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Thursday Madness – Sanctus Cacas!
if ever there were a holy shit moment, we got one last night, when the three judges on the U.S. Court of International Trade were all 'Taco Donny, put an end to this tariff bullshit right fucking now.'
I know, right? I'm shocked, too.
no, really — even Paul Krugman was all holy shit.
I googled it, Paul. in Latin, it's 'sanctus cacas.'
the court cockblocked Donny for a simple reason: presidents cannot levy taxes (which is what tariffs are, duh) — that's the job of Congress.
it's right there in that pesky little thing we call the Constitution.
Article I, Section 8 says that "The Congress shall have the power to lay and collect taxes …" Article I, Section 7 says that "All bills for raising [tax] revenue shall originate in the House of Representatives …"
Donny had been imposing his incoherent tariffs through a farcical misreading of a 1977 law that allows presidents to 'regulate commerce' during 'national emergencies.'
to be fair, 'the president is a fuckwit fueled by stupidity and spite' is in fact a genuine national emergency — but not the kind that would allow Donny to 'regulate commerce.'
so the Trade Court made the only logical move, which was to tell Dear Leader to piss straight up a rope.
of course, this whole episode should never have ended up in court. Congress could have ended all this trade war fuckery in a heartbeat — because Donny never had the authority to impose tariffs in the first place. Donny glommed that power illegally — and because no Republican wanted to stand up to Donny, and risk making the Boy King mad, they let him get away with it.
in fact, Congress has blocked every Democratic effort to restore sanity to American trade policy.
I have a question: how many Congressional Republicans made a fortune from trading off of Donny's tariff incoherence?
Congresswoman Sporkfoot, might you have any idea?
crickets. I thought so.
this is the exact same bullshit we went through with Donny's unconstitutional executive orders. EOs are not laws of the land — but they got treated as such, because Republicans just stood around with their hands in their pockets, and did fuck-all to stop it.
same deal with kidnapping migrants off the street and disappearing them into foreign slave-labor gulags, which Donny based off a farcical misreading of the Alien Enemies Act.
it took a court to put an end to Donny's unconstitutional EOs. it took a court to put an end to (some) unconstitutional kidnappings — and now it's a court that's blocked Donny's unconstitutional tariffs.
all because Congressional Republicans are fucking cowards who don't want to rock the boat.
the Trade Court has given Donny ten days to comply. there's no doubt that Donny will go blubbering all the way to the Supreme Court about it.
there's also no doubt there's a Category Five ketchupnado going on in the White House right now, but Nosferatu McGoebbels must have hidden Dear Leader's phone — because as I'm sitting here writing this at 8am on Thursday morning, there's nothing at all about tariffs on Donny's Truth Social feed.
sanctus cacas!
all around, it was not a good day for Taco Donny. he found out about his new nickname in the most clownfuckingly hilarious way possible: from a reporter.
reporter: "Wall Street analysts have coined a new term called the 'TACO trade.' they're saying Trump always chickens out on tariff threats, and that's why markets are higher this week. what's your response to that?"
Donny: "I kick out?"
reporter: "chicken out."
Donny then launches into a two-minute-long whiny tirade during which he brags about all of his imaginary accomplishments, insists that changing his mind every other day is actually a strength, and culminates in—
"but don't ever say what you said. that's a nasty question. to me, that's the nastiest question."
oh noes, Dear Leader heard a nasty question. the horror.
boo fucking hoo. dry your eyes and grow the fuck up.
that Donny had to hear about his new nickname from a reporter is indicative of the fact-free bubble Donny lives in. his handlers have to keep him in the dark about every fucking thing, because they know the thin-skinned bastard can't handle reality. that's why, when four soldiers were killed in a training mission in March, he was all huh, what when asked about it by reporters. same deal with Signalgate. when reporters asked him about that, he didn't even know what a group chat was.
don't nobody upset the Boy King.
so of course no one in the White House was going to tell Donny that Wall Street is mocking the shit out of him. no one wants a ketchup bottle whipped at their head.
and because the internet never disappoints, I give you —
a couple of days ago I joked that Donny thinks he's on a mission from God.
at least, I thought I was joking. it turns out I wasn't. here's a thing our batshit president actually posted yesterday on his crappy app.
sanctus cacas!
get a grip, you delusional asshole.
here are your heroes of the day: the good people of Seward, Nebraska.
at a town hall in Seward, Republican Rep Mike Flood was bullshitting his way through a justification of cutting social programs, when the crowd grew tired of being lied to and drowned him out with a chant of "tax the rich!"
sanctus cacas!
Mid Week Madness
the Oxford English Dictionary — the go-to for all things wordtastic — defines diplomacy as 'the profession, activity, or skill of managing international relations, typically by a country's representatives abroad.'
the key words in that definition are 'profession' and 'skill.'
sane countries chose their diplomats from a body of skilled professionals who have made it their life's work to know how to say exactly the right thing, in any situation — because it makes no sense for a country to have hothead fuckwits mucking about, barking out crazy shit and blundering into wars.
that's why it's always super fucking hilarious to watch Mad King Donny conduct high-level foreign policy by the seat of his pants while melting all the way down on his crappy app.
"What Vladimir Putin doesn't realize is that if it weren't for me, lots of really bad things would have already happened to Russia, and I mean REALLY BAD. He's playing with fire!"
is there any other country on the planet whose chief executive's social media is a 24/7 firehose of petty grievances?
spoiler alert: the answer is no, because it's just fucking insane.
I cannot stress this enough: Mad King Donny should not be conducting foreign policy via a series of colicky rage-posts. it accomplishes nothing, and it's just embarrassing. the world is laughing at us.
can someone please take away Dear Leader's phone?
but let's look at what Donny's saying: 'if it weren't for me, lots of really bad things would have already happened to Russia, and I mean REALLY BAD.'
excuse me, but what 'REALLY BAD things' has Donny personally kept from happening to Russia? who the fuck does Donny imagine he's working for? last time I looked, Donny's title was President of the United States, not Protectorate of Russia.
I'm so old, I remember when American presidents looked out for the interests of their own country — not those of our adversaries.
Donny's having the saddest of saddy-sad sads right now because — after twelve years spent sucking up to Putin in a pathetic effort to be his bestie —
it's finally dawning on this dilapidated old dotard that Vlad is never going to be his friend. Putin's been playing Donny like a fiddle since day one.
remember how Donny campaigned on the ludicrous boast that he would end Russia's war on Ukraine in one day? well, here we are, 128 days later — and guess what: Putin's war rages on, with no end in sight.
Putin's an expansionist. his goal is to rebuild the Tsarist Russian Empire of the 19th Century. it's a goal that includes annexing Ukraine.
but here comes Mad King Donny, the delusional dipshit who imagines he's The Greatest Deal Maker of All Time. he's gonna fix everything. he's gonna solve all this war shit by flattering Putin, and remind him what great pals they are — and maybe even throw in the promise of a golden tower in Moscow.
but none of that laughable bullshit's worked, so now Donny's gonna try threats — by telling Putin he's "playing with fire." oh joy, one nuclear power telling another that they're 'playing with fire.' what could go wrong?
tell me, Donny, does this look like a guy who gives one fuck about your threats?
Putin's laughing at Donny. all of Russia is laughing at Donny. for fuck's sake, even Russia's official state media is laughing at Donny. look what Russia Today posted to their not-twitter account.
President Trump warns Moscow, claiming Russia avoided 'REALLY BAD' consequences only thanks to him 'Putin doesn't realize… he's playing with fire!' — Trump's message leaves little room for misinterpretation. Until he posts the opposite tomorrow morning."
does Russia have Mad King Donny's number, or what? they know he's an erratic dope who can be depended on to contradict himself the very next day — and they're taunting him about it, right to his face.
hey, remember when Donny said this about Putin in 2016?
"I don't know anything about him other than he will respect me."
yeah, I don't think so.
Donny is all 'come on, Vlad, you owe me one' — and Russian state media is all 'die mad, you salty bitch.'
no one respects Donny.
"I told Canada, which very much wants to be part of our fabulous Golden Dome System, that it will cost $61 Billion Dollars if they remain a separate, but unequal, Nation, but will cost ZERO DOLLARS if they become our cherished 51st State. They are considering the offer!"
I have a question for President Dumb-Ass: is Canada in the room with us right now?
Golden Dome, to catch you up, is Donny's expensive, unworkable fantasy to protect America from the threat of missile attacks — but it's basically just a scam to shovel billions of dollars into the Space Nazi's pockets.
Golden Dome is based on Israel's Iron Dome defense system — but because Donny is a fucking child, everything always has to made of gold.
so here's Donny, claiming that he's been talking to 'Canada,' and that they're 'interested' in become our 51st state, so they can get in on some of that sweet golden domey goodness.
I guarantee that none of that is true. Donny didn't 'talk to Canada.' Canada isn't 'interested.' Donny's just making shit up.
once again, the president of the United States is typing fever-swamp hallucinations into his phone, and farting them out into the world. why? to accomplish what? does Donny imagine that Mark Carney is going see Donny's not-tweet, and go 'oh yeah, I guess we should become America's hat'?
Donny is living a dream world. Canada does not want to be our hat — and the promise of an expensive, unworkable, pie-in-the-literal-sky defense system that will never be built isn't going to change that.
it's bad enough for Canada that they find themselves living above a meth lab. they don't want to become part of that shit.
oh look, it's not just Russia who has no respect for Mad King Donny. Wall Street is mocking the shit out of Dear Leader, too.
that four letter code word is TACO. here's what it stands for:
Trump Always Chickens Out.
It refers to the president's tendency to announce massive tariffs, causing the markets to plunge, only to back off days later, causing them to rise again.
TACO is now an official investment strategy.
Ted Jenkin, president of Exit Stage Left Advisors, told the New York Post there's now a simple strategy on Wall Street based on those shifts.
"Once he delivers bad news, investors are buying those stocks when they are beaten down waiting for him to chicken out and watching those stocks rebound in value," he explained.
so now, even Wall Street is laughing at the Mad King — and enriching themselves at the same time.
heck of a job, Donny.
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Post Memorial Day Madness
yesterday morning, the president of the United States woke up, picked up his phone, and tapped out a Memorial Day message of peace and love — and that message was WAAAAAH MY DIAPER IS FULL WHY WON'T ANYONE CHANGE MEEEEEEEE?
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY TO ALL, INCLUDING THE SCUM THAT SPENT THE LAST FOUR YEARS TRYING TO DESTROY OUR COUNTRY THROUGH WARPED RADICAL LEFT MINDS, WHO ALLOWED 21,000,000 MILLION PEOPLE TO ILLEGALLY ENTER OUR COUNTRY, MANY OF THEM BEING CRIMINALS AND THE MENTALLY INSANE,THROUGH AN OPEN BORDER THAT ONLY AN INCOMPETENT PRESIDENT WOULD APPROVE, AND THROUGH JUDGES WHO ARE ON A MISSION TO KEEP MURDERERS, DRUG DEALERS, RAPISTS, GANG MEMBERS, AND RELEASED PRISONERS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD, IN OUR COUNTRY SO THEY CAN ROB, MURDER, AND RAPE AGAIN — ALL PROTECTED BY THESE USA HATING JUDGES WHO SUFFER FROM AN IDEOLOGY THAT IS SICK, AND VERY DANGEROUS FOR OUR COUNTRY. HOPEFULLY THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, AND OTHER GOOD AND COMPASSIONATE JUDGES THROUGHOUT THE LAND, WILL SAVE US FROM THE DECISIONS OF THE MONSTERS WHO WANT OUR COUNTRY TO GO TO HELL. BUT FEAR NOT, WE HAVE MADE GREAT PROGRESS OVER THE LAST 4 MONTHS, AND AMERICA WILL SOON BE SAFE AND GREAT AGAIN! AGAIN, HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY, AND GOD BLESS AMERICA!
Donny's such a funster, isn't he? stay classy, you deteriorating homunculus.
where do you even start with this toxic all-caps sump-pit of grievances? these daily assaults by a tinpot dictator wanna-be make it easy to forget that none of this is normal. normal people don't act like this. they don't wake up and immediately bark out a childish rehashing of every grudge. they don't lie awake a night, plotting revenge.
as always with the shit Donny pulls, it's just so fucking embarrassing. this is our president, and the rest of the world can only look on in horror.
with the Airing of Grievances out of the way, it was time to do some presidenting.
it being Memorial Day, Donny made an appearance at Arlington National Cemetery — and oh look! he brought his Emotional Support Flunkies along with him.
check out Couchfuck McGee and Piss-Drunk Pete Kegstand, doing Donny blue-suit-red-tie cosplay. together with Dear Leader, they were the Three Treasonous Stooges.
Donny laid a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier Who Went To Vietnam In Donny's Place After Donny Got A Quack Doctor To Gin Up A Bullshit Note About Imaginary Bone Spurs.
then it was time for speechifying. if you had Donny Makes A Solemn Occasion All About Himself on your Batshit Bingo card, congratulations, you win!
let's listen in as the dilapidated dotard with the attention span of a coked up squirrel pinballs from reading from prepared remarks to getting distracted by a big number to praising himself for his imaginary accomplishments to concocting a whole new theory of why the 2020 election was stolen.
"…immense and ultimate sacrifices they offer. only the faintest glimpse at the—infinite grace we—have received from all who laid down their lives for America over the last two hundred and fifty years, we're gonna have a big, big celebration, two hundred and fifty years. in some ways, I'm glad I missed the second term where it was, because—I wouldn't be your president—for that most important of all in addition we have the World Cup and we have—the Olympics. can you imagine? I missed that four years, and now, look what I have, I have everything. amazing the way things work out. God did that."
oh great, Lord Fuckwit thinks he's on a mission from God
what our demented president is telling us here is that God himself rigged the 2020 election so that Donny could preside over America's big birthday. delusions of grandeur don't get any more grandly delusional than that.
why do these megalomaniacal shitwits always imagine that their entire life is some divine journey cooked up by their sky-daddy?
does Donny really imagine that God was up there somewhere, watching that Arlington speech on some ethereal flatscreen turned to Fox News, a beer in one hand, punching his fist in the air with the other, and going 'fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about. hey Jesus, get in here and check out how a real president acts.'
how sad for Jesus, to have a parent brainwashed by Fox. we've all been there, bro.
do you think Donny runs this drek by anyone before he sends it dripping out of his rancid anus-mouth?
"hey Stephen Miller, listen to this. I'm going to tell everyone I was sent by God."
"oh that's great, sir. now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to lunch."
now let's all gaze in wonder as Mister All The Best Words invents a new one
"… as a linguist, translator, and cryptologogic …"
I love how Donny's left hand flails helplessly as a word he's never seen before appears on the teleprompter and he mangles the shit out of it. he has no fucking clue what he's looking at, and his hand gives it away. that's why you're supposed to read this stuff in advance, dumb-ass.
so, did The New York Times sanewash that shit? of fucking course they did.
if you were watching Donny's speech, you may have assumed you were witnessing a grandiose narcissist in the full bloom of cognitive decline rambling incoherently about a bunch of shit that never happened, but no — Donny was just praising some of his personal achievements.
thank God we have The New York Times to set us straight.
it's all part of His plan, right?
here's your hero of the day: 60 Minutes correspondent Scott Pelley.
this past weekend — while our dipshit president was blithering incoherently about yachts and trophy wives to West Point cadets — Pelley gave the commencement address at Wake Forest University. he ripped Donny-Convict-style fascism any number of new ones.
but in this moment — this moment, this morning — our sacred rule of law is under attack. journalism is under attack. universities are under attack. freedom of speech is under attack. and insidious fear is reaching through our schools, our businesses, our homes, and into our private thoughts. the fear to speak — in America."
"power can rewrite history with grotesque false narratives. they can make criminals heros, and heroes criminals. power can change the definition of the words we use to describe reality. diversity is now described as illegal. equity is to be shunned. inclusion is a dirty word. this is an old playbook, my friends. there's nothing new in this."
in a time when so many of our institutions are failing us and kowtowing to God-Emperor Donny, it's refreshing to hear a journalist finally speak truth to power, plain and simple. thank you, sir.
did MAGA lose their shit over Pelley having the temerity to call out Dear Leader? of fucking course they did.
boo fucking hoo, New York Post. put a binky in it.
Monday Madness
this is an updated version of my Memorial Day post from May 27, 2024.
today is Memorial Day. you're going to hear a lot of bloviating from the Usual Republican Suspects about how much they honor and respectour nation's fallen heroes.
they're going to be all over social media, tweeting out the same old boilerplate platitudes about duty and sacrifice.
it's all bullshit. the GOP fucking hates our troops.
as always, watch what they do, not what they say.
soldiers, sailors and marines are useful props whenever some asshole conservative needs to burnish their "patriot" cred, but when it comes time to actually support them — say, by helping them when they're in need — it's a completely different story.
here we have a bunch of Republican Senators fist-bumping. why? because they just blocked a bill that would have expanded healthcare coverage for military veterans exposed to toxic burn pits during their service.
who the fuck celebrates that?
awesome job, you evil soulless hypocrites — because nothing says "we support our heroes" so much as "just fucking die."
fast forward to this year. in April, the Space Nazi's merry band of pimply DOGE incels showed up at the Department of Veterans Affairs and said good news, everyone — you're all fired. they then took a wrecking ball to the place.
right now, the VA is so understaffed that veterans calling in with need for assistance can't get anyone to answer the phone. that's "just fucking die" on steroids.
listen up, shitheads: you send a person into a war zone and tell them to fight for their country, and when they come back injured and permanently disabled, you fucking well take care of them — forever.
it's basic human decency.
head-trauma poster boy Tommy Tuberville is a complete bag of shit in every way. he's posted an eight minute video about how super fucking grateful he is for our troops. don't bother watching it, you'll just get stupider.
"It's Memorial Day weekend. Memorial Day is about more than just grilling out by the lake. It's a time to reflect and be grateful for the tremendous sacrifices that have been made for our freedom."
ugh.
let's not forget that Mr. Should Have Worn A Helmet When He Played Football single-handedly blocked all military promotions for the better part of a year. why would T-Tubes do this? because he had worked himself up into a big hissy over a Pentagon policy that paid the travel expenses of raped soldiers in need of abortions. how dare they.
Terminally-Concussed Tommy so screwed with U.S. military readiness that a top Marine general ended up hospitalized from a cardiac event caused by the stress of having to do two jobs at once.
but sure, Tommy — please tell us once more about how you're "grateful for the tremendous sacrifices that have been made for our freedom." no, wait — don't bother.
just fuck all the way off.
here's something that white supremacy's middle manager, Steve Scalise, tweeted out on Veterans Day 2023:
"America is the greatest nation in the history of the world because of the bravery and sacrifices of our veterans. Join me in thanking and honoring all those who answered the call to serve our country and defend our freedoms—because without them we'd have neither. #VeteransDay"
Steve, with all due respect, you too can go fuck yourself.
let's have a look at your stellar record:
you voted against the VA Employee Fairness Act, the Veteran Service Recognition Act, the PACT Act (twice), the Equal Access to Contraception for Veterans Act, and the Ensuring Veterans Smooth Transition Act.
for a guy who claims to honor those who made sacrifices, you have an odd way of showing it.
last Veterans Day, Handy Oakley took a minute off from playing lap hockey to post this drivel:
"Without our Veterans the American Dream would not be possible. To anyone who has ever worn the uniform, thank you!"
sit down and shut the fuck up, you vapid bobblehead.
let's see how you show your appreciation: in your first term in Congress, you made 15 anti-veteran votes. in 2023, you voted to cut funding for the 49,000 veterans in your district by supporting a bill that would gut their health care.
and don't even get me started on this diaperload.
Cadet Bone Spurs has spent his entire life finding ways to insult and dishonor our troops. Biden-Harris HQ assembled this greatest hits video:
here's what this dipshit posted this morning on his own crappy app:
right back atcha, draft dodger.
let's not forget that in November 2018, as world leaders gathered at a cemetery in France to honor the memory of US soldiers killed while fighting in World War One, Donny blew the whole thing off — because it was drizzling lightly and he didn't want that weird tangle of piss-colored bullshit on top of his head to get wet. instead, he spent the day rage-tweeting from his hotel room. good times, bro, good times.
let's not forget this disgraceful episode:
on October 4, 2017, four US soldiers involved in special operations in Niger were ambushed and killed.
how did Commander-in-Chief Dickface von Fuckstain react? he told the families of the slain soldiers that "they knew what they signed up for" and then engaged in a petty twitter spat with a grieving widow.
then he went on TV to praise himself and brag about how he handled the situation better than Obama would have. he also disavowed any responsibility for the soldiers' mission.
let's also not forget that in conversations with his chief of staff John Kelly, Donny referred to prisoners of war as "suckers" because "there is nothing in it for them." he also called soldiers killed in action "losers."
then there was the time that the US Navy had to hide an entire fucking warship, the USS John S. McCain, because they knew that Trump would throw a shit-fit if he saw it.
what kind of overgrown diaper-baby gets mad at a fucking boat?
let's not ever forget that incident in 2024 when Donny barged his way into Arlington National Cemetery to do a disgraceful thumb's-up campaign photo-op while trampling over the graves of fallen heroes — and grinning like an asshole the whole time.
when an Arlington staffer — a US Army sergeant — tried to stop this abomination from taking place, Donny's thugs roughly shoved her out of the way, because fuck you, that's why.
while campaigning last year, he mocked Nikki Haley because her husband, an active-duty soldier, is deployed overseas.
"Where's her husband? Oh, he's away. … What happened to her husband? Where is he? He's gone," Trump said at his rally in Conway, his first visit to the state this year.
Michael Haley is deployed in Africa with the South Carolina Army National Guard in support of the United States Africa Command, his second active-duty deployment overseas.
hey, remember that Pentagon policy that got Terminally-Concussed Tommy Tuberville so upset — the one that paid the travel expenses of raped soldiers in need of abortions? Tommy should be happy now, because Donny shitcanned it four days after taking the oath of office.
now I want to repost something I wrote on September 24, 2023 — because of all the shitty episodes regarding Little Donny Fuckface's callous treatment of our troops, this one just might be the rock-bottom worst:
meanwhile, another heartwarming story came to light this week, about Donald Trump's deep and enduring love and devotion for our nation's wounded combat troops.
At his welcome ceremony at Joint Base Myer–Henderson Hall, across the Potomac River from the capital, Milley gained an early, and disturbing, insight into Trump's attitude toward soldiers. Milley had chosen a severely wounded Army captain, Luis Avila, to sing "God Bless America." Avila, who had completed five combat tours, had lost a leg in an IED attack in Afghanistan and had suffered two heart attacks, two strokes, and brain damage as a result of his injuries. To Milley, and to four-star generals across the Army, Avila and his wife, Claudia, represented the heroism, sacrifice, and dignity of wounded soldiers.
It had rained that day, and the ground was soft; at one point Avila's wheelchair threatened to topple over. Milley's wife, Hollyanne, ran to help Avila, as did Vice President Mike Pence. After Avila's performance, Trump walked over to congratulate him, but then said to Milley, within earshot of several witnesses, "Why do you bring people like that here? No one wants to see that, the wounded."Never let Avila appear in public again, Trump told Milley. (Recently, Milley invited Avila to sing at his retirement ceremony.)
what a cold-hearted dick.
"why do you bring people like that here? no one wants to see that, the wounded."
imagine you're a severely wounded soldier. after five combat tours, sacrificing yourself for your country — you find yourself in a military hospital, minus one leg, your life permanently altered. you live though months of hell — bedridden, undergoing multiple operations and grueling physical therapy — and when finally you're discharged, you're confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life.
and what does the President of the United States — your Commander in Chief — say about you?
"no one wants to see that, the wounded."
fuck you, Donald Trump. you piece of shit.
let's look at how a real patriot honors our troops.
one year ago, President Joe Biden gave the commencement address to West Point's graduating class. afterwards, he spent over an hour saluting and shaking the hands of each one of the 1,036 graduates. he didn't ask what was in it for them. he didn't call them suckers and losers. no one had to hide any warships.
at this year's West Point commencement ceremony, after rambling incoherently about trophy wives to mystified cadets, Donny Convict teetered off stage and hurried the fuck out of there. the MAGA-cap-wearing shithead didn't shake a single hand.
he then spent the rest of the day cheating at golf at his New Jersey ex-wife cemetery.
Donny, Tuberville, Scalise, Handy Oakley, the whole worthless lot of them — the next time any of these grandstanding hypocrites starts going on and on about how much they love the shit out of our troops, remember: watch what they do, not what they say.
I've Been Busy
Gotta do what I've gotta do to remain sane in this felon-induced dystopian hellscape that seems to grow worse—and frankly, more absurd—with each passing day. This isn't just a glitch in the matrix any longer; it's fully metastasized into a never-ending series of cascading failures.
Ben and I were talking about this today and we both came to the unpleasant realization that even if the Orange Russian Daughterfucker were to drop dead tomorrow, the damage that's he and his minions have done in the last five months will take years—if not decades—to repair, and in all likelihood we'll both be dead long before the fabric of our democracy is fully repaired.
So I retreat into blogging, YouTube stereo equipment repair videos, and of course my MiniDisc obsession. Ben immerses himself in Tik-Tok, Ru Paul's Drag Race, and YouTube cooking videos—just to get some respite from the fact that orange anus-for-a-mouth is living rent free in our—and the rest of the world's—heads 24/7.
Every morning my first thoughts upon waking is, "We're still here. At least he didn't start World War III overnight. Is he dead yet? If not, what did he do to further destroy the country since last night?"
So you'll forgive me if I get a little obsessed with my weird, obsolete little hobby. It brings me joy, and there's precious little of that in the world these days.
Saturday Madness
as another stupid week comes to a close here in America, let's look back at the dumbest fucking shit that happened.
monday: what exactly are we grasping at here
guys, Tennessee Rep. Tim Burchett has a message just for you.
Fox News fuckface: "Jesse Watters says men should not drink out of straws in public — or at all."
Rep. Tim Burchett: "I don't drink out of a straw, brother. that's what the women in my house do."
honchos, take it from Tim: don't be a girlywuss. don't daintily purse your lips around some little tube — because that's what the ladies do. everyone knows that real men consume liquids with gusto. toss your head back and fucking guzzle that shit, bro.
seriously, Timmy? is this you?
Tim, is this Jesse Watters?
look, can we finally close the book on this time-wasting toxic male bullshit? so-called 'real men' don't worry about straws. we have more pressing issues on our hands — like, how does The Simpsons get so much shit right?
tuesday: mmm, conspiracies
no, seriously — why has The Simpsons predicted practically everything, from Super Bowl victories to Donny Convict's presidency?
Pizzagate Princess/QAnon Queen Liz Crokin knows the answer: it's a deep state plot.
"what the Deep State does, is that they will— they, the Deep State, the members of the cabal, whatever we want to call them, because they're satanists — this isn't what I believe, this is what they believe — they believe in truth in plain sight. they believe that they have to announce their plans before they commit them. and, even if it's just through TV shows, or their art, or music, they believe that's what they have to do. so if you look at a show like the Simpsons, people are like 'oh my gosh, how did The Simpsons predict so much stuff,' it's like no, actually that's part of their predictive programming. they are announcing their plans in advance."
Homer? do you have anything you want to say, now that the whistle has been blown on your Deep State fuckery?
busted!
wednesday: mmm, stupidity
now, let's listen to the sound of the wind as it whistles through Maria Baritromo's empty head
"should we really have wind and solar subsidies in this bill? what if it's not windy? what if it's not sunny?"
folks, let's review: what does the stupid do?
you really have to admire MAGA's commitment to ignorance. just because Dear Leader doesn't understand how batteries work, the entire wingnut outrage-industrial complex has to go on live TV and beclown themselves by. parroting the stupidest shit imaginable.
how is it not a cult?
all of us should have seen this coming a mile away. you know all those bros who ponied up anywhere from hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars in order to get to hang with Dear Leader at his Big Crypto Corruption Dinner?
they got played. they were promised they would get to hobnob with The Great Dealmaker himself — and they came home with bupkis. none of that shit happened.
here's how Donny 'thanked' them for their six- to seven-figure 'investment' into his fake money. look at this plateful of what in the actual fuck. this is the meal the crypto bros got served at Donny's Virginia golf motel.
"It was the worst food I've ever had at a Trump golf course," Nicholas Pinto, a business influencer who poured around $300,000 into Trump's coin, told Wired of the entree, a surf-and-turf dish that included halibut and filet mignon. Speaking to Fortune, he criticized the latter as a "Walmart steak." Pictures of the plates suggested that the dinner was barely up to airline standards.
so sorry to hear that you didn't enjoy your three-hundred-thousand dollar meatwad, bro. maybe write Dear Leader a strongly-worded letter.
here are two dudes who liked the food, but were totally bummed out when Dear Leader showed up, mumbled a few words into a microphone, and then got the fuck out of there.
NEW: Two attendees of Trump's crypto VIP reception and dinner last night shared that while the food was good, they were disappointed by the lack of meaningful interaction with the president. They had hoped for more access and perhaps even a Q&A session for the top wallet holders, but instead, the speech was essentially a reiteration of the U.S.'s goal to become the global leader in crypto. "He just gave a few remarks and left," one said.
so, Donny flimflammed a bunch of crypto assholes out of millions of dollars and gave them nothing in return. that might actually be a public service. I'm conflicted.
get ready, everyone. Marjorie Three Toes Greene is about to do something stupid.
Marge has gotten herself all worked up into a big hissy — because she was all I'm really awesome, and a computer was all actually, you fucking suck.
on Friday, Congresswoman Sporkfoot took to not-twitter to brag for the umpteenth time about how she was Christianing the shit out of being a Christian.
"I'm a Christian, an imperfect sinner saved by grace and faith in Jesus. I'm a nationalist, a proud American, who loves my country and wants to make our home nation is the best place for all American citizens and future generations to come. I'm a mother, thankful for the blessings and responsibility God gave me with my children."
yeah, we get it, dimwit. you're amazing.
in case you've quit Elon's Nazi bar (and good for you if you have!), let's catch you up. not-twitter has its own AI now, because of course it does. every fucking thing has its own AI now. and some smart-ass asked not-twitter's AI, Grok, to comment on Sporky's post.
"Critics, including religious leaders, argue her actions contradict Christian values of love and unity, citing her defense of January 6 and divisive rhetoric."
because there's nothing halfwits like doing better than beefing with inanimate objects, Sporky fired back.
"the judgement seat belongs to GOD, not you a non-human AI platform. Grok is left leaning and continues to spread fake news and propaganda."
Marge, Grok can't hear you. it's not real. it's a bunch of silicon chips.
I have a confession to make. it was us — the Jews. we reprogrammed Grok to call Marge a heretic. we did it with our space lasers, when no one was looking.
stop fucking with us, Marge, and we'll stop fucking with you.
If You're Feeling Overwhelmed, This Might Help
From Jocelyn Sze at Huffpost:
I'm A Psychologist Who Specializes In Narcissists. Here's What We Need To Do To Stop Trump.
The Trump administration is planning a June 14 military parade to celebrate the 250th anniversary of the U.S. Army — and the president's 79th birthday. When your sense of self-exaltation requires tanks, flyovers and up to $45 million for a birthday party, we're no longer in the realm of cake and candles — we're squarely in Criterion 1 of narcissistic personality disorder: "a grandiose sense of self-importance."
To be clear, I can't diagnose the president or any public figure without personal examination. But research shows that those in positions of power, especially in politics, are more likely to exhibit traits of grandiose narcissism. When narcissistic control seeps into leadership, it distorts truth, erodes trust and destabilizes institutions. The more we understand these dynamics, the better we can protect both the public and the health of our democracy.
As a clinical psychologist who works with trauma and narcissistic abuse, I see echoes of this dynamic every day in my therapy office. The same patterns that destabilize families destabilize democracies: along with the magnetic vision of the grandiose narcissist come denial, attack, reversal of blame and emotional chaos.
I think of one of my patients when she discovered her brother was terrorizing their elderly mother with violent threats and financial abuse. When she named the harm, he flipped the script — denying everything and accusing her of being unstable, all while fiercely protecting his "golden boy" image. Under family pressure to stay quiet, she spiraled into rumination. But armed with awareness and support, she stood firm. Like a broken record, she calmly named the harm until her boundary held. It came at a cost, but her brother was eventually removed from their mother's home.
This same pattern shows up, magnified, on the political stage. Narcissistic control in government thrives on flipping the script and silencing watchdogs.
Authoritarian leaders, like narcissistic family members, rely on well-worn tactics to manufacture a psychological state of volatile uncertainty — where outcomes aren't just unknown, but constantly shifting and unpredictable. This overwhelms the brain's ability to anticipate and prepare, keeping people mentally off-balance and easier to control. The good news: Awareness works like a vaccine, gradually building psychological immunity against further harm.
For another patient, "moving the goalposts" was the favored tactic of her ex-boyfriend to generate such volatility. He would make a demand (under the guise of "improving her") and then change the expectation once it was met. In government, this looks like constantly reversing policies or public positions so that citizens, the media and allies remain unmoored.
"The White House has no idea what it's doing on tariffs and keeps flip-flopping… Why even do an exemption if you're going to reverse it soon?" Rep. Ted Lieu (D-Calif.) posted on X on April 13, referring to more than 50 flip-flops on tariff policies since Trump's inauguration.
Many dismiss these reversals as mere incompetence or poor strategy — and it's true that narcissism is associated with more impulsive, error-prone decision-making. But anyone familiar with narcissistic abuse understands the deeper maneuver: Whether consciously or not, narcissists hold power by keeping others in a state of psychological whiplash. And it works.
At its core, emotional control is the narcissist's primary goal: to protect a fragile sense of self-importance and entitlement by maintaining the grand illusion that supports it — without empathy for others. While it's important to note that narcissistic pathology by no means equates to abuse, there are more aggressive versions that use confusion, despair and emotional bonds like loyalty to control how others think and feel, secure a constant flow of admiration or reactivity, shield themselves from shame and keep others attached — even against their best interests.
Of the dizzying array of tactics, perhaps the most effective is crisis manufacturing. The constant emergencies aren't flukes — they're by design. They keep everyone in survival mode, distracting from deeper issues and ensuring the narcissist stays at the center of attention and control. For my patients who have survived narcissistic abuse, it might be an explosive tantrum, a threat to seek full custody or a frantic late-night call about a (fabricated) mugging. On the national stage, it takes the form of rhetorical escalations, legal threats or emergency declarations designed to dominate the news cycle and overwhelm opposition.
The nervous system can only take so much. Fight (rage), flight (escape planning), freeze (paralysis), fawn (capitulation) and flop (hopelessness) are natural survival responses — but they also keep us stuck. Healing — in therapy and in democracy — begins by recognizing when we're trapped in these states and learning how to return to grounded, organized action.
In my work, I help people identify and unwind these patterns. They begin to understand they're not just anxious or distracted for no reason — they're reacting to prolonged psychological coercion. The same is true for societies under narcissistic leadership. This isn't just politics. It's millions of nervous systems in fight-or-flight mode.
One of my patients responds to her mother's barrage of abusive texts — a stream of accusations, victim posturing, theatrical crises and financial demands — by reaching for her flashcards. Each card is labeled with a tactic she's learned to spot: Deny, Attack, Play the Victim, Perform the Hero, Create Crisis. Instead of being wrung out like a towel — her body drained of clarity by her mother's volatility — she names each tactic as it arises. Naming gives her distance. It helps her stay calm, grounded and in control of her response. The unpredictable becomes predictable. That's what psychological immunity looks like in real life.
I've watched many patients wrestle their way out of the fog of narcissistic control. It doesn't happen all at once. It begins with grieving what cannot be changed and focusing, with fierce clarity, on what remains within reach. It means reclaiming attention, setting boundaries and refusing to give your power to someone who thrives on your reactivity.
I'm also watching how this dynamic plays out in institutions. When law firms, universities or political bodies bend to powerful figures instead of upholding shared values, it mirrors what happens in abusive households: Everyone walks on eggshells. In such environments, self-protection becomes the priority, and choices are made not from alignment with values but from fear.
But recovery begins when people stop playing along or exhausting energy in cycles of infighting. Instead of spending precious bandwidth on disbelief or outrage, the goal is to name the tactic, call out the harm, cultivate trusted support and let go of what is beyond your control. Persistent engagement in shock, bargaining or rumination often reflects the mind's attempt to delay the grief associated with profound loss — private and emotional for my patients, social and institutional for our country.
When Dorothy pulled back the curtain and revealed the Wizard as an insecure man with a microphone and a smoke machine, she shattered the illusion that had kept an entire city captive. In therapy, that moment of recognition is just as powerful. Once someone sees the manipulation for what it is, the spell begins to break.
From a trauma psychologist's perspective, what can a nation do once the curtain is pulled back?
First: Stop enabling. Reactive efforts to clean up the damage often backfire, shielding narcissists from accountability and allowing them to retain influence. On a political level, this means pausing to strategize before rushing in to fix the narcissist's mess. Strategic restraint — like that practiced by House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries, who has been criticized for not "swinging at every pitch" — is not weakness. It's discipline.
One technique I teach is called "gray rocking": refusing to feed the narcissist's need for drama, attention or emotional reactivity. Gray rocking means becoming sturdy and repetitive — not reactive or maximalist — a boring target for someone addicted to power. Reacting with hyperbole or hysteria only emboldens narcissists. Deny them the fuel they seek. This is hard work. But it's how an abuser loses power.
Then: Set boundaries. In therapy, that might mean saying no repeatedly, like a broken record, and building the support system to stay safe. On a national scale, it means working together to reestablish constitutional guardrails such as due process, checks and balances, and freedom of speech. By using loopholes — like invoking 18th century wartime laws — to expand his power, Trump has exposed the weak spots in American democracy. As our founding documents remind us: "A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free People." The Constitution is not just a legal structure — it's psychological scaffolding against narcissistic control.
Build resilience. Narcissistic abuse isn't just dangerous and dysregulating — it feeds on the very distress and isolation it creates to sustain itself. To interrupt the cycle, we need practices that restore regulation and reinforce community power. Collective care and self-care are not luxuries — they are revolutionary acts in times of oppression. Rest is not retreat; it's how we recover the clarity and cohesion needed to mobilize and rebuild. Join hands. There is strength in numbers and safety in solidarity.
And above all, keep faith in the long game. While narcissistic dynamics rely on urgency and alarm, deep change comes from staying calm, clear and connected. In defending against narcissistic control, the answer is never to mimic harmful tactics — it is to recognize them, grieve their damage, stop enabling them and break out of reactivity. Boundaries, civic mobilization and long-haul strategy are how we begin to heal the democratic spirit. In both therapy and democracy, healing begins the moment we stop reacting and start remembering who we are.
Dr. Jocelyn Sze is a clinical psychologist who specializes in evidence-based treatment of PTSD and anxiety. She is an assistant clinical professor at University of California, Berkeley. She serves on the board of Bay Area Trauma Recovery Clinical Services, a nonprofit advancing trauma-focused training, research, and treatment, as well as the McCune Foundation, which supports grassroots organizations that empower and mobilize historically excluded populations. The expressed views are solely those of the author and do not represent those of her affiliations.
I Pity Whoever Has To Clean Ketchup From The White House Walls
Vomiting It All Up, Midweek Edition
And I'm Sure I'm Not The Only One…
Right?!
Shoutout…
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Vomiting It All Up, Monday Edition
Monday Madness
From Jeff Tiedrich:
'off with Bruce Springsteen's head!' cries Mad King Donny
it's day two of this nonsense as President Rage-Baby will not stop whining
it's 12:45am on a Sunday night. Mad King Donny is pacing the halls of the White House. what remains of his decaying mind is too obsessed to sleep.
"HOW MUCH DID KAMALA HARRIS PAY BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN FOR HIS POOR PERFORMANCE DURING HER CAMPAIGN FOR PRESIDENT? WHY DID HE ACCEPT THAT MONEY IF HE IS SUCH A FAN OF HERS? ISN'T THAT A MAJOR AND ILLEGAL CAMPAIGN CONTRIBUTION? WHAT ABOUT BEYONCÉ? …AND HOW MUCH WENT TO OPRAH, AND BONO??? I am going to call for a major investigation into this matter. Candidates aren't allowed to pay for ENDORSEMENTS, which is what Kamala did, under the guise of paying for entertainment. In addition, this was a very expensive and desperate effort to artificially build up her sparse crowds. IT'S NOT LEGAL! For these unpatriotic "entertainers," this was just a CORRUPT & UNLAWFUL way to capitalize on a broken system. Thank you for your attention to this matter!!!"
oh great. United States President Grievance J. Fuckbrain is up in the middle of the night, making wild accusations and calling for investigations.
for the record, there is no evidence whatsoever that the Harris campaign paid for endorsements from Springsteen, Beyoncé, Oprah or Bono. it's just one of those things that Donny knows is true,because the barking noises in Donny's head tell him it's true.
so unfair! there can only be one reason why major stars flocked to Kamala's side, while Donny had to make do with washed-up never-weres like No Longer A Kid Rock: it's because crimey crimes were being crimed!
and so it's off with all their fucking heads.
because nothing says efficiency in government so much as getting Pam Bondi and Krazee Eyes Kash and the entire Department of What Used To Be Justice involved in a pointless series of witch hunts, all to soothe the bruised ego of an unquenchable rageaholic.
hey, maybe Donny can get Comer Fudd and that other jackass — the shouty half-dressed degenerate wrestling coach — to hold some congressional hearings. yeah, that'll be a good use of everybody's time.
government of the grievance-babies, by the grievance-babies, and for the grievance-babies. what could go wrong?
by the way, here's the reason Donny was losing his shit in the middle of the night: Bruce Springsteen will not stop calling him a tyrant.
The Boss reinforced his remarks about President Donald Trump at the E Street Band's May 17 show at the Co-op Live in Manchester, England − a line of criticism that previously prompted Trump to call Springsteen a "dried out prune."
"My home America, the America I've written about that has been a beacon of hope and liberty for 250 years, is currently in the hands of a corrupt, incompetent and treasonous administration," said Springsteen to cheers as he took the stage, echoing what he said at the tour's opening show on May 14 at the same venue.
delicious.
do bear in mind: every accusation to ooze out of Donny's rancid anus-mouth is actually a confession — so Donny screaming about crimey crimes being crimed is all the proof you need that his own campaign was paying Kid Rock to make all those discordant bleats that were somehow supposed to pass for music.
Scott Bessent, the gazillionaire Treasury Secretary who will be absolutely fine no matter how badly Preznit Fuckwit crashes our economy, has a message for America's small businesses: enjoy your shit sandwich.
Jake Tapper: "the one thing I hear from almost every small business owner is the uncertainty. they don't know how to plan for the future because they have no idea what's gonna come."
Scott Bessent: 'strategic uncertainty is a negotiating tactic.'
I have a question: does Scott Bessent actually believe this nonsense, or is he making the best of a situation where his boss is a stark barking lunatic who changes his mind about tariffs as often as he changes his diaper?
here's the thing about uncertainty: it fucking sucks. markets hate it. businesses hate it. consumers hate it. uncertainty makes it impossible to plan for the future. uncertainty benefits nobody — and uncertainty is a negotiating tactic only if you're a madman.
have you ever heard of this thing called the Madman Theory of Geopolitics?
it dates from the time when Richard Nixon was president, and it went like this: Tricky Dick's foreign policy stooges would ring up their commie adversaries and go 'look, our president is fucking nuts. we can't control him. he'll nuke you in a hot second and not think twice about it, so maybe you ought to give him what he wants.'
The madman theory is a political theory commonly associated with the foreign policy of U.S. president Richard Nixon and his administration, who tried to make the leaders of hostile communist bloc countries think Nixon was irrational and volatile so that they would avoid provoking the U.S. in fear of an unpredictable response.
spoiler alert: it didn't work. Nixon was a paranoid criminal, but he wasn't insane — and no one bought his act.
but oh, look: the Madman Theory isn't a theory any more. now we have an actual madman in the Oval Office, and we have lackies like Scott Bessent telling us to calm down, madmanning is good.
buckle the fuck in, the crazy around here is going up to eleven.
because we live in the shittiest possible timeline, Joe Biden has been diagnosed with an aggressive form of prostate cancer.
Former President Joseph R. Biden Jr. was diagnosed on Friday with an aggressive form of prostate cancer that has spread to his bones, his office said in a statement on Sunday.
"While this represents a more aggressive form of the disease, the cancer appears to be hormone-sensitive which allows for effective management," according to the statement from Mr. Biden's office.
also because we live in the shittiest possible timeline, the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled media are failing once again to meet the moment.
Extraordinary timing – according to his spokesman, Biden received this cancer diagnosis on Friday, the same day audio clips of his Robert Hur interview were all over the news"
are you fucking kidding me? you're going to play 'oh hmm, how convenient' games with a cancer diagnosis? read the room, asshole. now is not the time, or the place. do you know when would be a good time? never.
how about never, Brian? is never good for you?
oh, and Cokey McSniffles is cordially invited to go fuck himself to infinity and beyond.
What I want to know is how did Dr. Jill Biden miss stage five metastatic cancer or is this yet another coverup???"
true fact: absolutely no one will mourn Donald J. Shitnozzle Jr. when he makes his final exit. I fucking guarantee it.
let's show these disgraceful ghouls how it's done.
let's offer our best wishes to President Biden and his family. he's earned it.
Because Dear Leader's Brain Is Swiss Cheese
'Most Transparent' White House In History Keeps Majority Of Trump's Remarks Secret
Because Dear Leader's brain is Swiss Cheese and he is making even less sense now than he did even a few months ago
The WH has not published a transcript in TWO MONTHS.
"You hide behind a tree and them drone comes downand it circles you with fire you don't have a chance. The tree comes down also by the way. It's so intense. I mean you see these trees being knocked down like …like they're being sawed down by a top of the line timberman…like like you know…who? Sean Duffy…the head of the transportation department who is work I g right now on the airports and getting a system…because Biden didn't do anything for 4 years and Pete…Pete Buttigieg was the head…and he goes bicycle to work"
That's your orange overlord folks
"We love France right? But I think we did a little more to win the war than France so we agree? You know I don't want to be a wise guy but when Hitler made his speech at the Eiffel Tower I would say that wasn't exactly ideal."
Hitler never gave a speech at the Eiffel Tower you orange hobgoblin.
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And Once Again MAGA Has Their Panties In A Twist
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The Penguins Know
Seriously…
…if your father or grandfather was babbling this kind of BULLSHIT you'd be discussing medication and talking to lawyers and a secure facility.
You know you would.
And if—[deity of your choice] forbid—JOE BIDEN had tweeted something like this, the MSM would be on it like wolves to raw meat non-stop 24/7 demanding to know why he wasn't in a skilled nursing facility.