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a 23-year-old obtained multiple weapons of mass death, just as our founders intended, took those weapons to the Annunciation Catholic School in Minneapolis, Minnesota, just as our founders intended, opened fire on teachers and students, just as our founders intended, firing one hundred and sixteen rounds in a matter of seconds, just as our founders intended, killing two and wounding eighteen, just as our founders intended. she then killed herself, just as our founders intended.
or fuck’s sake, we couldn’t even get through the first week of the new school year without some sicko with a grudge, an AR-15, and a death wish ending the life of two children.
and — oh look! — all the worst fucking people in the world are now offering us their cheap thoughts and useless prayers.
his let’s-perpetuate-the-worship-of-guns shit isn’t helping.
Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey, could you please explain to Rep Ogles why thinking and praying is, in this instance, particularly galling?
“and don’t just say, this is about thoughts and prayers right now. these kids were literally praying. it was the first week of school. they were in a church.”
wrap your mind around that: these children were gunned down while they were praying in a church. so I’m asking: could the thoughts-and-prayers crowd at least have the decency to sit this one out?
apparently, the answer is no.
it seems that Karoline Leavitt isn’t just Donny Convict’s truth-averse press secretary. she’s also America’s self-appointed religious scold — and she’s hella incensed that anyone would dare criticize her god-given right to think and pray.
I saw the comments of Ms. Psaki and frankly I think they’re incredibly insensitive and disrespectful to the tens of millions of Americans of faith across this country who believe in the power of prayer, who believe that prayer works.”
look, Karoline, no one is saying that you’re not allowed to think and pray. do whatever you want. process grief in whichever way you need to. America remains, despite the best efforts of Preznit Cankles McFascist, a mostly-free country. for now.
what we’re asking is that you not turn ‘thoughts and prayers’ into some public performative ritual, where it’s used as a dodge to wallpaper over the fact that Republicans haven’t ever done one fucking thing to end all this slaughter.
we’ve been thinking and praying since Columbine, 26 years ago — and free clue: all those thoughts and prayers haven’t done shit.
“these are preventable. the first thing you should do, every school in the country should have a metal detector. you have to control the entry of kids and the perimeter around every school. the left’s rush to blame guns for every tragedy, it’s sad and pathetic.”
look, Sean Hannity’s job is to say the stupidest shit imaginable. we’ll give him that. but ranting about metal detectors just makes Hannity a special kind of stupid.
a metal dectector at the door of the church where these kids got shot would have done fuck-all, because the shooter was standing outside and firing through the windows.
but this is what passes for your average Republican’s solution to America’s kids-used-for-target-practice problem: let’s turn schools (and I guess now churches, too) into maximum-security prisons. let’s harden the fuck out of them.
let’s replace every door of every school with thick reinforced steel, and make sure they’re locked every minute of the day. let’s install metal detectors, and post armed guards every fifty feet. let’s arm teachers to the teeth.
except none of that hardening shit works when the shooter is standing outside with an AR-15, firing hundreds of rounds through the fucking windows. duh. so what’s your solution, Plankhead? board up all the windows? in a church?
the actual solution is staring us all in the face: it’s the guns. ban the fucking assault weapons.
no civilian needs a weapon of mass death.
and please, don’t even get me started on Bobby Brainworms. it’s too early in the morning for my head to be exploding.
this whale-head-chainsawing lunatic doesn’t even understand how germs work, but he’s going to square-peg-round-hole his own special solution to America’s gun problem: let’s ban ALL the drugs.
“we’re launching studies on the potential contribution of some of the SSRI drugs and some of the other psychiatric drugs that might be contributing to violence.”
this fucking guy. now he want to ban anti-depressants — because he has a hunch they lead to violence. oh joy, Mr. Make Polio Great Again has a hunch.
it’s really weird how anti-depressants are regularly prescribed in every country on the planet, but only in America does it result in a gun problem. what a crazy coincidence.
it cannot be understated how completely crazypants Bobby Brainworms is. I want to highlight a video shot by journalist Sandi Bachom, of an RFK Jr. anti-vaccine rally, back on January 23, 2022. it’s a huge fucktangle of holy shit.
in five years we’re going to see four hundred and fifteen thousand low-orbit satellites. Bill Gates has his 65,000 satellites alone. he’ll be able to look at every square inch of the planet 24 hours a day. they’re putting in 5G, to harvest our data and control our behavior. digital currency will allow them to punish us from a distance and cut off our food supply. the minute they hand you that vaccine, fast forward. every right that you have is transformed into a privilege contingent on your obedience to arbitrary government dictates.”
this is the insane freak currently dismantling our country’s ability to prevent the return of diseases that we eradicated decades ago. the one ranting and raving about Bill Gates and 5G chips.
and now he’s going to ban anti-depressants — because guns.
fuck every Republican — four of whom are medical doctors — who voted to confirm this hallucinating conspiracy loon.
shame on you all.
here’s a thing I wrote on March 30, 2023, the day after a school shooting in Nashville — but the date and the location don’t matter. the words below can be applied to any school shooting at any time and any place in America.
Republicans don’t give a fuck about children
Republicans were so busy protecting children from learning that Rosa Parks was black that they forgot to protect them from being murdered in their classrooms.
Republicans were so busy protecting children from eating a subsidized school lunch that they forgot to protect them from being murdered in their classrooms.
Republicans were so busy protecting children from discovering why Anne Frank had to hide that they forgot to protect them from being murdered in their classrooms.
Republicans were so busy protecting children from knowing how their own bodies work that they forgot to protect them from being murdered in their classrooms.
Republicans were so busy protecting children from having access to healthcare that they forgot to protect them from being murdered in their classrooms.
oopsies!
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
here’s a huge surprise: it turns out that Mad King Donny’s merry band of fascists are a bunch of incompetent fuckwits who can’t even do a police state right.
Donny is, of course, an impulsive imbecile who acts first and thinks never. his underlings have all been selected for loyalty over brains. so it’s only natural that a lot of fuckery they’ve been trying to perpetrate — the military occupations of cities, the mass arrests — has been badly planned and poorly executed. and now, much of it is starting to blow up in their big dumb faces.
let’s all point and laugh at a few of their recent fuckups.
topmost: it turns out that Assault With a Deadly Sandwich isn’t really a thing.
Sean Dunn is the dude who got into a shouting match with one of Donny’s uniformed goons in DC. the whole scene culminated with Dunn hurling a sandwich at the goon and running away. the very next day, he was all ‘how about I turn myself in,’ and America’s Tipsiest Fake TV Judge — who is now inexplicably the US Attorney for DC — was all ‘nah, how about we send dozens of storm troopers to your apartment and roughly drag you away in handcuffs, while TV cameras record it all.’
because, as always, it’s all about pageantry. it’s all about creating a show.
the next thing DC’s Tipsiest US Attorney did was to slap Dunn with a felony charge and vow to make him break rocks in Sing Sing for the next gazillionty or so years. and then, to cap it off, she tarted herself up in Holstein cow cosplay and tweeted out a self-congratulatory video — because what’s even the point of doing a fascism if you can’t crow about it on Elon’s Nazi Bar?
“Assault a law enforcement officer, and you’ll be prosecuted. This guy thought it was funny—well, he doesn’t think it’s funny today, because we charged him with a felony.”
Federal prosecutors on Tuesday were unable to persuade a grand jury to approve a felony indictment against a man who threw a sandwich at a federal agent on the streets of Washington this month, according to two people familiar with the matter.
too bad, so sad, Jeanine. enjoy some tiny violin.
et’s be real: throwing anything at a cop is literally asking to learn what being handcuffed feels like. but if what you hurled is soggy bread and cold cuts, it ain’t a felony — no matter how much Little Donny Fascistpants and Jeanine Boxwine want it to be.
here’s the thing, though: do you know how badly you have to screw up in order to have a grand jury be all ‘fuck off outta here, we ain’t indicting’?
the answer is very badly. a US attorney failing to secure an indictment is almost unheard of.
It is extremely unusual for prosecutors to come out of a grand jury without obtaining an indictment because they are in control of the information that grand jurors hear about a case and defendants are not allowed to have their lawyers in the room as evidence is presented.
US Attorney Boxwine did her whole dog-and-pony show in front of the grand jury, laid out all her evidence of how evil mastermind Sean Dunn crime-spreed his way through the streets of DC — and in the end, the grand jury was all ‘it was a fucking sandwich, Jeanine. get real.’
but that’s what happens when you hire henchmen based on how much they flatter you on Fox News. you end up with a dunk-tank clown who butt-dials classified war plans to a reporter. you end up with a reality show wash-out who can’t figure out why planes keep falling out of the sky. and you end up with a DC Attorney who literally can’t indict a ham sandwich.
the Dunn embarrassment wasn’t even the first time this week that DC’s Tipsiest US Attorney failed to secure an indictment.
On Monday, for instance, prosecutors refiled a felony assault charge as a misdemeanor in the case of a woman who was accused of injuring an F.B.I. agent during a protest last month against immigration officials at the local jail in Washington.
The charges were reduced against the woman, Sidney Lori Reid, after prosecutors failed not just once but three times to obtain an indictment in the case.
three times. three separate grand juries told Jeanine to take a hike — because it was a shitty case based on flimsy evidence. this is what happens when you order your to thugs arrest first and ask questions never.
speaking of arrest-happy thugs, it turns out a bunch of ICE goons in Los Angeles got caught lying about the protesters they rounded up, and those cases got laughed out of court, too.
The officers’ testimony was cited in at least five cases filed by the US Department of Justice amid the unrest. The justice department has charged at least 26 people with “assaulting” and “impeding” federal officers and other crimes during the protests over immigration raids. Prosecutors, however, have since been forced to dismiss at least eight of those felonies, many of them which relied on officers’ inaccurate reports, court records show.
this is what happens when you lie about an imaginary crime wave, and then make as many bogus arrests as you can in order to ‘prove’ your point.
this is what happens when your marching orders are to round up everyone.
Judges are also losing patience with Donny’s own fascist tendencies. tell me, is at a bad thing when a judge who you personally appointed shitcans your lawsuit and calls it a ‘constitutional free-for-all’?
A federal judge on Tuesday threw out an aggressive, unusual lawsuit the Trump administration brought earlier this year against all 15 federal judges in Maryland, rejecting a bid by the Justice Department to limit court power in fast-moving immigration cases.
The opinion on Tuesday framed the lawsuit as a major constitutional standoff, with Judge Thomas Cullen writing the Justice Department couldn’t pursue a “constitutional free-for-all.”
a farcical lawsuit in which 15 judges are sued at once is classic Donny. he treats America’s legal system the same way his dead pedo bestie used to treat the ‘spa girls’ at Motel-a-Lago — as a thing to be abused for his pleasure, and then discarded.
was the judge happy about having his time wasted? no sir, he was most certainly not.
“Although some tension between the coordinate branches of government is a hallmark of our constitutional system, this concerted effort by the Executive to smear and impugn individual judges who rule against it is both unprecedented and unfortunate,” he added.
this is polite judge-speak for what are you trying to pull, you fascist dildo?
and, lastly, here’s a huge ball of what in the actual fuck.
this is a photo of National Guard troops spreading mulch around the Tidal Basin in Washington DC.
and here’s a pic of Guard troops hauling trash in a DC park.
but wait a minute, I hear you asking. I thought there was supposed to be a massive crime wave in DC. why aren’t these troops, y’know, chasing down bad guys?
it turns out that when you send over two thousand troops to fight crime in a city where they’re no actual crime wave, you have to come up with something for them to do.
More than 2,200 troops, some from as far away as Mississippi and Louisiana, have been deployed in D.C. since Trump’s declaration of a “crime emergency” here. Ostensibly, they were mobilized to support federal law enforcement and local police, but in recent days those orders have expanded to encompass “beautification” tasks such as trash removal and groundskeeping around the National Mall and other federal property. Service members may work on removing graffiti, too.
what an excellent use of our military. what a cost-effective use of time and resources. it’s good to know that when the next hurricane devastates Louisiana, the residents there will be on their own — because the Guard troops who would normally be doing disaster relief work will be busy ‘beautifying’ the National Mall.
once again, this is what happens when you act first and think never.
it’s all so fucking stupid.
let’s not kid ourselves — Donny and his brigade of authoritarian fuckstains are indeed doing real harm to our nation, and to our democracy. but our one saving grace in all this might be the fact that they’re all incompetent imbeciles can’t who even do a simple fascism without fucking it up.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
We got pummeled. Forgot to lower the patio umbrella and it was destroyed. No other damage, but when the deluge after the dust storm was finished the back yard was a muddy pool of water several inches deep.
These type of storms were fairly common when I was a kid; not so much any more. And it’s rare they hit this late in the season.
“this is how wars ultimately get settled. if you go back to World War 2, if you go back to every major conflict in human history, they all end with some kind of negotiation.”
hang on, what kind of fever-swamp revisionist fairy-tale bullshit is this? Word War Two ended because of negotiation?
fact check: fuck all the way off.
oh, come on. this such a stupid and easily-batted-down lie. World War Two ended with the unconditional surrenders of Germany, Italy and Japan.
but oh no no no, insists Couchfuck. World War Two was negotiated.
that Harry S. Truman, he must have been one fuck of a negotiator, to get Hitler to agree to put a bullet in his own head — and wouldn’t you have loved to have sat in on the phone call where Truman bargained Mussolini down to being a urine-soaked corpse hung upside down in the street?
Benito, have I got a deal for you.
look, JD Vance is highly educated. he graduated from Yale with a law degree. he knows how World War Two ended — so why on earth would he spew such laughable twaddle? does he think we’re that stupid? spoiler alert: yes, JD Vance thinks we’re that stupid. he also knows that MAGA is that stupid, and will believe anything he tells them. fair point, JD. we’ll give you that one.
but mostly, JD Vance is performing for that Audience of One who’s in the White House, glued to the TV while jamming burger after burger into his gluttonous face.
Donny — a preening, broken-inside bottomless pit of need — is watching, so JD has to flatter the shit out of him. he can’t just simply mumble something semi-reasonable about how Dear Leader’s going to deal his way out of thiswar — he has to twist the bullshit dial all the way to 11, and pretend that all wars that have ever been fought have been ended via negotiation.
so, Donny’s going to negotiate an end to Russia’s war of aggression against Ukraine?
fat fucking chance.
I guarantee that when Donny imagines himself as The Great Negotiator, this is what he sees: Bruce Willis in The Fifth Element, entering with guns blazing and then asking ‘anyone else want to negotiate?’
yeah, no, Donny. we’ve seen you operate. we know who you really are, when it comes to negotiations.
the fact is that Donny is shit at negotiating. Donnie Dealmaker is a character he played on a game show. it’s complete farce.
in the 1980s, when Donny was looking for someone to ghostwrite The Art of the Deal, he asked journalist Tony Schwartz to do it. Schwartz absolutely did not fucking want any part of it.
He knew that if he took Trump’s money and adopted Trump’s voice, his journalism career would be badly damaged. His heroes were such literary nonfiction writers as Tom Wolfe, John McPhee, and David Halberstam. Being a ghostwriter was hackwork.
so here’s what Schwartz did: he asked for a ginormous amount of money, figuring no one would be fuckwit enough to agree to it, and that Donny would then go find someone else to ghostwrite the book. problem solved, right? wrong.
He told Trump that if he would give him half the advance and half the book’s royalties he’d take the job.
Such terms are unusually generous for a ghostwriter. Trump, despite having a reputation as a tough negotiator, agreed on the spot. “It was a huge windfall,” Schwartz recalls.
Donny got played — and it took all of ten seconds.
you know what percentage of royalties a ghostwriter usually receives? it’s zero. nothing. zip. nada. ghostwriters are generally paid a flat fee. but Tony Schwartz asked Donny for half — and The Great Dealmaker agreed to it, without even ten seconds of negotiating.
oh, and spoiler alert: ghostwriting The Art of the Deal turned out to be a nightmare.
But the discussion was soon hobbled by what Schwartz regards as one of Trump’s most essential characteristics: “He has no attention span.”
For the book, Trump needed to provide him with sustained, thoughtful recollections. He asked Trump to describe his childhood in detail. After sitting for only a few minutes in his suit and tie, Trump became impatient and irritable. He looked fidgety, Schwartz recalls, “like a kindergartner who can’t sit still in a classroom.” Even when Schwartz pressed him, Trump seemed to remember almost nothing of his youth, and made it clear that he was bored. Far more quickly than Schwartz had expected, Trump ended the meeting.
bored, irritable, with the attention span of a coked-up squirrel. all the shit that makes Donny impossible to deal with was already in place in the 1980s — and now you can throw advanced dementia into the mix.
this is the low-wattage stumblefuck who’s going to negotiate an end to the war in Ukraine? oh please. stop insulting our intelligence, JD.
“what I admire about the president is he’s not trying to focus on every nitpicky detail of how this thing started three and a half year ago, he’s trying to focus on the nitpicky details of now.”
sigh.
RUSSIA STARTED AN UNPROVOKED WAR — but sure, let’s not bicker and argue over who killed who. it’s all too nitpicky.
Margaret Brennan: “the president wants to buy a ten percent stake in Intel. that company says that now, basically, is going to have US taxpayers, as a shareholder, own ten percent. as a conservative, do you think the government should have ownership stakes in private companies?”
New York Rep Mike Lawler: “generally speaking, no … I think what the president is seemingly trying to do is get a return on these tens of billions of dollars that are being invested by US taxpayers into companies like Intel.”
seriously, Mike?
fact check: when the government owns the means of production, that’s literally a little thing we like to call State Socialism.
State socialism is a political and economic ideology within the socialist movement that advocates state ownership of the means of production.
“Zohran Mamdani’s push for government-owned grocery stores is straight out of the Marxist playbook, and history shows exactly how this experiment ends. New Yorkers deserve solutions, not socialist fantasies that have failed spectacularly every time they’ve been tried.”
so, socialism baaaaaaad, when Democrats suggest doing it, but goooood when Donny actually does it — and, when asked to square this doublethink, Lawler spews incomprehensible gibberish. basically, Dear Leader gets to do whatever he gets it in his deteriorating mind to do, because reasons.
this is our current nightmarish reality. America’s Mad King does something completely antithetical to decades of strict Republican dogma, and then we get to watch as an entire political party ties itself into knots trying to pretend that oh, absolutely, we’ve always been at war with Oceana.
if Donny farted out an executive order this very afternoon decreeing that everyone had to wear their underwear on their head, Republicans would be all over the Sunday shows with — you guessed it — underwear on their heads.
what a fucking time to be alive. lucky us.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
Found while scouring the WayBack Machine for the old VoenixRising…
From November 2007:
Anyone who knows me will tell you that left to my own devices I’m a popcorn fiend. Unfortunately, over the past few years I’ve discovered that there’s something in commercially available microwave popcorn that causes me to break out in small pimples that waste no time turning into really ugly, open sores that take weeks to heal. Once I made the connection, I went cold turkey, only indulging in the salty, buttery goodness when I went to the movies.
Well, a few weeks ago I stumbled upon a recipe for home made microwave popcorn. I’d often wondered why you couldn’t just throw a bunch of popping corn into a paper bag and nuke it for a few minutes. Turns out that the process is almost that simple, and infinitely healthier for you than buying that commercial crap.
And guess what…no more breaking out!
Today, you will learn that which the huge food companies don’t want you to know. You will learn how simple and cheap it is to make your own microwave popcorn. Lets get started.
First you will need the following ingredients:
1/4 cup of popping corn (generally $0.99 for a pound bag. This is enough to make at least 50 bags of microwave corn)
1 Teaspoon extra virgin olive oil
Popcorn salt to taste (it has finer granules than table salt with the same taste)
And the following tools:
A stapler
A teaspoon
A measuring cup
A brown paper bag, and—of course
A microwave
Step One:
Measure out the popcorn and dump it into the paper bag. Carefully add salt and any additional seasonings you might want. Shake gently. Now add the teaspoon of olive oil.
Step Two:
Close the bag, folding it over twice. Secure with one stable in the middle of the fold. (Contrary to popular belief, staples will not arc in the microwave.) Shake the bag to evenly distribute the corn/oil/salt mixture. Place the bag, side down, in your microwave and nuke it until you hear the popping occurring at roughly 3-5 second intervals. (My microwave has a “popcorn” setting on the control panel. I find that is about fifteen seconds too long.) You might want to put a folded paper towel under the bag to soak up the oil that will seep through the bag.
Step Three:
Open the bag with care because steam will escape and you can get scalded. Pour into a bowl, serve and enjoy the taste and the knowledge that this heaping bag of microwave popcorn cost less than ten cents and isn’t full of unnecessary added chemicals and preservatives!
it seems that America’s self-appointed bathroom panty inspector has grown tired of stalking Congress’ ladies rooms, waiting for women she deems insufficiently-feminine-looking to enter them, so she can point and scream and call attention to her own needy self.
Nancy Mace is looking for a new gig. she wants to pull that ‘show me your genitals’ shit in the bathrooms of South Carolina’s Executive Mansion — so she’s now running to be that state’s governor.
U.S. Rep. Nancy Mace (R-01) had advertised she would deliver a speech to more than 100 people in Myrtle Beach. Instead, eight people showed up. She canceled the speech and answered questions from reporters.
Mace was expected to deliver remarks focused on “protecting parental rights and advancing freedom in education” at the Moms for Liberty — Horry County Chapter meeting at Forward Church on Thursday, Aug. 21.
But when she walked into the room, and more chairs were empty than occupied. Plans seemingly changed.
holy shit, Nancy Mace — the Poster Girl for Transphobia — couldn’t get more than eight people to show up at a Moms for Liberty event?
you remember the Liberty Moms. they were hot shit a couple of years ago. these transphobic busybodies became the darlings of the right when they assigned themselves the job of policing America’s school libraries, making sure that little Sally and Jimmy didn’t get exposed to any subversive ideas — like, y’know, gay people should have basic human rights.
decent people everywhere rightfully shit a brick over that — but instead of going ‘yeah, that’s crazy. what where we thinking?’, the Moms were genuinely mystified about all the fuss. what, so now it’s wrong to quote Hitler?
A second video has been recovered by police showing Bridget Ziegler, a cofounder of the conservative Moms for Liberty, engaging in sexual relations with a woman, sources said. It is not known if the woman in the video is the same woman who has alleged she was sexually assaulted by Christian Ziegler. Neither Christian nor Bridget Ziegler have responded to requests for comment from the Trident.
Brig apparently has an active and varied sex life — and hey, more power to her for that. no one should be shamed for what they do behind closed doors.
but the utter hypocrisy is off the charts — because that’s the fucking point here.
this busybody has made it her life’s work to tell other people how to live — to police other people’s bedrooms, and to publicly shame anyone who doesn’t conform to her cramped, hateful worldview.
when it comes to publicly shaming anyone who doesn’t conform to a cramped, hateful worldview, you would think that the Moms for Liberty and Nancy Mace would be a perfect fit. one wants to police what’s going in your kid’s book-bag, and the other wants to police what’s going on in your kid’s underwear.
but Nancy Mace couldn’t get more than eight of these hatemongers to show up — which doesn’t bode well for Nance’s gubernatorial aspirations.
it’s a thing we see play out all the time: the hubris of a clown who gets reelected over and over in their heavily-gerrymandered district thinking that it translates to state-wide popularity.
here’s Nancy Mace’s district, SC-1.
it’s a piece of cake to get elected as a Republican when your district has been so carefully engineered to marginalize Democratic voters that it now looks like a month-old fetus.
it’s entirely another story to convince voters across an entire state to vote for you — especially when you’re a performative-nonsense ninny more interested in making headlines than good policy.
there are 32 bathrooms in that sucker — and all of them are going to go un-monitored if Nancy Mace can’t even get nine transphobic extremists to show up for a campaign event.
but don’t worry. Dean’s putting his almost-acting talent to good use. he’s the star of a new ICE training video — and it’s such a huge ball of holy shit that it has to be seen to be believed.
what the fuck did we just watch?
it’s basically an out-of-breath ball of pudge struggling to master a laughably-simple little obstacle course — and you’ve got to love the moment when Dean’s left leg gets stuck as he tries to vault that barrier.
let’s gif that shit and slow it way the fuck down.
your first thought has to be ‘is this a fucking joke?’ — did some out-of-shape goofball pretending to be Dean Cain make a parody video and put it online?
if that’s really the actual training that ICE is inflicting on all the psychos who are signing up because they’re so super fucking horny to tackle day laborers in a Home Depot parking lot, then I have the same question as this dude on Threads: how did these guys make it through the pipe?
did these two homeys join ICE because they were hoping someone would thow sandwiches at them?
but let’s talk about the production values of the Dean Cain training video — because there aren’t any. it looks like they spent about five dollars on it. what in the clownish name of Storm Trooper Jesus is this?
it’s great to know that if Dean Cain runs into any mannequins that have overstayed their visas, he’ll be prepared to fuck their shit seven ways from breakfast.
it’s all so pathetically amateurish.
I guess this is what happens when 99% of ICE’s budget goes to Kristi Noem’s hair, makeup and cosplay costuming.
the Dean Cain training film is barely one step up from those self-produced youtube videos where some Meal Team Six nitwit goes out in the middle of the woods — ostensibly to show off their marksmanship skills — and ends up hobbling around and screaming ‘I just fucking shot myself.’
have a great Sunday, everyone. no matter what you’re getting up to today, you’re probably having a better time than Nancy Mace and Dean Cain.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
