It is absolutely fuckin bonkers that Trump is so bad that a person can say they yearn for the good old days with Dubya without a hint of sarcasm

I, as a child, did a music class presentation on “my favourite song of the year” on this little ditty.

Whoops!

Edit: To clarify, then, much like now, I listened to the music and not the lyrics. I don’t know if that’s common at all, but the singing is basically another instrument to me, and I hardly ever pay attention to the actual words.

Argylle (2024)

It’s fatty jello that we electrified and tricked into believing in itself!