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The Only Thing Donny Has Ever Been A Success At...

...is keeping us outraged.

Seriously, what is it going to take—what line needs to be crossed—to get this lunatic removed from office? Because it's becoming increasingly obvious he has no intention of ever leaving voluntarily.

Hello, and welcome to another exciting episode of Donny Says Stupid Shit, the show where our Very Special President gets away with blurting out the kind of crazypants dumbfuckery that would immediately end the political career of any mere mortal who said the same thing.

“And again, remember. With the war, it’s just artificial. It’s a little bit high. It’s a small price to pay. for keeping the world safe. For keeping our country safe. They could take out a city. Let ’em take— let it— let ’em take out Los Angeles. Let ’em take our San Diego. That’s— this is a very small price to pay.”

Wait a minute — did this depraved shithead just give Iran permission to nuke a couple of our cities? Did he actually call such an act ‘a very small price to pay’?

Is Preznit Fuckwit … joking? Is he serious? Is he so demented that he has no idea what he’s actually saying? Does it even matter why Donny said what he said? Dude is clearly unfit for office, and growing worse by the day.

This is probably a good time to note that my What The Fuck Is Wrong With You Challenge™ is now in its 2,371st day.

Where are you, worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press?

Imagine that Sleepy Joe Biden’s autopen had blundered its way into an unwinnable war, and then invited our adversary to nuke the shit out of us. The press would have had a field day, falling all the fuck over themselves in a mad dash to file their stories.

Jake Tapper would have orgasmed on the spot.

Where are the calls for Donny to resign?

Remember Joe Biden’s last year in office? The press had their knives out. Every time Joe stumbled over a word, or took too long to reply to a question, every newspaper in the land would shit out editorial after editorial, calling Biden icky and old and smelly, and demanding that he resign immediately, ‘to serve his country.’

Where are you now, O Glorious Editorial Writers? Donny is in fact icky and old — and he probably smells like shit. Have you seen one call for Dear Leader to step down, to serve his country? I haven’t. Why the fuck not?

Come on, Donny can’t hack it any more. Most of the time, he’s just blithering incomprehensible nonsense.

"You need to be a student at the top of your class at MIT to turn on a lawnmower nowadays, you know? But I got rid of all that stuff. Now you can have a LAWNMOWER. Boom!!”

What is this fucking idiot — this pampered fool — who has never done a day’s labor in his life, imagine he’s done to improve lawnmowers? What ‘stuff’did he ‘get rid of’?What is he hallucinating about?

ast summer, I bought a new lawnmower. It was the same as every lawnmower I’ve had since the 1960s. You pull the string and it goes vroom-vroom. Hey Jake Tapper, maybe you can explain it to me. What exactly has Donny done to Make Lawnmowers Great Again?

Why is the crowd clapping like trained seals at Dear Leader’s fever-swamp bullshit? My god, they’re just as brain dead as he is.

Again, Donny has been getting away with this shit for literal years, nattering on and on about stoves that don’t light, or toilets you have to flush a million times. Where are the worthless scribblers?

And when Donny’s not confabulating, he’s just outright lying.

“It’ll end very quickly and prices are gonna come down very sharply. You might say, ‘please, please, sir, it’s going down too fast!’ You watch. You watch what’s going to happen in a very short period of time.”

Ohhhhh, okay. This unwinnable don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran — the one that was only supposed to last one day; the one that Donny has claimed we’ve already won twenty times or more — now, it’s going to end very quickly. Any day now, just you wait and see — and then prices will plummet, and big, strong cultists, the afternoon sun rippling off their massive biceps, blinded by the uncontrollable tears of joy coursing down their ruddy cheeks, grateful for cheap gas like few thought possible, and the easy-to-start lawnmowers like no one’s ever seen before, and the radioactive craters where Los Angeles and San Diego used to be — they will all come up to Dear Leader and go ‘sir! sir! we can’t stand it any more! it’s going down too fast! Sir!”

And then, pigs will start flying out of my ass. 

Donny never stops promising us that there’s going to be so much wining, we’re going to get tired of all the winning. Fuck that noise. I’m still waiting for the winning to start.

Wouldn’t you love it if our press would spend even ten minutes honestly reporting on any of this shit?

Look at CNN, dancing around the issue of Donny saying the very thing we all heard him say.

Top California officials denounce President Trump after he appeared to suggest Iran could “take out” Los Angeles or San Diego

Ohhh, Dear Leader ‘appeared’ to say what he said. How helpful of you to point that out, CNN. I can’t wait for CNN’s report that San Diego ‘appears’ to be a smoking ruin.

Apparently, if you want accuracy in reporting, you need to cross the ocean and read the Guardian.

First Thing: ‘Deranged’ and ‘dangerous’ Trump calls for Iran to strike US cities amid historic ratings low

That’s more like it. Are you paying attention, US press?

Sigh. I thought not.

It’s time for a palate cleanse. Let’s watch in awe as Davram Stiefler of the Good Liars tries and fails to get a gang of cultists to answer the age-old question, ‘why are socialism?’

Davram Stiefler: “Is everyone worried about socialism?”

MAGA: “Oh, 100%. It never works”

Stiefler: “For the viewers, what is socialism?”

MAGA: “Socialism is pretty much, I mean, it’s control of everything, I mean, they want control and there’s no… uhm… I don’t even… how to explain it, but… you have no control at all. I mean it’s just, it’s their way or the highway”

Stiefler: “But as an economic form of governance, what is it?”

MAGA: “Socialism”

I can’t even with these dumbfucks. The definition of socialism as an economic form of governance is socialism. Thanks a lot, Brainiac. You’ve really done us a solid with that simple explanation.

Jack Smith was spotted at an outdoor music festival this past weekend, wearing a ‘No Kings’ tee-shirt.

Naturally, this caused the entire MAGAverse to shit one massive brick. How dare Jack Smith exercise his First Amendment right to express a personal opinion — while also listening to music at the same time! Treason! Treason!

And, of course, no one whined louder than our whiny Whiner-in-Chief.

Maybe Donny should invite Iran to nuke Jack Smith. Y’know, kill two birds with one stone.

And again I ask...what is it going to take to have him removed from office, ecause it's obvious the Grim Reaper isn't up to the job.

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Mad King Donny continues to deteriorate before our very eyes.

Yesterday, sweaty and unsteady on his feet, he shambled into the Oval Bordello, half an hour late for the dog-and-pony show that his minders had set up for him. 

Surrounded by his Emotional Support Flunkies, Dear Leader sat down at his Big Boy Resolute Desk and struggled to read from his prepared text.

And, of course, as soon as someone else started speaking, the narcoleptic old fart factory fell fast asleep, and started crop-dusting the room with the pungent aroma of ass music.

The whole event was a clownfucktacular shit-show — or, as we call it around here, Monday.

Dozy Donny should have stayed asleep — because after he woke up, he doubled down on his five-thousand-dollar bribe.

“Because of tariffs, we— are— taking in HUNDREDS of billions of dollars of dollars— of profits. It’s one of the reasons I can offer, if— Republicans win the— HOUSE and Senate. $5,000 to every adult. And we can do it and the Democrats can’t, because the Democrats don't have any income.”

Holy shit. Every word that just seeped from Donny’s rancid anus-mouth is either a fever-swamp fantasy, an outright lie, or just a basic failure to understand how money works. It staggers the mind when you consider that this low-wattage fuckwad is in charge of our entire nation’s economy.

Hey, can we get Community Notes in here to do us a solid, and lay out the basic bullet points?

A $5,000 payment to every US adult would cost about $1.25 trillion. The government collected $195 billion in customs duties in FY2025. Net tariff revenue turned negative in some months of 2026 due to Supreme Court-ordered refunds. Analyses show tariffs cannot fund it.

Got that? There isn’t enough money to give every adult in America five large. It’s just not there, no matter how many times Donny clicks his bloated cankles together and wishes it were so.

And it’s just fucking weird that Donny considers money taken in via taxes and tariffs to be profits. they’re not — they’re revenues.

This is a fundamental mistake that all these shit-gibbons who insist that ‘government should be run like a business’ make. Governments are not businesses. The revenues that a governments takes in are — in any sane country — used to provide for the public well-being of its people. They’re notprofits, for some tinpot fucksnoot like Donny to hoard for his own personal use.

And what’s all this nonsense about ‘Democrats don’t have any income’? There aren’t two treasuries, one for each major political party. There isn’t Republican money and Democratic money. It’s just money money. 

Not only is it fucking insane that Donny believes this, it’s insane that every worthless scribbler of the corporate-controlled press just sits there and nods their head and goes, ‘well, I guess if Donny says so.’

None of this shit is normal. Is it really too much to ask of our media to stop treating it as if it were?

For eleven long years now, ever since that racist game show host came down his golden escalator in June of 2015 to announce his candidacy, the press has been sanewashing his fucknuttery — and they’re still at it. Look at this piece of shit reporting that the Washington Post crapped out yesterday

Donny’s hare-brained schemes are in no way ‘ideas for aiding US consumers’ — they’re the mouth-farts of a panicked idiot who is throwing everything the wall in a desperate attempt to not lose the midterms.

Dear Leader couldn’t give a shit about ‘aiding US consumers.’ He only gives a fuck about himself. He just wants to remain in power indefinitely. 

Oh, and it’s also fucking against the law to bribe people into voting a certain way. How about reporting on that?

Meanwhile, the MAGAsphere is pissing itself with glee, over the free government money that Donny’s gonna send them.

Vote GOP, reject the crazy communists, and get $5k as an additional incentive.

Let’s do this!

How many times is MAGA going to fall for this shit? They’re now the guy from Mememto. They can no longer form lasting memories.

Ask MAGA about the $5,000 DOGE checks that Donny promised to sent them way back in February 2025. They’ll just go ‘huh wha?’

Ask them about the $2,000 ‘tariff rebate’ checks that the con artist they worship told them they were getting in November 2025.

They don’t remember.

I guess if MAGA is too memory-impaired to remember how many times Dear Leader has lied to them about free money from the government, they’ll also be fooled by the ‘migrant caravan’ that has magically appeared, five weeks before an election.

Here we go again. Every time an election looms, the entire wingnut outrage-industrial complex starts flooding the airwaves with bullshit scare-stories about swarthy brown-skinned migrants walking thousands of miles on foot, just so they can cross our border and fuck our shit.

The Department of Homeland Security (DHS) issued a strong warning to a major migrant caravan that crossed into Mexico and was moving north with hopes of reaching the U.S.-Mexico border.

“USBP is closely engaged with its international partners to monitor their movement and any additional developments,” DHS told Fox News in a statement. “[United States Border Patrol] USBP reminds migrants that under the leadership of President Trump and Homeland Secretary Mullin, the border has remained closed and secured for the last 16 months.”

Yeah, like I would believe anything that comes out of the mouths of Marky Two-Names and his racist band of shitweasels at the Department of Homeland Security.

And they’re really getting lazy, too. Remember back when they used to spice up their reporting with juicy stories about ‘prayer rugs’ being found at the border?

What ever happened to fun scare tactics like that? Fox News is really falling down on the job here. It’s all so patently ridiculous that even the three-toed freak of nature, Marjorie Sporkfoot Greene, can smell a rat.

We have not seen a caravan headed to the U.S. southern border in several years, why now? Oh yeah, there is an election coming and the GOP needs to scare you into voting because nothing else is working.

She’s not wrong — but please don’t be fooled by MTG’s supposed change of heart. It’s all an act. She’s not our friend. Never forget that she spent years promoting this racist garbage, and has never apologized for it.

You would think that the cultists would remember that Sporky and her ilk have been hoodwinking them with this garbage since all the way back in 2018 — but you would think wrong.

And, lastly, we have this fucking fuck to contend with. Holy Mike Johnson — the limpest dick ever to wield the House Speaker’s gavel — wants you to know that if you object to data centers, you’re just falling for commie Chinese propaganda.

Mike Johnson says opposition to data centers “is a Chinese psyop. I really believe that. That’s not a conspiracy theory.”

Mike Johnson can fuck himself straight into the sea. Data centers are a nightmare to live with. They’re noisy. They pollute. They deplete local water supplies. They jack up everyone’s electricity bills, and destroy everyone’s property values.

this isn’t conjecture, nor is it any ‘Chinese psyop.’

I have an idea whose time has come: how about every one of these shit-kazoo politicians who claim that data centers are no biggie, be forced to live next to one for a year?

let’s see how they like it.

who’s with me?

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.

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spoiler alert: not everything totally fucking sucks.

good news is out there — you just have to go looking for it. so today, let’s do exactly that.

bear with me, this is another longish post. but it’s all good news.

Good News number one: a lot of this shit has been flying under the radar, but judges and courts continue to cordially invite Donny — along with his like-minded flunkies and acolytes — to go fuck themselves.

here’s one that was definitely under the radar.

long story short: back during the 2024 campaign, three days before the election, the Des Moines Register published a poll showing mean old Kamala Harris with a three-point lead over God’s Own Avatar on Earth. of course, that’s not what happened. Donny won Iowa by 18 points — but because Donny is the most-broken-inside piss-baby in the universe, instead of forgetting about the one bad poll and getting on with his infuriatingly charmed life, he went ballistic and sued the paper and the pollster, for being very very mean to him.

yesterday, an Iowa district court shitcanned the lawsuit, ruling that there’s no First Amendment exclusion for being a dumbfuck who got his feeling hurt by words.

the score: justice 1, morons 0.

this next case involves some shit-kazoo sheriff who got his own feelings hurt by ballots.

The California Supreme Court on Thursday ordered a county sheriff to return about 650,000 ballots he had seized from election officials as part of an investigation into voter fraud that state officials said had no basis in fact.

what we have here is just one more MAGA numb-nuts who was so saddened by an election that didn’t go his way, that he took it upon himself to confiscate a bunch of ballots, because reasons.

this is just one more way in which Donny has broken our nation. now, every dipshit on the losing end of an election believes they have the right to meddle with the results.

ace job, Donny.

the California Supreme Court shut that shit down pronto, ruling that doing your own research after an election isn’t a thing, even if you’re some high-on-your-own-supply cultist with a gun and a badge.

the score: justice 2, morons 0.

the third case deals with an appeals court ruling that Donny can’t disappear immigrants without due process.

The Trump administration scrambled on Thursday to halt a number of imminent deportations after an appeals court blocked authorities from expelling people to third countries without a chance to contest their cases, according to documents obtained by The New York Times.

we’re really on a roll here. the score: justice 3, morons 0.

and then we have the whole shittacular farce that played out this week, with Diaper Nurse Natalie sweet-talking Donny into banning CNN, MSNOW and Politico from the White House — which, by the way, is the latest wrinkle in the story: that it was Nurse Natty, taking advantage of Chief of Staff Susie Wiles being away on vacation, who convinced Dear Leader that a media ban would be totes awesome.

my god, it’s like a high school lunchroom. there really are no adults at all in the White House.

anyway, in short order: in the middle of the night on Wednesday, a judge blocked the ban and reinstated the three networks’ access. then, on Thursday morning, when they reporters showed up for work, the White House was ‘all nuh-oh, you can’t come in, we don’t want to get your cooties.’

so it was right back to court for everyone involved, where the judge was all, ‘what in the actual fuck?’ and reinstated the reinstated access. double-reinstated, boo-yah!

are you all still following me? oh, good. 

so, everything at that point was hunky-dory, with the reporters finally being allowed to do their jobs. but then, when it came time to cover last night’s state dinner for China’s President Xi, MSNOW and CNN were once again barred from attending, because reasons.

so now, presumably, it will be back to court again this morning.

the score: justice 3.5, morons .5.

Good News number two: even the loyalists at Fox News seem to finally be getting exasperated with Dear Leader.

just look at how glum Stuart Varney is, as he lays out what Donny hath wrought.

“those polls showed 51% would vote Democrat, for a Democrat candidate, 43% for a Republican. why is this happening? four dollar gas, six dollar diesel, seven percent mortgages, the ongoing war, and the president is less popular personally than at any time in his second term. his attempts to reverse the trend have fallen flat. five thousand dollar checks for everyone didn’t fly, and the ban on diesel exports won’t work. if this trend continues, Republicans will lose the House, and maybe the Senate. thirty-nine days to the vote. if that happens, say goodbye to what’s left of the Trump agenda.”

“say goodbye to what’s left of the Trump agenda”? 

don’t threaten me with a good time, Stu.

after the 2024 election, Republicans had the golden goose: the House, the Senate, the presidency were all theirs, and they could do anything they wanted. Donny took that golden goose and clownfucked it so hard that their agenda currently lies in tatters — and now, far too late to do anything about it, Republicans are waking up to the fact that maybe this guy wasn’t the answer.

boo fucking hoo.

Good News number three: the First Couple continue to make each other miserable.

ook at these two lovebirds. have you ever seen a two people more head-over-heels smitten with each other?

seriously, Melly’s in shitfit mode because her whole weekend has been ruined by having to pretend to geef a fock about the husband whom she loathes, and his playdate with what’s-his-face from China or wherever. look, it’s enough that Melania deigned to show up. please don’t ask her to bother to learn anyone’s name, or where they’re from.

and as for Donny, he just realized that he and his diaper nurse can’t spend the weekend canoodling.

too bad, so sad.

Good News number four: Dear Leader can’t stop being a clownshoes buffoon.

can anyone tell me what is going on with Donny’s ass? every time he’s out in public these days, he looks like he’s smuggling a microwave oven back there.

what can possibly be going on? is he wearing some kind of medical device? has Natalie chosen to make things easier for herself by having Donny wear all the diapers at once?

look, if anyone knows what’s happening, it would be Google’s janky, six-fingered plagiarism robot, am I right? that homey’s infallible. so let’s ask it. hey, plagiarism robot — what the fuck is going on with Dear Leader’s ass?

There is no factual or medical news regarding Donald Trump’s health or physical condition concerning his lower back or posture.

you’re no fun, plagiarism robot — but you do get bonus points for knowing who I was referring to when I said ‘Dear Leader.’

Good News number five: Dear Leader continues to deteriorate, both physically and mentally.

yesterday, Donny had exactly one job: to walk in a straight line for six feet, without fucking that shit up.

spoiler alert: he fucked that shit up.

Donny can’t even manage to walk on his side of the red carpet. he keeps meandering to his left, forcing his Slovenian rent-a-wife to walk on the bare concrete of the Epstein Parking Lot where the Rose Garden used to be.

was it Donny’s frontotemporal dementia that caused him to veer? or was he deliberately being a dick to Melania, just because he could?

who cares? either way, that shit’s hilarious.

and, finally, Good News number six: someday this war’s gonna end.

today marks 38 days to the midterm elections. should things go our way, we’re going to have a ginormous fucking mess to clean up.

there’s no doubt in my mind that useless pantloads like Chuck Schumer will continue to waste everyone’s time on a series of strongly-worded letters — but at the same time, there are folks on our side who are right now giving serious thought as to what we’ll need to do, in order to dig out from under this shitpile Donny’s inflicted on us.

one of those people is Robert Reich. here’s what he posted last night.

10 Steps To Fix What Trump Has Broken

And mend everything thereafter

If we want to clean up the mayhem Trump and his regime have created — and prevent anything like this from happening again — here are the 10 big reforms every political candidate should support.

They’re structural reforms in how our political system works, rather than policies such as Medicare for All, affordable housing, childcare, or a $20 minimum wage. But these structural reforms are necessary prerequisites to getting good policies enacted. They must be passed by Congress in order for anything else to get done.

I’m summarizing them below the video. Please watch and share:

we have our marching orders. let’s do this.

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The entire world is laughing at us, and can anybody honestly blame them?

Donald Trump—that hell-spawned, hemorrhoidal, half-witted Heat Miser—gave a “speech” at the UN, although it was really more of a SCREED, and it was every bit the shitshow anybody with a semi-firing synapse could’ve guessed it would be.

He opened by feverishly fellating himself and lying his ass off about the state of the dumpster fire HE’s responsible for—then paused for applause that never came.

Couldn’t get a pity clap from people professionally trained to tolerate bullshit.

The whole planet had to watch him riffing like the day drunk at the corner of the bar in a strip-mall Applebee’s at two in the afternoon, spraying spittle, spite, and spinach dip across the specials menu.

Except nobody could cut him off, and he was threatening a country instead of the assistant manager.

He even found time to pick a fight with an adjective, announcing that we were renaming artificial intelligence “superintelligence” because “artificial” made it sound fake.

Motherfucker, what do you think ARTIFICIAL MEANS?

Your face is the color of a Cheez-It. Let’s not get precious about authenticity.

And don’t worry about reining it in, folks. We just need to change the name. The brakes don’t work, but Donald’s picked out a vanity plate.

What’s the worst that could happen? Somebody uses AI to cook up an extinction-level bioweapon? A little oopsie with the species?

We could wander straight into “Shall we play a game?” territory, but this cantankerous Creamsicle with the intellectual curiosity of a urinal cake was busy fixing the LABEL.

It’s a branding problem, folks. Little PR. Like renaming gonorrhea Super Mario Party.

Your dick’s still on fire, but congratulations, you can now win Rainbow Road.

“Artificial” offended his sensibilities, but annihilating Iran—a country of ninety million people—rolled right off his tongue.

“Or do I annihilate the Islamic Republic and do it quickly…?”

“Do I drive them into hell…?”

At the United fucking Nations.

He was talking about ninety million people like he was getting an estimate from Terminix.

Imagine if an Iranian president stood up there. Imagine if Ahmadinejad had come to the UN General Assembly and said: “Do I annihilate the Jewish state, and do it quickly? Do I drive Israel into hell?”

Imagine the Western response, the global response, the media outcry.

Republicans would’ve been on every channel demanding we bomb Iran before the translator finished the sentence. You know it. I know it. They would’ve understood every word, every implication, every reason a parent might pull their kid a little closer after hearing it.

But when Donald says it, we’re the assholes for being horrified. We’re overreacting. We don’t understand his humor. Well, explain the joke. Explain the funny part to somebody trying to raise a child in the country he just threatened to erase.

But I’m supposed to swallow that because we’ve already swallowed so much, to let yesterday’s disgrace make today’s easier to stomach. It doesn’t. It breaks something in me to love this country and watch him teach the world to fear what we’re becoming.

The president of the United States went to the United Nations and threatened genocide against a member state in front of the world.

Our country’s name is attached to that threat. Iranian children have to live under it.

This is where we’re at.

And from threatening people who have no say in how their country is run, he went straight to slobbering over somebody who keeps his own people that way. Out came the red carpet for Xi Jinping, the honor guard, American B-1 bombers overhead—our military providing the thunder while Donald provided the heavy breathing.

Look at that photograph. Xi barely changes expression. Trump looks like somebody just zipped his balls into a golf bag.

What the hell was that all about, by the way? I’ve seen some interesting chatter online.

And all that American pomp was for a guy whose people can’t vote him out, whose party has the courts by the throat, and whose government can drag its critics off to prison and torture them.

Donald looks at that and wonders why his presidency came with so much goddamn adult supervision.

When China scrapped presidential term limits in 2018, he said, “Maybe we’ll have to give that a shot someday.”

That’s covetous, crotch-quivering, crown-craving envy. He heard “president for life” and needed somebody to slide a menu over his lap. No voters to fire him, no judges telling him no, no obligation to ever pack up his shit and leave.

And we’re supposed to laugh like the guy who tried to overturn an election is kidding about wanting to stop having them.

He even had an excuse when asked about accusations that Chinese companies supplied Iran with satellite imagery before a strike that killed three American troops: “They basically do what we do.”

What the literal fuck?

Three Americans dead, and he sounded like somebody took his parking space at Costco. He had an entire speech’s worth of praise for himself and one shrug for the people who risked their lives under his orders.

And none of it got in the way of the welcome. While our service members fight an illegal, unconstitutional war with no exit strategy in sight, their crepey, concealer-caked, candy-corn-colored Commander-in-Chief is practically pulling a hamstring trying to kiss Xi’s ass.

Where the fuck are the Reagan Republicans? Where is their outrage?

These cowards of convenience have spent years prostrating themselves before this prick, surrendering one principle after another until their patriotism could fit on a lapel and everything else was for sale. He can humiliate America and lick the loafers of despots, and they’ll still insist the real threat is an imaginary transgender child on an imaginary softball team.

They can sniff out communism in a school lunch, these flag-fondling, freedom-fetishizing frauds, but put an actual communist leader beside Donald and watch them swallow their tongues.

A kid gets a free sandwich and it’s the Bolshevik Revolution. Xi got bombers and we’re supposed to appreciate the diplomacy.

We roll out the red carpet for Putin and Xi while we shit on our closest allies daily. The American government under Trump and his cultist Republican Party is a disgrace.

He’s turning our country’s identity inside out—who we believe we are, who the rest of the world sees when they look at us—and taking with him the things we still wanted to believe about ourselves.

And yes, there’s a long, ugly argument that we were already the bad guys, but standing at the United Nations and announcing that he can unilaterally wipe another country off the planet leaves a hell of a lot less room to argue otherwise, especially with an entire Republican Party at his feet, surrendering everything they once swore made us different and leaving the rest of us searching for our country in the things they’re willing to throw away.

Look, I know we’re numb to a lot of this shit. Believe me, I get it. My Instagram algorithm is slow cooker recipes, workout videos, and doomsday prepping at this point. Here’s a chicken marinade. Here’s a glute exercise. Here’s how long drinking water keeps in a bathtub.

I’m trying to make dinner and determine whether civilization has a return policy.

And whether I’m laughing at him or trying not to panic, he’s still up there “representing” our country. Our name. Our reputation. Our national identity.

Future generations are going to watch this footage and wonder if we were all fucking high.

Because a plurality of the dumbest dumbfucks who ever dumbed watched the first term of this shitshow, forgot what a disaster it was, blinded themselves with irrational hatred of other people, and put the motherfucker back in that office AGAIN.

But on behalf of the sane Americans who didn’t vote for this shit and are tethered to the inside of this endless tantrum, please believe me when I tell you:

He does not speak for us.

We are embarrassed. We are angry. We are sick. We are scared.

And we are determined to make this shit right.

Because he does NOT speak for us.

He never has, and he never fucking will.

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He's Fucking Delusional

Little Donny Fuckface is what would happen if an overripe diaper became a real boy. he’s that full of shit.

the United Nations General Assembly in is session right now, and yesterday was Donny’s turn to address the gathered diplomats and heads of state.

unlike last year, Dear Leader and his Slovenian rent-a-wife were never in danger of getting escalatored to smithereens.

nor did Donny’s teleprompter go fuckity-bye right in the middle of his speech, as it did last year — but you kind of wish it had, though. because the prepared text that Donny read from yesterday was a big bucket of holy shit.

“I have a big decision to make. will a deal be made with Iran that lets them rebuild and create a far greater country than it ever was before, maybe one of the greatest in the Middle East or even the world? or do I annihilate the Islamic Republic and do it quickly, never giving them a chance to kill and destroy people and countries again? do I drive them into hell with no chance of survival and no hope of future greatness or generations? but I believe we will make a deal, right after the election.”

Jesus H Christ. lighten the fuck up, Francis.

who even talks like this? what part of United Nations does Donny need explained to him? you’re not supposed to stand up and casually threaten to send another member nation to hell. the only uniting that Donny is doing, is uniting the rest of the world against us. we’re a rogue nation now. America — the country where the United Nations chose to be headquartered, because back in 1945, no one could have imagined that Donny’s dystopian hellscape is the country we would become, 81 years later.

oh, and mad props to whoever it was at MSNOW who wrote this caption.

“Trump touts being a peacemaker while asking if he should annihilate Iran.”

if that doesn’t say it all, I don’t know what does.

Donny is like an ill-mannered six-year-old at another kid’s birthday party, and all he can talk about is how he wants to smash everyone else’s toys. he’s a psychopath. 

how many times has he now threatened to fuck Iran’s shit but good? by my count, it’s exactly elventyskillionpickledillion. if it’s a day that ends in y, Donny’s threatening total obliteration, like no one thought possible.

during Donny’s tirade, the Iranian delegation got up and walked out — but if it had been me, I would have just sat there, rolling my eyes and miming jerk-off motions, because let’s get real. Donny’s not going to do any of that shit.he’s all mouth and no brain, and everyone who isn’t already a cultist is so fucking tired of Donny’s worn-out act.

oh, and Donny didn’t just vow to get all explodey with Iran. he also threatened Mexico and Cuba, and bragged about having stolen all of Venezuela’s oil. perfectly normal stuff — if you’re an out-of-control madman.

but if you thought Donny’s Iran rant was pure crazypants, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. get ready for a triple-fuckton of gibberish.

“the United States also totally rejects any attempt to construct a globalist scheme to control for the— artificial INTELLIGENCE being spoken of SO MUCH now, herein and after officially called SUPER— intelligence. changing the name, and that the use of the word artificial makes intelligence fake. it makes intelligence fake. it makes it sound fake, and it is not fake. it’s actually— amazing. but we have to be careful. IN FACT, it is exactly the opposite of— what it— purports. from this point forward, ALL OF United States documents and hopefully the world’s will be changed to use the much more ACCURATE term SUPER, as opposed to artificial. so it’s— super— intelligence. in other words, WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD of super intelligence, dash, SI. SI. let’s see if that goes. sounds much better, it is much better, and it’s much more accurate. let’s see if I have any power. maybe I do and maybe I don’t. we’re going to find out pretty soon. SUPER INTELLIGENCE. every major new technology brings challenges.”

oh my god. the prepared text was ‘intelligence — SI’ and Donny read it as ‘intelligence dash SI.’ what a fucking idiot.

imagine being a world leader, or a top member of your nation’s diplomatic corps, and having your time and expertise wasted by having to sit there and listen to some low-wattage idiot shit out his crazypants idea to rename janky, six-fingered plagiarism robots.

welcome to Donny’s latest infantile obsession. while the entire world goes to shit all around us, Dear Leader’s got a grand scheme to rename AI to SI.

why should Donny — or anyone — give a shit what AI is called? because he and his felonious sons are heavily invested in data centers, that’s why.they stand to make a mint off this shit, and so — while the rest of us are worried about some rogue AI causing an extinction-level event — this corrupt old carnival barker thinks he can make AI more marketable by renaming it.

oh, and speaking of Donny’s fixation on names, check out this bit, from his meeting with the UK’s brand spanking new Prime Minister.

“he asks good questions, but— and I think there’s a tremendous patriotism, in Britain. we call it the United Kingdom, Britain, sometimes England, you to back to the old— it’s got more names than any other place in the world. and sometimes you have to be educated as to what— but uh, there’s great patriotism in the country. and they want to see— great things happen.”

they say that first impressions are everything — and Donny’s fucktangle of incoherence was British PM’s Andy Burnham very first impression of Dear Leader. 

as a head of state, how can you possibly prep for that? it’s one thing to have your advisors brief you on what to expect. ‘sir, he’s a little bit— unusual.’

it’s another thing entirely to actually sit right beside him and smell the diaper, gaze at the clownish makeup, the rotting hands and the neckgina, and actually hear the gibberish seeping from his rancid anus-mouth — some fuckbrained nonsense about how ‘the UK has so many names, and you have to be educated.’

that’s right, PM Burham, everything you were told about how Donny is ‘as if Dunning and Kruger had a baby, and then dropped it on its head,’is true.

but you know, it’s not just the United Kingdom’s that known by a lot of names. so is our own country. 

we’re America. we’re the United States, we’re the USA — and now we’re Donny Convict’s Dystopian Hellscape.

lucky us.

now let’s watch Dear Leader’s head explode when CNN’s Kaitlan Collins has the utter temerity to ask him a question.

Kaitlan Collins: “Mr President, two thirds of Americans don’t think the US is winning the war with Iran. When will it end?”

Donny: “I’m surprised that CNN is here covering me.”

Collins: “the United Nations allowed us in, sir.”

Donny: “you should not be here covering me. you said you weren’t going to be covering me. you shouldn’t be covering me.”

boo fucking hoo, bro. your infantile ban (and the subsequent major network boycott) only applies to what goes on in the White House. Kaitlan Collins has every right to be in the United Nations, questioning you about your unwinnable Iranian clusterfuck that indeed, no one asked for and is overwhelmingly unpopular.

dry your eyes and eat binkie, Preznit Piss-Baby.

and so, another of Donny’s yearly spectacles at the United Nations has come and gone — and, as usual, he shit the bed, completely embarrassing himself and his country.

he threatened allies and adversaries. he praised himself, and boasted about his imaginary accomplishments. he rambled incoherently about insignificant shit that matters to no one but him — and he whined like the colicky piss-baby he is.

remember, none of this is normal — and someday, this war’s gonna end.

the midterm elections are just 41 days away. let’s see if we can restore dignity and sanity to this country — and maybe even begin to dismantle Donny’s dystopian hellscape.

vote.

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.

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