Sometimes making fun of Republicans is like shooting fish in a barrel. Actually, no. They’re not fish so much as some kind of animal that can’t swim … or crawl out of a barrel. It’s like watching a drunk, elderly orangutan drown in a barrel. Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. I just add the color commentary.
So the sovereign of the country we canceled 244 years ago via a violent revolution and abrupt late-night breakup text (“Yo, T-Jeff here. We done”) recently announced that British folks will need an ID to vote from now on. This prompted Republicans to do what they’re best at: grossly misrepresent what’s happening in the world outside their fever-ravaged brains.
In contrast to Donald Trump’s shambolic bearing, appearance, and comportment, Aldous J. Pennyfarthing is a natty hail-fellow-well-met and a gentleman.