I’m so old, I remember when the greatest crime of the twenty-first century was perpetrated by Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, when he wore a black t-shirt in the Oval Office.

hyperventilating Republicans clutched their pearls, collapsed all the fuck over their fainting couches, and howled with outrage. ‘how could Zelenskyy do that? he’s disrespecting Dear Leader! he’s defiled the sanctity of the Oval Office! fuck this guy and fuck his whole country. if he wants our help, let him dress in a suit!’

given all that performative dipshittery, someone please explain to me what the fuck this is.

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this sartorial nightmare is the 54-year-old No Longer A Kid Rock, the author of hit songs such as … um … I’m sorry, did he ever have one?

yesterday, Formerly A Kid was in the Oval Office. he’s got his hand on the Resolute Desk — on the exact spot, I might note, where Crown Prince Snotwiper, the Space Nazi’s spawn, left a fresh deposit of nose goblins the last time he visited the Oval Office.