Well, if you’re like me, when I heard that Qassam Soleimani was killed, I figured he must have had some dirt on Kevin Spacey. But no, no, he was yet another terrorist who President Trump looked up from his twitter account long enough to decide it was time to turn into a piece of burnt shish kebab.
As if the steady whistle of an inbound drone strike being the last thing you ever heard wasn’t bad enough, as a final slap to the face, Soleimani’s remains were packed in cardboard and taped up like an Amazon package, and then stuffed into coach on some discounted airline. At least with Bin Laden, they (supposedly) fired him off into the ocean floor like a human torpedo for one final “wheeeee!” Anyway, I’m not sure how it all works, like by law, do the flight attendants still have to offer Qassam earphones and a drink? I’ve never flown with a dead body, but you have to admit, it would be kind of humorous to hear them walk by like “sir, please return your tray and seatback to the upright….oh…nevermind.”
Meanwhile, the liberals and “news” media are all crying about WWIII, and yet, when I look out my window, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, women are walking their dogs while wearing yoga pants (the women, not the dogs), and all appears to be well. That was the fastest world war like ever.
We’re number one! We’re number one! We’re number one!
p.s. Speaking of the lamestream media, whatever happened to the caravans of people making their way to our southern border? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯