Just
last week, Cadet Bonespurs was preening in front of the bit of his southern
border wall that he’s desperately trying to sell to his knuckledragging,
mouthbreathing racist followers as on its way to completion. He was bragging
lying about how his “beautiful” wall is impenetrable and unclimbable. His
rotting word salad, specifically:
“We
have, I guess you could say, world-class mountain-climbers. We got climbers. We
had 20 mountain-climbers. That’s all they do—they love to climb mountains. They
can have it. Me, I don’t want to climb mountains. But they’re very good, and
some of them were champions. And we gave them different prototypes of walls,
and this was the only wan that was hardest to climb.”
Well,
folks in Mexico have turned his “impenetrable” wall into a climbing competition
tourist attraction.
So it
is serving a benign purpose, after a fashion. Which is more than can be said
for the increasingly sweatiily apoplectic Kleptocrat.
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