There's a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis

I have neither the time, energy or inclination to delve into the fuck-uppery that is George Santos and his lying, doubling down on lying and then saying he lied and it's no big deal. 

And I am guessing to the GOP and media, it's not. He'll get his seat and no one is gonna say a word. He's not even on the 'front page' of CNN, but a story on how Bennifer spent their xmas is, as is a story on Hugh Jackman and one on Morrissey. So.............this is exactly where we are. 

Of all his lies - and there are many - the one I wanted to be a lie is that he's not actually gay. I mean, we just don't want him. If he's married - to a woman or man - how fucking self-loathing can they be? But if they do exist, I'm guessing they won't be together much longer.  But I've been wrong before. 

I am happy that Kari Lake has to pay the fees for her election law suit. She might have to get a job at Arthur Treachers to pay for that. Or back to blowing lobbyists. Slinging fish n chips might pay more. 

I'm semi-interested to read the headlines after BLOTUS' tax returns are released on Friday. I can't be bothered to read the deets, though from what I've heard already, the IRS glossed over him and his "audit", which is exactly what one would suspect. Now for them to look at him more deeply seems like retribution only because they were found out to be as lax as he. 

Still, I'd like to find out he's worth absolutely nothing. He is absolutely nothing. But let the banks now find out, and hopefully not loan him a dime. At least Jared has $2 billion in Saudi money. 

I have to finish my annual year end / year beginning posts. My best laid plans of starting those early fizzled out halfway through, so I'll be racing to the finish line, but it'll get done. 

Super duper cold has pulled back. We hit 26 yesterday. Allegedly in the 50s this weekend. Poor Buffalo. Quickly increasing warmth and 6' of snow is going to mean massive floods.  They are just fucked. 

Well, I have to completed at least one of those year end thingies. I better chip away at it now. 

Song by: Kirsty MacColl