Minneapolis law enforcement authorities along with the Texas Rangers apprehended ICE agent Christian Castro May 29th after he shot an INNOCENT Venezuelan immigrant in Minneapolis in January. Castro lied about the shooting then fled Minnesota to Texas.
Castro faces four felony charges of aggravated assault and one count of falsely reporting a crime.
I hope they lock this violent ICE asshole up for a long time. Get him on state charges so that Trump cannot pardon him.
today is Memorial Day. you’re going to hear a lot of mouth-farting from the Usual Republican Suspects about how much they honor and respect our 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 veterans.
as always, watch what they do, not what they say.
soldiers, sailors and marines are useful props whenever some asshole wingnut 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.
need proof? let’s go to the video tape, from July 29, 2022:
here we have a bunch of Republican Senators fist-bumping. why? because they just blocked a billthat 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 2025. in April of that year, 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: if you send a person into a war zone and tell them to fight for their country, and 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.
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 fuck straight off into the sea.
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, six-time international lap-hockey champion Handy Oakley took a minute off from vigorously beetlejuicing her latest conquest 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.
now let’s move on to the googly-eyed director of the Federal Bureau of Guzzling As Much Bourbon As You Can, As Quickly As You Can — the always steady on his feet Kash Patel.
this atrocity should be fresh in your mind, as it was first reported on a couple of weeks ago. I’m talking about the day that Krazee-Eyes Kash got it in his head to invite a bunch of his besties to have a snorkel party within splashing distance of one of America’s most sacred war memorials — the sunken remains of the U.S.S. Arizona in Pearl Harbor.
this memorial is such a hallowed place that no one but the divers who inter the remains of fallen heroes are allowed to go into the water. you can’t even walk around in a bathing suit. they will throw your disrespectful ass right out of there — but that didn’t stop Kash and his posse from jumping right in for some snorkely hijinks.
who the fuck thinks this is appropriate behavior?
and don’t even get me started on this rotting diaperload.
Cadet Bone Spurs has spent his entire life finding new and inventive ways to insult and dishonor our troops. back during the 2024 presidential campaign, the Biden-Harris HQ assembled this greatest hits video:
here’s what this dipshit posted last Memorial Day, on his own crappy app:
“Happy Memorial Day to all, including the Dumocrats, who disrespect our Military and all of the tremendous success that it has had over the last year. God Bless those that have made the ultimate sacrifice. I love you all! President DONALD J. TRUMP”
awesome. Donny can’t even post a simple Memorial Day message without turning it into some broken-inside grievance-fest.
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 fat head to get wet. instead, he spent the day rage-tweeting from his hotel room. good times, bro, good times.
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.”
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.
“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:
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 prick.
“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.
two years 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 last year’s West Point commencement ceremony, after rambling incoherently about trophy wives to mystified cadets, Preznit Fuckwit 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.
this year, Donny didn’t even bother to show up for the West Point Commencement. he sent his piss-drunk Secretary of Skateboards in his place.
Donny, Tuberville, Scalise, Handy Oakley, Krazee-Eyes Kash, 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.
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.
hey, folks? I’m not sure how to break this to you, but it’s looking more and more like the guy who lied about bone spurs and lied about hush money and lied about his dead pedo bestie and lied about how tariffs work and lied about being able to point to a camel and lied about his weight and lied about his golf scores and lied about his wealth and lied about a hurricane and lied about a pandemic and lied about his taxes and lied about a million other things has been lying to us about just how swimmingly his don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran is going.
oh, and his piss-drunk Secretary of Death? the shouty one with all the Christofascist tattoos, who gets off on bombing schoolgirls? he’s been lying, too.
I know, right?
remember all that blather from Preznit Fuckwit about how Iran’s military has been smithereened to death and how they have no navy and can’t fight, and how the whole country is on the verge of complete collapse, and how Iran has no choice but to open up that Strait of Epstein, like, any minute now?
that’s right, the Washington Post got its hands on a leaked CIA report that basically contradicts every word that’s seeped out of Dear Leader’s rancid anus-mouth.
The analysis by the U.S. intelligence community, whose secret assessments on Iran have often been more sober than the administration’s public statements, also found that Tehran retains significant ballistic missile capabilities despite weeks of intense U.S. and Israeli bombardment, three of the people familiar with it said.
oh, so not totally obliterated, then.
Donny has been presenting us with a version of his merry little war that bears absolutely no resemblance to reality.
either Donny’s been lying to us, or someone like Piss-Drunk Pete has been lying to Donny — or, more likely, everyone is lying to everyone, because that’s all these shit-kazoos do all day long, tell one lie after another like it’s going out of style.
remember how Donny keeps telling us he holds all the cards? he never shuts the fuck up about holding all the cards, because like any toddler who’s been dropped on its head, Donny thinks a stupid joke gets funnier the more often he repeats it.
well, it looks like Iran still has about three quarters of their cards.
Iran retains about 75% of its prewar inventories of mobile launchers and about 70% of its prewar stockpiles of missiles. There is evidence that the regime has been able to recover and reopen almost all of its underground storage facilities, repair some damaged missiles, and even assemble some new missiles that were nearly complete when the war began.
basically Donny isn’t even anywhere close to winning this war, because Iran still retains most of its weapons stockpile, and is rebuilding its military infrastructure faster than Donny can blow it up.
Iran is laughing at Donny, as they eat his lunch.
how is that any kind of victory? look at that, even Obama can’t figure it out — and he’s a smart dude. he went to Harvard and everything.
this is why I go fucking ballistic when I see a newspaper headline that begins with ‘Donny says…’ — because Donny says a lot of shit, and almost none of it is true.
telling us that ‘Donny says he’s winning’ without also noting that his claim is without evidence is not reporting, it’s worthless scribbling.
it fact, it’s worse than worthless. it’s outright dangerous, because a democracy cannot survive without a fully-informed populace.
The U.S. military said it struck Iranian military facilities and other targets after, it said, Iran fired on U.S. warships in the Strait of Hormuz.
what the fuck is going on in the Middle East? ‘exchanging fire’ doesn’t sound very ‘truce-y’ to me — and it didn’t sound very truce-y to a reporter who caught up with Donny later in the day.
reporter: “after these strikes is the ceasefire with Iran still on?”
Donny: “yeah, it is.”
the ceasefire is still on, because words stopped having meanings in the Donnyverse years ago. I’m so old, I remember when a ‘ceasefire’meant that all parties ‘ceased firing.’
Donny: “they trifled with us today. we blew ’em away. they trifled. I call that a trifle. I’ll let you know when there’s no cease— you won’t have to know. if there’s no cease fire, you’re not going to have to know, you’re just going to have to look at one big glow coming out of Iran. and they better sign their agreement fast.”
excuse me, a big fucking glow? did Donny just threaten to nuke Iran? he did, didn’t he?
what the fuck is wrong with this maniac?
this is all so incoherent. one minute we’re told that a deal is imminent — and then the next minute, missiles are flying everywhere. could everyone please stop getting shot?
and then to top it off, here comes Donny, and he’s all ‘Iran’s gonna be glowing. get it? get it?’
I know that Donny imagines this makes him sound like the ultimate tough guy, but it doesn’t. he just sounds weak and stupid, and his threats accomplish nothing. every time the fucking idiot says something like this, Iran just gets up and walks away from the negotiating table. it’s how they’ve reacted to every one of Donny’s infantile threats — and Donny would understand that by now, if the demented imbecile had any capacity to learn.
has anyone checked the prediction markets? I’ll bet there’s someone out there who’s going to make a total killing on any nuclear conflagration.
we def need a palate cleanse after all that. I don’t know who created this image, but they just won the entire internet.
reporter: “can I ask you about the hantavirus? have you been briefed on the virus?”
Donny: “yes, I have.”
reporter: “can you tell us what you’ve learned in these briefings?”
Donny: “well, I think you’re going to be told everything, and you already have. uhhhh, it’s very much, we hope under control. it was the— ship. and I think we’re gonna make a full report about it tomorrow. we have— a lotta people. it’s a lotta great people, are studying it. it should be— fine. we hope.”
reporter: “are you concerned it’s going to spread?”
Donny: “I hope not, I mean I hope not.”
oh joy, Donny hopes not. rest easy, everyone — the guy who tried to wishful-think a pandemic out of existence six years ago is on the case.
Donny’s got a ‘lotta great people’ who are ‘studying it.’ big, strong, teary-eyed virologists, who are definitely in the room with us right now.
why does hearing this from Donny this fill me with zero confidence?
I don’t know about you, but I’m so glad that I have boxes and boxes of masks and gloves left over from the covid era.
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 will de-Trump America when he is gone. Tearing down all the monuments, taking his name off places it never should have been, unfucking the gaudy vomit he has put all over the White House will be easy and relatively fast.
All the other stuff he has destroyed is going to take the rest of my life to rebuild. The open corruption, lying during confirmations, and naked political actors in SCOTUS, all the relationships with America’s 20th century allies, the empowering and protection of the Epstein Class… it’s a lot. And I we haven’t even mentioned the DOGE destruction.
The rest of my life, at least, and I do know one thing: if we can do it, we can’t just roll it back to 2015. We have to rebuild everything, and we have to punish the absolute fuck out of this entire criminal organization. I’m talking prison for life, nationalizing of assets. We need to ask ourselves, “What would John Brown or Sherman do?”
Since kash patel filed his $250 million defamation lawsuit against The Atlantic, reporter Sarah Fitzpatrick says she has been absolutely inundated with new sources reaching up to the highest levels of government, all lining up to corroborate her original reporting. The lawsuit, filed Monday, has functioned more like a megaphone than a muzzle. Fitzpatrick built her initial investigation on more than two dozen sources who described patel as an excessive drinker prone to erratic behavior and unexplained absences, behavior they believed posed a genuine national security risk.
Rather than discrediting the story, the lawsuit appears to have shaken loose even more damaging information. Fitzpatrick went on the Radio Atlantic podcast and made clear she stands by every word, noting that the flood of new sources has been one of the most gratifying responses she could have imagined. The Atlantic has called the lawsuit meritless and says it will fight it aggressively.
What makes this especially striking is why so many people stayed quiet in the first place. Fitzpatrick described patel as someone widely feared to be extremely vindictive, with insiders worried he would pursue them through costly litigation. The lawsuit meant to punish the press ended up proving that point exactly, while opening the floodgates to even more of the story patel desperately wanted buried.
“Trump talks like a Persian strongman. that’s the kind of language that they understand. strength, respect, honor.”
look, we know that Jesse Watters has eternally fantasized that his big, strong ‘daddy’ Donny would at long last take off his belt and tan his misbehaving hide. fine, whatever the fuck turns you on, Jesse. who are we to get all judgemental and shit?
but I’d love to know on what planet Donny is regarded as a ‘strongman’ who is ‘respected’ — because I’m sorry to burst Jesse’s bubble here, but Dear Leader is an international laughingstock.
Italian PM Georgia Meloni, can you think of a single world leader who ‘respects’ Donny?
yeah, me neither.
there’s no fucking way that Iran has any respect whatsoever for the diaper-crapping piss-baby in the Oval Bordello. has Jesse Watters not seen the videos they’ve been putting up on Elon’s Nazi Bar and Child Porn Emporium? yo Jess, check this out.
yup, that’s some industrial-strength respect for Preznit Teletubby, all right.
and that only scratches the surface. Iran is laughing its ass off at Dear Leader, along with the rest of us.
oh, and because I’m a responsible journalist and everything, I wanted to know exactly what a ‘Persian strongman’ is, so I googled it. here’s what I got.
yeah, I think any single one of these homeys could take Donny apart.
you might need a new metaphor there, Jesse.
tuesday: buh-bye
pour one out for the proprietor of the now-shuttered Trump Truth Store in Crystal Lake, Illinois.
sales plummeted when conflict with Iran began, with the owner saying business went “dead as a door nail”
okay, my friends, you know the drill — because now comes the part where we throw our heads back in laughter.
look at the crap that was being foisted on shoppers.
On March 26, Fleischmann revealed on Facebook that her MAGA-themed establishment, which retailed $25 T-shirts displaying, “GOD GUNS AND TRUMP 2024,” “ICE ICE BABY,” and “DEPARTMENT OF DOGE,” will be “closed until further notice.”
oh, so the customers of the ‘Trump Truth Store’ were totally fine with all the fascist ass-clownery being perpetrated by Dear Leader’s goons, and it was only when gas became expensive that wearing Donny-branded shit became toxic?
well then fuck all those fucking fucks.
maybe the Trump Truth Store needs to rebrand. I’d wear the shit out of a Flippy McCrushnuts shirt. you would, too.
“I told you on Day One that young American men would be sent into the meat grinder on the ground to die for Israel. it’s imminent. it’s guaranteed. right now, the White House and the Pentagon are reportedly working on plans to send in American troops along with heavy equipment to steal Iran’s uranium — if they even have any. and while all of that is in the works, Lindsey Graham is on television calling for the expansion of the ongoing air campaign, for the United States to continue committing as many war crimes as possible. we should drop Lindsey Graham right off in the middle of Tehran — to see if these people really do throw queers off of rooftops.”
oh sweet baby Jesus in the manger. Stew was almost making sense there for a while and then it went so hard off the rails right there at the very end.
does Lindsey Graham have any idea that this is what people on his own side think of him? Lindsey? Lindsey?
holy shit.
thursday: let’s shed some light on the subject
Wednesday was a bit intense, so let’s lighten this shit up.
what the fuck happened to Naomi Wolf? she used be a garden-variety ‘wellness’ crank who dabbled in vaccine denial — but then she become a full-bore a full-bore conspiracy loon.
“I endorsed Pres Donald Trump yesterday. Today all day my phone froze, the cursor on my computer started wandering around the desktop, and my wifi continually disconnected. All coincidentally.”
all that light is coming from space lasers, Naomi.
we Jews have a fuck-ton of them, Naomi, and we’re happy to have done our part to ensure that the Artemis II mission was a roaring success. you need the moon lit up? we’ve got that shit covered!
and while we’re on the subject, can we just revisit the all-time greatest dogwalking of Dr. Wolf? it happened just last week.
that is perfect. chef’s kiss. ten out of ten. no notes.
friday: the further adventures of Some Fucking Idiot™
excuse me, but what is the ‘WORLD’S MOST POWERFUL RESET’? is that what the fucking idiot calls having his morning diaper changed?
for the third consecutive day, the fucking idiot’s handlers tried their best to keep him away from the press — but they couldn’t keep the fucking idiot from shitting his delusional batshittery all over social media.
Iran holds no cards? I’m pretty sure that any country who can shut down a major shipping route at will — and trick the fucking idiot into agreeing to it — holds a shitload of cards.
I have an idea: how about the fucking idiot use the ‘full economic might of the United States’ to help Americans? isn’t the fucking idiot always going on and on about ‘America first’?
and there’s no way the fucking idiot wrote that tweet himself. there’s no chance in hell his rotting fingers know how to type the accent in ‘Orbán.’
as one does, when one’s entire administration is made up of corrupt criminal fucksticks. am I right, Tom Homan?
Tom Homan knows I’m right.
oh, and the one time on Friday that the press got managed to get close enough to the fucking idiot to ask him questions — as he was headed to his Florida golf motel — he proved to be as befuddled, out-of-touch and ill-informed as ever.
and, despite that one, brief window of opportunity, not reporter stood up to ask ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’
how fucking idiotic is that?
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.
