Bada Bing Bada BOOM! Any time some tin horn raghead in some third world country can thumb his nose at the entire world, use weapons that we hung Nazis for using, and have two super powers going toe to toe over him it’s time to launch fifty-nine missiles and clear his sinuses out! The attack last night set the world order back in order. Putin has positioned himself on the world stage almost entirely by his actions in Syria. Shucks, even I cheered the Russians on when we got that picture of that pedophile dead in the back of a pickup wearing only a thong. You see, back then we didn’t have a president . . . we have one now.
For all the pomp and circumstance the Russians could not beat ISIS, or the rebels, but they did pretty good at looking the other way while Assad gassed children with chemicals that were SUPPOSED to be WAY on the other side of Obama’s red line. Those pictures hit the internet and within forty-eight hours, Bada Bing Bada BOOM! I think it’s highly symbolic that Trump is from New York.
Of course the Russians decried the move, saying it broke international law, but President Trump isn’t about to tarnish this beautiful action with useless legality. Isn’t it funny that the Russians always cite international law when they get pushed back? These are the same guys who invade countries just because.
The action was surgically executed. When you see the pictures flowing out of Syria, indeed, it’s hard to see where the bombs fell. The Russians got an eviction notice about an hour before the party commenced, and in a brilliant stroke they decided to step out for a vodka. Of course the democrats will chime in with their slant, but children getting gassed doesn’t move people who want an abortion clinic on every street. The fact remains, America turned on a dime last night, World War III did NOT erupt, and Assad might need to shop his resumé around. Now, what to do about that fat kid in North Korea? Bada Bing Bada BOOM!