So it’s never too late to admit it when you make a mistake. Mea culpa, I made a boo boo when, not long ago I compared that goofball Steve Bannon to Barney Fife of fictional Mayberry, RFD.
But as it turns out, no, Bannon’s way more ridiculous than that. He’s Snoopy, sitting atop his doghouse, imagining he’s WWI flying ace “the Red Baron”. When Bannon says he’s got his weapons back in his hands, it’s too funny. I imagine Bannon with that bright red nose–and we all know where that comes from–like Rudolph’s, leading the imaginary charge, guns blazing, peering intently from atop his little doghouse.
Those aren’t weapons, it’s just your limp dick you’re holding there, Bub. Where’s the juggernaut that was supposed to sweep Bannon’s clients, like a backwards tsunami, into elective offices in Virginia and elsewhere a few weeks ago? Oh, that’s right–it was a no-show.
Someone please tell Bannon he’s a laughingstock. When he gets in front of the cameras, capering like a fool it is pathetic. It’s like the ravings of your aged drunk uncle.
Don’t forget, the Charlottesville Statement, to which Breitbart, Bannon, et. al. bend their reverent collective knees, was written by a pagan, goat-blood-drinking, Florida lawyer/senate candidate. Just sayin’.
C’mon white guys, I know you’re mad. It’s been a rough few decades for you all to adjust to, and you’re still pouting about having to share power. But who wrote all the rules in the first place? Yeah. White guys. You did it to yourselves. Now you have to share power. No more unilateral decision-making.
But don’t follow this goofball. He’s no “leader”. He’s some rich dude’s paid butt boy. Some gazillionaire named Mercer is said to own Bannon lock, stock and barrel. That’s not a leader. He’s the Grima Wormtongue of the GOP and it’s just a matter of time before everyone realizes it.
And he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about middle class white men other than what he can get them to do for his rich owner.
You deserve better. Much better.