Biden administration prints trillions of dollars out of thin air in 2020
https://youtu.be/3-dvi1f_2vA
If you've ever had a buddy who turns out to be a lifelong alcoholic addicted to painkillers and you snap one fine day in 2002 and kick his ass on a night out getting drunk, one time only, a one off deal, here's how it reminds me of Biden administration printing out trillions of dollars out of thin air in 2020:
In both cases, it appears it cannot be undone. Maybe Trump can somehow get reelected and burn three trillion dollars (completely remove from circulation) but I'm not sure. I'm not sure Trump or anyone can do anything for Murphy.
Either way, in the long run, Murphy is not much affected by either event. Definitely he would find a way to blame Biden-flation on me. And even if I never kicked his ass, he probably would disdain me the same.
Biden doesn't have to take responsibility for printing out trillions of dollars. Similarly it's like I don't have to take responsibility for bashing Murphy one time, just say sorry and then kind of not feel sorry. Biden is even worse, doesn't accept any responsibility than brags about lowering gas price. Doesn't understand printing three or four trillion dollars from thin air depreciates value of American currency.
Anyway moments later, I'm at Macquarie Centre shopping mall from northern Sydney. The family are ice skating, it being winter and all. I have some memories of this shopping mall from when I was 19 years old and working at the big Microsoft hq nearby back in 1995. I could drive over here on my hour long break. I also have memories of going to an ice hockey game with the aforementioned 'Murphy the drunk': USA vs Canada - like it's summer over there so why would they not play an exhibition game down under? That was a few years ago and in a different part of northern Sydney (Bella Vista (spanish for 'Pretty View' btw)). Bella is also my daughter's middle name.
Totally not going to bother ice skating today. Too much hassle and I'm already experiencing back pains. Swam 300 metres yesterday before work. Might sleep on my boat tomorrow night.
Noone said you can't skate on moon river in July bro, go ask Kate....
https://youtu.be/L_jgIezosVA
With that thought in mind I went out and did a few laps, holding hands with little Bella. My heart wasn't really in it much. Recently I had back pain so severe it was painful just rolling over in bed like a beached whale. I even took some Voltaren painkiller two or so times which was very effective. I just kept my left leg like a mainstay and did all my kicking with my right leg, that was pretty effective. On the ice.
Just crapping out on the disabled john. My favorite, too bad if you're the governor of Texas or something and crapping your pants, or that kid Julien from that blogspot a few days ago. I also got a discount at the ice rink swapping my kid's skates for skates for moi. Evil.
Murphy told me I was evil. I think he meant it too. In the end I felt like Putin, unable to de-Nazify him, so I just told him I'd catch him in a future lifetime when he's less drug affected. He's a bit bitter to be around, all drunk every day and super pro western Sydney or something.
Shopping malls are annoying. All the women in Australia are either super hot and vain wearing super tight ho clothes or else kind of fatties. Screw that. The Mrs is in the Spanish clothes shop, Zara.
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