An ill wind that blows nobody any good.
He is supposed to be committed to reducing emissions – but when President Joe Biden produced a little natural gas of his own at the COP26 summit, it was audible enough to make the Duchess of Cornwall blush.
An informed source has told The Mail on Sunday that Camilla was taken aback to hear Biden break wind as they made polite small talk at the global climate change gathering in Glasgow last week.
‘It was long and loud and impossible to ignore,’ the source said. ‘Camilla hasn’t stopped talking about it.’
This summer, Johnson praised Biden as being ‘a big breath of fresh air’ on climate change compared to his predecessor.
Appropriately, Biden has urged world leaders to cut methane gas emissions by 30 per cent by the end of the decade. Cows and other livestock contribute substantially to global methane levels.
The White House declined to comment last night.
Oh, I just bet they did. What’s there to say, after all? Here we have this decrepit old near-cadaver, fraudulently installed as “leader” of the “free” world, in so advanced a stage of decomposition and decay he’s utterly helpless to prevent himself from shitting all over the friggin’ Pope—staggering around all befuddled and confused, muttering incoherently, tripping all over every set of stairs he wanders within ten feet of—so who among us is gonna bother complaining about the occasional sounding of the ***”Presidential”*** butt trumpet?
I must admit, as entertaining as President Trump was, the sheer hilarity Flatulent Zombie Brandon brings to the table puts ’em all in the shade. Every successive self-beclownment makes it seem more and more as if God Himself was exacting Heavenly Justice from the raddled old crook for all those years of unpunished kiddie-diddling, graft, and sundry petty crime. In fact, if you listen hard enough you might just hear Him laughing right along with the rest of His Chilluns.
9
- Entries
In the end (SWIDT) the joke’s on US.
It’s not funny, either.
Hmmm, flatulence? Are you sure $hit4Brains didn’t drop another load in the presence of England’s very own twice-divorced homewrecking whore, Camila Parker-Bowles?
Embrace the healing power of “shart.”
So…Camila has the quals to be our next Veep?
Reminds me of a great Far Side cartoon, of a complacent elephant at the dinner table, saying to the other indignant guests staring at him, “Well, where I come from, it’s customary after dinner to let fly with a good trumpeting!”
Get the senile old fart one of these
He’d clog it up within a day.