We live in a country run by a Bad Guy, which has now turned the United States of America into one of the "Baddie Countries."
Which I think makes me a baddie myself.
As a Nouveau Baddie, I feel it's incumbent upon me to develop an Evil Maniacal Laugh. But how to acquire one?
C'mon, Perry. Think evil maniacal thoughts:
Like tying a damsel in distress to train tracks maybe?
Nah. I can barely tie my shoelaces.
Or shoving a woman in a wheelchair down a flight of stairs like Richard Widmark in "Kiss of Death."
OMG! I only hope she thought it a fun amusement ride. I want to hear her going "wheeeee!"
I've got it. I will destroy Superman!
Then again, after the movie last year, is there anything left of the Superman legend to destroy?*
Okay, maybe just listen to the Masters of the Evil Maniacal Laugh:
The Wicked Witch of the West and Her Brethren
And of course the Master Purveyor of the Art:
Okay, I'm ready for my Evil Maniacal Laugh closeup, Mr. DeMille:
Ahem ....
Ha ha ha...
Hee hee hee ...
Ha ha ha hee hee hee, I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me!
Who am I kidding? Evil Maniacal Laugh?
I can't even manage a devilish grin!
Well, I have three more years to work on it .
Or perhaps less if a few Republicans ever get the guts to help Democrats impeach Trump in the House and convict him in the Senate.
Then I could be a goodie again. I hope so.
That Evil Maniacal Laugh is a bitch!
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*Sorry, Krypto. You, I did like.
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