I was thinking I should change my social media profile pix, or avi, as the kids call them. I was further thinking it should betray a hint of wit. Maybe a crying eagle superimposed over a flag, I mused, and googled the very same.
Oh, you find so much:
I had to look up what happened June 28, 2012. Anyone? No Googling! OK, I’ll tell you: It was the day the SCOTUS decision affirming the constitutionality of the Affordable Care Act was handed down. And the Constitution burst into flames, the Statue of Liberty fell apart and everyone lost their grammar. “The day when” — yikes.
Better to go with a classic, maybe?
No flag, but simple, fierce, screaming — this may be my eagle. What could it be saying? Knowing eagles, it could be anything from get me a dead salmon to pick apart to another fucking eagle cam? I told you never again, Bob.
But I looked some more, and I think this is my eagle alter-ego. (Alter-eagle?)
That eagle’s going to a Ted Nugent concert, you just know it.
I haven’t changed my pic yet. But speaking of birds…
If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, it must be government waste. pic.twitter.com/JKgabZ47O5
— Rep. Mark Walker (@RepMarkWalker) May 15, 2017
This may or may not be Cooze’s congressman; if so, I wonder if his inbox has started to coruscate with the towering obscenity of Cooze’s scorn, but on the other hand, no, because the world has turned against this soulless skinflint, who begrudges something like $37 worth of parts and labor to make it easier for baby ducks — baby fucking ducks, people — to get into the Capitol’s reflecting pool. I encourage you to click and read the replies, because they are poetry:
@RepMarkWalker The world is awash in hills. You picked the stupidest one in existence to die on.
— Ian Fortey (@IanFortey) May 16, 2017
And many are better than that.
Ducklings. DUCKLINGS. Who in the world hates ducklings? I ask you.
Wednesday is behind us. Yee-haw.