Well, I never suspected you were a Republican in the first place, so…
sums it up nicely.
It used to be called “The Church of the Poisoned Mind.” h/t to Culture Club…
I woulda thought those in government would know how it works. This is like getting behind the wheel of a Yugo and expecting to win the Indy 500 and then wondering why alla the other cars are faster than that Yugo.
The most shocking thing about this whole article isn’t Boebert’s attempt to rewrite the “whip this out” story. It’s that she’s written her memoir.
Bishop said Brown’s arrest was meant to intimidate others. “He’s so far arrested 3 grandmas,”
That’s some thin f^cking gruel Granny.
Lauren Boebert can write and form a complete sentence and a complete thought?
If you can’t post it on Insta-- what good is it to anyone!
The Colorado Sun is an excellent online paper. It is owned by a group of reporters who left the Denver Post in 2018 after its hedge fund owner gutted the newsroom from more than 250 to fewer than 100.
Confirmation of the “small hands” theory?
Is it just me, but having the campaign manager of candidate in a district where the voting is controlled by one’s good friend-well doesn’t that just scream skullduggery?
America’s Mom?
Like … of all of it!!!
Is their honor among thieves, or perhaps in this case would be thieves who tried and are still trying to steel an election.
Boebert, from the obvious evasion in her Bishop’s refusal to answer the question about Boebert’s involvement, now has to worry that their is no honor among thieves and that to save their own butts, those who know of Boebert’s involvement will answer the question.
I predict a gofundme and grifting up the yingyang.
Did you see this? I did and am still laughing.
Classic song. The Knack includes Doug Fieger, brother of Michigan ambulance chaser and one time aspiring governor Jeffrey Fieger (who produced an all-time classic campaign commercial starring him and his mother, ending with the classic line “Oh Mother!” as mom rolled her eyes. I can’t find it anywhere, I’d post it if I could. It’s priceless.)
What ghost would lower itself to penning her memoir? Shame on you, ghost.
Ask Debbie Lesko. She always gets prissy when she thinks it is time to shoot her own grandchildren.