Of guns and biscuits

Well, here it is Monday, my 6th day of work.  I have tomorrow and Wednesday off, Wednesday since I requested it off - it's my birthday.  I've taken November 8th off ever since I stepped into retail eight years ago, not that I do anything special, I just want to treat it like the holiday it is.
Yesterday there was another tragic shooting - this one in Texas.  That's the 2nd mass killing in a southern, gun happy state in what?  Two months?  Once again the Idiot Jerk in the White House said that it was a "mental health issue."  Excuse me, but if it's a mental health issue, then you need to pass laws to keep the mentally ill from buying guns.  NRA lackeys don't like that, they always come back with "if you want a gun bad enough, you'll get a gun and laws aren't going to make any difference."  Dumb shits.  Will these shooting continue?  Of course they will.
And the Idiot Jerk in the White House read a prepared statement regarding the shooting.  That's right, a prepared statement.  I watched the video, volume turned down of course; he didn't look into the camera one, single time.  Nope.  He was focused on reading the words someone else had written down.  I commented about this on Facebook and some dolt actually replied that "all presidents use speechwriters."  Ponder that statement a few seconds.  Let it sink in.  Some moron opens fire in a church using an automatic weapon killing 26 people, including children, and the Idiot jerk depends upon a speechwriter to convey his 'heartfelt' grief.... and some other moron thinks that's standard operating procedure.  Talk about a mental health issue.  Can you even imagine George W. Bush standing atop the ruins of the World Trade Center reading a statement.  True, Obama did have a prepared statement after Sandy Hook, but it was over 4 minutes long and he cried through it.  The Idiot Jerk's comments were 22 seconds long, and he read them verbatim.
On a lighter note, I've decided to put Big Seig on a biscuit diet.  That doesn't mean he's going to be eating biscuits all the time... he wants to do that now.  They used to be a reward when he went potty outside, now, however, he thinks he deserves one every time he goes outside.  Not happening.

How can you say 'no' to this face?

The time has come to break his biscuit habit.