Man goes all in, savagely roasting AOC for her Trump impeachment nonsense:
“I see this patriot has her all ready to go. Impeach Trump? AOC really opened up Twitter, put her little Twitter fingers to work, and said Trump should be impeached for bombing Iran without authorization? What? Amazon Prime that shit and hit buy now, don’t nobody want that shit sitting in the cart. Breaking news, sweetheart: when Iran is out here cooking up uranium like it’s a meth lab in Breaking Bad, you don’t wait for a group project to come together. You press the big red button and you hit send. Then you go to bed like a boss. You want to impeach Trump for being a Commander in Chief with actual f*ckin balls? For defending American lives without groveling at the feet of a bureaucratic circle jerk? The only thing that should be impeached is your logic. Trump isn’t your boyfriend asking to borrow your Prius. He’s the Commander in f*cking Chief. When national security is on the line, he doesn’t need Congress’s permission, your permission, or Jesus in cargo shorts to nod in approval. No permission slips, just payloads. The War Powers Act says he can act in a national emergency. You know what’s an emergency? A country screaming ‘Death to America!’ while at the same damn time spinning uranium like it’s a f*cking fidget toy. Trump didn’t risk starting a war. He shut one down before it even started, after giving their ass time and opportunity to give up their shit, and they failed to do so and met with stonewalling. The word of the day, boys and girls, is prevention. That’s called being a grown-ass adult with a f*cking launch code. Obama lit up half the Middle East without asking for a f*cking hall pass. Biden launched into Syria with no oversight and then forgot he did it by dinner. I bet you weren’t screaming ‘impeach’ then, but now that Trump knocks out a nuke site, suddenly he’s a war criminal? Girl, sit down. You’re the same person who thinks banning plastic straws will stop hurricanes. Agatha Christie over here, y’all. You’re real forgetful. If we’re impeaching people for doing their jobs without asking you first, then let’s start with your stylist for dressing you like a Ross mannequin having a panic attack. And while we’re here, impeaches what exactly? His vibe? His patriotism? His accuracy? Because he sure as f*ck didn’t miss. In case you forgot, this is the United States of America. We don’t ask for the okay to defend ourselves. We slap the threat before it slaps us. That’s not illegal. That’s how you stay on top. We don’t need your permission. We just need coordinates. God bless America, and don’t forget to tip your B2 operator.”