During a recent press conference, a reporter with MSNBC hollered from the press corps, “Where is President Trump hiding his tax returns?”
Press Secretary, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, astutely responded,
“We’ve found a very secure place and I’m certain they won’t be found.”
“And just where is that?” said the reporter sarcastically.
Mrs. Sanders grinned sardonically and said, “They are underneath Obama’s college records, his passport application, his immigration status as a student, his funding sources to pay for college, his college records, and his Selective Service registration.”
Citizens of foreign countries that feel they have the right to slam our president. Mind your own damned business.
The double standard that democrats embrace no matter how screwed up their logic is.
The lies the left make up and spout as facts. Once it’s out there, the liberal press compounds the lies which reinforces the lies in the weak minds of the left.
The racial divide that has happened since Obama took office. Of course the left blames Trump, but that’s just business as usual for the left.
Protestors blocking roadways because they lost an election. Just run their asses down with snowplows and free up the traffic from their stupidity.
Refugees. They get housing and stipends while our homeless vets sleep on the street. Shit, no US citizen should be homeless while refugees get their nasty asses kissed by our government.
Politicians. They all suck, but some are worse than others. If they’re talking, they’re lying. Term limits would help, but the offices attract liars and thieves.
Traffic. I hate how congested our roads are now. Stay out of my way dammit!
My digestive system. Since I’ve had to have my gallbladder removed, my system is a mess. It can surprise me in many disgusting ways.
I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.
