.  Probably couldn't even get accepted into Trump University.

Claimed his Jewish grandparents fled the Holocaust?  Lie.  His grandparents were Christians from Brazil.  Ouch! 

Lost the lives of 4 personal employees in the Orlando Pulse Nightclub massacre?  Lie.  Reminds me of all the funerals Trump bragged about attending shortly after 9/11.  

Owns a dozen rental properties?  Lie.  He rents.

 

Santos says an explanation to all the accusations is forthcoming.  Next week.  Stay tuned I suppose.  I guess he wants to get all his facts straight.  In the meantime though, he's claiming the whole thing's a left wing, fake news, media hit job.  In the interim, Santos thinks the conversation should be about public safety, inflation, education, and more.  

I agree.  I'd like to hear more about "more." 



 

 

New York’s George Santos
sonofsaf

New York’s George Santos,
Trolling clown that wants a coup,
New York’s George Santos
A bio from hell and faggot too

And his tiny small cock’s got,
No pubic hair,
His shit’s a crock,
Butt New Yorkers care…

‘Cause New York’s George Santos,
He’s well known for fuckin’ you

And his tiny small cock’s got,
No pubic hair,
His shit’s a crock,
Butt New Yorkers care…

‘Cause New York’s George Santos,
He’s well known for fuckin’ you…

 

Me And My Shadow
Frank Sinatra & Sammy Davis Jr.

Me and my shadow,
Strolling down the avenue,
Me and my shadow,
Not a soul to tell our troubles to . . .

And when it's twelve o'clock,
We climb the stair,
We never knock,
For nobody's there . . .

Just me and my shadow,
All alone and feelin' blue . . .

And when it's twelve o'clock,
We climb the stair,
We never knock,
For nobody's there . . .

Just me and my shadow,
All alone and feelin' blue . . .

 


Sammy Davis Jr. played the Civic Arena twice.  Once in 1961, the other time in 1988.  Meanwhile, his buddy Sinatra played the Burgh a grand total of 19 times (1942 - 1993).  Never seen either of 'em.  However, one of my scalper buddies, Skip, looks a lot like Sammy Davis Jr.  So naturally, we call him Sammy Davis Jr.

Right now, it's 3 degrees with the wind chill pushing it to -25.  And the worst is yet to come.

Steelers host the Raiders tomorrow night in what will likely be the coldest game in team history.

Now you're probably thinking that this whole bomb cyclone thing is bad for Trump Dumps.


Wrong!  The frigid cold weather lends itself to fecal integrity.  The true enemies of a Trump Dump are rain, flies, and waste management.  Wink wink.  (I just liked the title of that youtube clip)

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