Speech? Or Did Somebody Fart?

I hear donnie gave a speech a couple days ago.

And he didn't fart much.

According to Karoline Leavitt.

But I've heard she wouldn't know a fart from a bumblebee.

And, anyway, the mikes were the new donnie fart-proof variety.

But the FUCKING MORON did speech it up sometime in the dark on the Fourth.

I missed it.

If I weren't trying to avoid donnieLand ridicule I would say I eschewed it.

But no; I avoided it, consciously didn't look for it, and felt, and feel now, the better for it.

It being that I didn't do it.

It being listening to the fart speech.

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I/We (that late-life amalgamated pronoun that so aptly describes what was once romantic blurriness of a cosmic dimension, but that has evolved lately into all of that, but with the addition of end of era metaphysics) were fortunate enough to be able to spend July Fourth with two people with whom we share the ability to laugh.

Laughter is better than farts, and our Salish Sea Fireworks are better than either, so we talked, we laughed, we ate some food, we drank a lot of wine, and we watched the Sea fire up.

As it always does.

This time of year.