Every year on August 5, the
Mars Curiosity rover celebrates
the anniversary of its arrival by
singing the Happy Birthday song.
To itself. All alone. On Mars. SourceSource 2
Happy Birthday to the Curiosity rover!
I had to post this in hopes that maybe it won’t be so lonely if we’re all thinking about… it.
Allow me to introduce you to a Mr. Mitt Romney. A haphazard skew of a man, whose political career, much like his wit, is an act of uncomfortable brevity. To his immediate right is a door-to-door salesman, of sorts, whose peddled wares are more than just stowed encyclopedias or finely crafted Tupperware. Mr. Romney is about to learn that legacies aren’t built with the brick and mortar of intentions, but of deeds. Dip your quill and get ready to sign. Your dotted line: The Twilight Zone.
He hasn’t even been inaugurated, yet, and he’s already causing a massive diplomatic shitstorm that threatens the security of not just America, but an entire region of the world. I honestly don’t know if it’s worse that he just doesn’t get it, or just doesn’t care. Either way, Trump is not qualified to be president.
