All aboard!

The Gloat Boat is underway.

The funniest thing to happen in recent years has been the increasing misery of the leftivists. (As far as I know, I made up that word.) They just get more funny with each passing day. Am I cruel to laugh at them? That is certainly my intent.

Let’s consider the fat, ugly, tattooed females with shiny metal things stuck in their faces. I speak of the ones who parade the streets, sans clothing. Is there a point? What, pray tell, do you suppose they believe they are achieving? If it is shock, then they succeed; but only in that it is shocking to realize the banality of their mindless stunts. Do you suppose any of those women have male suitors? But of course I mean men who have testicles. (I’ll take that as a no.)

If those detestable and repugnant females actually do have male partners, I rejoice in the fact that at the very least, there will be no pregnancies. This is bad news for Planned Parenthood, and that, brothers and sisters, is another fun fact. Even funnier is the reality that by choosing not to reproduce, or by having abortions if something goes wrong, they are fulfilling the hopes and dreams of sensible people, i.e., their own extinction.

But let’s move along to the cowbell-beating, singing and chanting dummies. They are seen mostly in Washington, D.C., where they congregate on sidewalks and prove to the world how ridiculous they are. That is funny; but funnier still is that they look to imitation men to lead them, like the dilapidated old cuck, Chuck Schumer.

The Democrat boxing team was perhaps the most hilarious display of vacuity to come along in months, at least. Remember them, the tough girl bosses punching the air with manicured nails? The only thing those goofs will fight for is an empty stall in a public restroom. And don’t doubt for a second that they will claw one another’s eyes out. There is something very sinister about their propensity for self-hatred. There is no greater truth than the fact that no human being can hate a woman as fervently as another woman. Could it be that femininity is thinner than the smile of a Gestapo agent?

And let’s recall the ping-pong paddle crowd at the State of the Union address. Could they have revealed themselves any better? The more they frowned, the more they scowled, the harder I laughed. Irony, like self-awareness, will elude them always.

Let the church say amen.