I’ve noticed that many of the accusers of Brett Kavanagh don’t seem all that informed about most anything other than their hate of the moment and being uninformed about facts. I think facts confuse them because facts are never in line with their fragile trains of thought. Even at their most clever (?), they lose their way and then have to repackage the facts du jour to meet their hoped for expectations of a win.
Even the current crisis in the Catholic Church isn’t distracting them and we all know that conservatives, especially Christian/Catholic ones are fair game to the ungodly.
Well, I thought I’d find a distraction to get them off course. It happened in my very own kitchen not more than an hour ago. I spatchcocked two chickens! I hope you made sure your children were out of the room. Yes, I decided that someone had to be bold enough to let loose with an imaginary laser pointer dot to get their heads bobbing and their bouncing brains off of Brett Kavanagh . . . so I really, REALLY did spatchcock two chickens and take all the blame for the incident. So, if the papers get hold of this information, Judge Kavanagh should have a reprieve from having to defend himself from the usual fairy tale allegations coming forth from the Democrats. If this doesn’t distract them, I don’t know what will. Therefore, I have attempted to do my civic duty with all the sacrifice that comes along with it.
Oh, by the way, all you nasty-minded people who ran immediately to the dictionary to get the sordid details of my kitchen activities today . . . Said chickens are roasting in the oven, they were dead when I did it, and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to apologize.
A guy goes into a bar in new york where all the bartenders are robots:
The guy sits down at the bar and the robot asks: “What will you have?
The guy replies, “Whiskey.”
The robot brings back his drink and asks, “what’s your IQ?”
The guy says, “168”
The robot talks about physics, space exploration and medical technology.
After the guy leaves, he pauses at the street corner and thinks about what he just encountered,and the more he thinks about it the more curious he gets, so he decides to go back.
The robot asks, “What’s your drink?”
The guy answers, “Whiskey.”
The robot returns with his drink and asks, “What’s your IQ?”
This time the man replies, “100.”
The robot talks about NASCAR, Budweiser, and all-star wrestling.
The man finishes his drink, leaves, but is so interested in this “experiment” that he decides he’ll try again.
He enters the bar and, as usual, the robot asks him what he wants to drink.
The man replies, “Whiskey.”
The robot brings the drink and asks, “What’s your IQ?”
This time the man answers, “50.”
The robot leans in real close and slowly asks,
“So, are you people still unhappy that Hillary lost?”