Birds are transient, vapid creatures, soaring carelessly above the material reality of the proletariat. The bourgeoisie of the animal kingdom. Birdgeoisie. Except for penguins, who face the ravages of winter in huddled solidarity. And ostriches, who I suspect are Bakuninists.
That is all.
Petty for sure but I think it's more that going after the Bidens would be excellent political theater to keep people distracted while they do some really messed up Project 2025 shit. Regardless, it's a real shame that Genocide Joe is too far gone to recognize that tsunami of karma coming his way.
I would actually love it if a hundred years after my death my enemies would still hate me so much that they'd stay up late to go fuck with my grave. Also I'd probably rig like a NLF spike pit.
Grok must have burned out a few GPUs thinking up this scheme.
I just had a vision of, like, the Trump crash finally bringing the fat chunk of rapist lard over the edge; his ticker giving out on the golf course, to the sight of him keeling over and slumping face first into the manicured grass with the rolls of fat rippling as secret service agents start piling on top of him. A hundred million MAGAs watching in hushed silence with their deep-fried whatever caught half way to their mouths, just waiting to see if maybe the great leader is playing out his master plan; maybe he's just throwing off the Bidens and fixing the economy so good those commies will never be able to—... And then the late president starts evacuating his bowels into his suit pants and the bodyguards just scatter as 70 years of cheeseburgers and taco bowls come corpsing out of his dissolute sphincter.