Space Invaders. I rest my case. 2026 will be anything but happy. Ask the Venezuelans if you have any doubts. Or the poor Greenlanders. Or Mexico, or Colombia or… Andorra? Who can tell what’s on the mentally retarded mind of this ageing infant? The only bright spark I can think of in the midsts of this latest repulsive Grand Guignol is (and that’s only pure schadenfreude, which is not nice…) is the massive snub from said baby-psycho to that half-wit Nobel Peace Prize recipient who, obviously not content with this unrestricted public humiliation is now, in a prodigious display of masochistic cocksuckery, offering to share said chaffy piece of paper with him. Ah, well…
Keep biting, my friends, keep biting. Love and fangs.