Yesterday, I was on an Amtrak train in upstate NY, hot on the trail of a shady arms dealer purported to be supplying RPGs to ISIS sympathizers in Buffalo.
In the cafe car I ordered The Glenlivet 30-year-old. At only $1,700 per bottle it was a bit more pedestrian than the spirits to which I am normally used--but I held my nose and coped with the inconvenience. After a few sips the room began to blur. I awoke several hours later in a private Pullman, with my tuxedo in disarray and this sinister creature looming above me.
The conductor announced..."Next stop Buffalo!"
What did I do next?
My paternal grandparents were both part of this exodus (1922) and fled to Thessaloniki. They met a couple of years later through the Smyrnaic refugee network in an arranged marriage.
Commu-tard media & technology pricks don't know who they're messing with.
Trump is going to stick his boot up each of their arses.
Facebook is a Commie monopoly.
Apple is a Commie monopoly
Amazon is a Commie monopoly
Google is a Commie monopoly
Trump will sue to break them up and put their info services into the Public Domain or create smaller competitive co's.
I SHIT U NOT
The only 2 US Presidents born in New York City.
And the only 2 Presidents with a really bad-ass attitude.
I have a theory about Trump's and TR's bad-ass-itudes.
When a Type-A man misses out on a military career in his 20s, he carries a chip on his shoulder.
I know, becase I have that same chip.
And I'm damned proud of it.
When my patriot brothers come home from war... they are tired and weary. And I deign to their heroism.
And because I did not serve I feel it is my duty to be a hard ass to any liberals who dares to disrespect them.
And I will be that way until I stop breathing.
Trump and Teddy Roosevelt know what I'm talking about.
(Oh, and I'm also from NYC; born in Jersey City but we lived in Manhattan)
In last night's Miss America Pageant...
All of the social responsibility questions were written by diseased Liberal psychopaths.
The questions were all designed to implicate Presdient Trump in some phony scandal.
This is because Trump owns the Miss USA pageant, their direct competition.
I'll never forget the night before--driving home in an ominous and angry monsoon-type of rainstorm. I was humbled by the ferocity.
As soon as I got home I held my 2 month old son and worried aloud what type of world he would inherit. I cried uncontrollably. I was not a crier. Didn't know what it all meant.
The next morning was a perfectly clear day. No trace of nature's violence just a few hours earlier. Then we got a phone call at 9am telling us to walk outside the house and 30 yards to the Hudson River promenade. From there we watched the buildings collapse. How did I know something bad was coming?