Not the ones around this dog pound, obviously, but this is about dogs.
For months now (and we never tire of it), we’ve watched Trump throw out statements that are, in and of themselves, quite insignificant, whereupon the ProgMedia Presstitutes immediately throw themselves all over it and go into full-on hysterics while the rest of us roll our eyes and their already pretty much non-existent relevance plummets even further in the eyes of the general population.
The latest example would be the current hysterics over how Trump Lied™!!11!!!!1! about the size of the inauguration crowd. The world as we know it has ended, it’s the death of democracy, head to the fallout shelters, film at 11!!!!
All because he stated that the ProgMedia’s estimates and jeers about how small the crowds were were lower than the actual numbers. Two sides, each of them making a claim that cannot be substantiated since nobody knows the actual size of the crowds, and the ProgHysterics treat it as every -gate combined. Ha! Got him! At LAST!
Meanwhile, the rest of America just sees a bunch of whiny brats screaming about how small the President’s penis is. For the second time.
He keeps doing it, and the imbeciles of the ProgMedia “smart set” keep falling for it every. bloody. time.
Yet he’s the dumb one, right?
And so we were standing in our back yard, throwing the Imperial Rottie’s ball, making her run for it to get it back, throwing it again and it struck us: We bet she might just think that it’s her making us throw it by running around.
But that’s insulting. Our dog is much more intelligent than your average presstitute.