Patriot Retort: When I was a kid, my brother told me to punch in the shoulder as hard as I could.
So I wound up and hit him, not once, not twice, but several times. I really wailed on him. Over and over again, I balled up my little fist and hit him as many times as I could before my hand gave out.
Mark said, “My turn” and landed a single punch on my shoulder.
One punch was all it took for my entire arm to go numb.
Clearly I was outmatched.
Well, in a lot of ways a Twitter fight between Donald Trump and Elizabeth Warren is as much of a mismatch as that stupid “punch my arm” challenge with my brother.
As I mentioned yesterday, Liz went on the Twitter warpath yesterday burping out a thread of over twenty tweets. In tweet after tweet, she repeatedly balled up her little fist and wailed at Trump.
Well, this morning, President Trump said, “My turn.”
And in two tweets, he knocked her to the mat.
Trump is in a battle of twits with an unarmed twat.
I can only imagine how Pocahontas envisioned this all working out. Clearly she is also surrounded by idiots too stupid to suggest maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t be such a good idea to scream from the rooftops and highlight that you are indeed a white woman that erroneously posed as a Native American.
“It’s the water”. Not just a beer commercial anymore…
really enraged
How comes Pocahantus dwells only on her Native American heritage? Does she have any English, Irish, Scottish, German, Russian, Bulgarian, Cuban, Kenyan, Mexican, Negro, Hillbilly, Trailer Park, blood in her veins? Just curious.
Oh I get it.That’s how she got the Harvaard jig. What a POS!
My Dad taught Me early about bare knuckles Boxing..Punch them in
the Forearms and Shoulders(Rocky Marciano) Forget about the Head
I’m drunk so I’m allowed to ignore the Gist of the Story
(iotwr basic rules…there are no rules)
I saw this somewhere on the interwebs earlier today:
POCAHONKY
Bcattin: I watched Rocky Marciano fight back in the early fifties. (On news reels or at the movie theater) He punched every opponent everywhere above the belt.
He was relentless, never stopped punching. Never lost a fight.
He was my hero.
Relatedly, Trump has finessed the liberal media into a box with his Twitter nukes and jabs at press conferences. The FAKE NEWS groups are stumbling over criticizing Trump for issues that they never addressed during the Black Messiah’s reign. Examples are many..separation of illegal children from their illegal parents, North Korea, Middle East, race, corruption, taxes, etc. etc. etc…
He has turned the media on its head, bent it over, and stuffed a hot poker up its ass.
It has now been determined that Warrens ancestors actually tried to exterminate the indians.
As Senator Blumenthal, who is apparently foreign to the concepts of honor and shame, ironically stated, “Falsus in Uno, falsus in omnibus”.
It’s a shame Republicans can’t use this against Faucohontis and the rest because they’d just be tossing stones from the decks of their glass houses.
This doesn’t really work because of the order but it is still a funny joke. Adapted to where do I get me a huntin license Kerry:
John Kerry went duck hunting in rural Ohio. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer’s field on the other side of a fence. As Kerry climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. Kerry responded, “I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I’m going to retrieve it.” The old farmer Peter replied, “This is my property, and you are not coming over here.” The indignant Kerry said, “I am one of the best trial lawyers in the US and, if you don’t let me get that duck, I’ll sue you and take everything you own.” The old farmer smiled and said, “Apparently, you don’t know how we settle disputes in Ohio. We settle small disagreements like this with the ‘Three Kick Rule.’ Kerry asked, “What is the ‘Three Kick Rule’?” The Farmer replied, “Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I get to go first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on back and forth until someone gives up.” Kerry quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to Kerry. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel-toed work boot into his groin and dropped him to his knees! His second kick to the midriff sent the Kerry’s last meal gushing from his mouth. He was on all fours when the farmer’s third kick to his rear end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie. Summoning every bit of his will and remaining strength Kerry very slowly managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, “Okay, you old fart. Now it’s my turn.” The old farmer smiled and said, “Nah, I give up. You can have the duck.”
Good one Frank. But I don’t believe Kerry said “Now it’s my turn.”
He just shit his pants and was glad to crawl away alive. But he did submit a request for a Purple Heart. LOL