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The Gaslighting Continues And No One Calls Him Out On It
other98: trump’s latest whopper is that vandals took a knife to the new paint job at the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool, and somehow the National Park Service, the cops, and half the press played along like that made sense. A deputy director swore in a court filing that the liner was “cut with a sharp knife or razor,” but anyone scrolling through the literally hundreds of photos out there can see that coating peeling and flaking off in chunks, with zero sign of a clean blade cut anywhere. Nobody grabs a knife when they want to strip paint off concrete, that is just not a thing that happens.
This is the gaslighting playbook we have watched for years now. trump says something insane, officials back him up, then the media repeats it like gospel, and the public is left wondering if they are the crazy one for noticing the obvious gap between the claim and the evidence. We saw it with the stolen 2020 election lie that still will not die, we saw it with the Haitians eating pets nonsense that got repeated on a debate stage, and we saw it after the rally shooting when his ear reportedly took a graze and somehow looked flawless days later with barely a mark, no real explanation given, and nobody in mainstream coverage pushed very hard on it. And on and on and on for ten damn years of this rambling maniac’s word being taken seriously.
Each time, the same pattern plays out. A claim with no real evidence gets stated, officials nod along, and the press treats repetition as confirmation instead of doing the basic work of checking it against what people can literally see with their own eyes. The whole scenario is right out of Orwell’s 1984 where he wrote, “The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.”
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Thursday Tiedrich
Little Donny Fuckface pretty much exists in a state of permanent rage these days. he’s Big Mad at the whole world.
he’s mad at Antifa, because they keep dropping their foul algae into his beautiful Epstein Reflecting Pool. he’s mad at the tourists, because they keep touching the Pool with their grubby little peon hands. he’s mad at that fucking inflatable frog, because it won’t stop mocking him
he’s mad at Iran, because they keep forgetting they’re supposed to lose his don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on them.
and he’s mad at Obama, because he’s always mad at Obama. how dare a black man be so handsome and cool.
but right now, there’s no one Donny’s madder at than Senate Republicans.
yesterday morning, those selfsame Senate Reps had gussied up Statuary Hall, because Preznit Fuckwit was coming over to sign their shiny new bipartisan housing legislation.
look at how pretty they made it. lookit all them flags.
and that’s the exact moment Donny chose to be all ‘fuck those fucking flags, straight up the old patoot.’
Today’s Housing News Conference and Signing is hereby cancelled until such time as we pass the desperately needed SAVE AMERICA ACT, which I consider to be a National Emergency. Thank you for your attention to this matter! President DJT
and that, my friends, is the main reason Donny’s all knicker-twisted at the Senate GOP. they refuse to pass his ‘Save America Act’ — which, you’ll be shocked to learn, does nothing at all to ‘save America.’ it’s really a more of a ‘save Donny’s rancid ass act,’ because what it actually does is allow Dear Leader to fuck with the upcoming midterm elections and tip the scales in his favor.
Senate Republican won’t even put the Save America bill up for a vote, because they know that Democrats will filibuster the thing straight into the Phantom Zone. which brings us to the second thing Donny’s mad at the GOP for: they refuse to shitcan the filibuster.
by the way, at the same time Donny was not-tweeting his tantrum, he also not-tweeted this:
MY REAL POLL NUMBERS ARE THE HIGHEST THEY HAVE EVER BEEN. THANK YOU!!! President DJT
this poll was conducted by the very reputable firm These Voters Are Definitely In The Room With Us Right Now, which happens to be headquartered inside Donny’s own fat head.
now here’s where our narrative gets super fucking childish, because of course it does. this is a story about Dear Leader and Republicans. how could it not get infantile?
at 1pm, Donny did show up at the Senate — but it wasn’t because he’d had a change of heart about signing the housing bill. it was so he could hold a behind-closed-doors shout-fest with his own party.
Inside that closed-door lunch, Senator Bill Cassidy stood up and began yelling at the President of the United States. Trump told him to sit down. He refused. Trump called him a lunatic. Cassidy called him brother. Trump told him he was not his brother. And still, the shouting continued, until the senators sitting beside Cassidy quietly urged him to sit down.
here’s how one anonymous Republican described it to NOTUS:
He’s having a fucking tantrum.
holy shitballs, Batman. the Senate doesn’t need a Majority Leader — it needs a nun with a ruler.
Republicans have every right to be pissed off at Donny right now. first of all, he cancelled that bill-signing without giving them any advance warning — while they were in the middle of holding a press conference about it — making them all look like dipshits.
French Hill touts bipartisan Housing Bill, as Trump cancels signing mid-conference: “Let’s show the American people what legislating looks like…We did that in conjunction with President Trump and his priorities.”
and make no mistake, The 21st Century ROAD to Housing Act is a good bill.
The bill increases housing supply, cuts red tape and outdated environmental review requirements that slow down construction, and restricts large institutional investors, the ones who own 350 or more single-family homes, from buying up even more of the housing stock. It also creates grant programs to help local governments reform zoning, supports rural and manufactured housing, and expands small-dollar mortgage access.
the bill passed the Senate 85 to 5, and the House 358 to 32.
faceless corporations driving up the cost of housing by buying up all available stock and turning it into rental properties — preventing We the People from ever becoming homeowners — is a serious problem in America right now, and this bill would finally address the issue.
for once in their evil little lives, Republicans actually committed a Responsible Governing and did something that benefits We the People — and here comes Donny, to clownfuck it all straight into the dumpster, because he’s a colicky piss-baby hell-bent on score-settling.
Republicans don’t need Donny fucking with their shit right now. they’re fighting for their political lives, and it’s all Dear Leader’s fault. none of the crap that Donny’s inflicted on America is popular, and voters are taking it out on the GOP. Republicans needed this bill to get signed into law. they needed something to brag about to their pissed-off constituents.
as I wrote on February 24,
aside from the brain-dead cultists for whom Dear Leader can never ever do wrong, nobody voted for any of the fascist shit going on right now.
nobody voted for the historic and stately East Wing to be demolished so that Donny can replace it with some vulgar Epstein Dance Hall — and speaking of Donny’s dead pedo bestie, nobody voted for the continuing cover-up of a massive pedophile ring.
nobody voted for off-the-charts corruption and greed.
nobody voted for masked ICE thugs teargassing children, and murdering anyone who looks at them funny. nobody voted for innocent immigrants to be disappeared off the streets and shipped off to far-away slave-labor gulags.
nobody voted for our allies to be insulted and ignored, or for Ukraine to be thrown to the wolves, or for Greenland to be perpetually harassed, or for Venezuela to become a vassal state.
nobody voted for the price of everything continuing to skyrocket — especially when Donny promised bring all that shit down on Day One.
and I wrote that three days before Donny started his unprovoked, unnecessary and illegal don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran, closing down the Strait of Hormuz and spiking the price of gas. nobody voted for that shit, either.
oh, and I’ve got a message for all these Republicans who are now running around with their hair on fire because their reelection prospects just went fuckity-bye:
boo fucking hoo — because now comes the part where We the People throw our heads back in laughter.
you did this to yourselves. you sealed your fate when you abdicated your constitutionally-mandated role as a check on the presidency, and gave this fascist fuckface free reign to do whatever the hell he wanted, never once blocking any of his shit-brained schemes.
incoherent tariffs? go for it, Dear Leader. unconstitutional executive orders? you do you, bro. fire all the experts and replace them with morons? sounds good to us. prosecute political enemies? knock yourself out. kick millions of people off their healthcare so that gazillionaires can have another tax cut? have at it. wage illegal wars and alienate all our allies? what could possibly go wrong?
and now it’s too late to undo the damage Donny has wrought on your political futures, and you’re all so, so sad.
here you go, GOP. enjoy a round of tiny violin.
meanwhile, Donny remains laser-focused on the issues that are really important.
reporter: “buying a home is unattainable for so many Americans. is this election legislation more important to you than resolving the housing crisis?”
Trump: “every election is important. we’re doing very well. they want a lot of communists to come in … and this country is not going to have communists.”
I would love for one reporter to ask Donny ‘what’s a communist?’ I’d love it almost as much as I’d love for some reporter to finally win my What The Fuck Is Wrong With You Challenge™, which I must point out is now in its 2,277th day.
oh wait, did I say up at the top of this post that Donny’s mad at everyone? that’s not actually true. there’s one person whom Donny is head-over-heels smitten with.
get your barf-bag ready, because I’m talking about that weird stalker who’s attached herself to Donny like some fucked-up barnacle. I’m talking about Natalie Harp.
[I first read that as “The president banged his 34-year old personal assistant,” which is probably more accurate than the original statement. – MA]
The president bragged that his 34-year-old personal assistant, who rarely leaves his side, is “the only one who loved him as much as his wife and his kids.”
eww.
news flash for Donny: Ms. Harp loves you a whole lot more than the Slovenian rent-a-wife who married you for your money, never smiles in your presence, recoils at your touch, and refuses to share your bed. she doesn’t love you at all.
neither do your children.
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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Well Damn. No Big Beautiful Obituary. So Another Day Of Stupid…
the thing about Donny’s Reflecting Pool debacle is that everyone can see with their own eyes just how badly he’s fucked up.
this isn’t like some don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war half a world away, or some loony policy decision whose ruinous effects won’t come to light for months or years.
no, this one’s a huge clownfucked mess, and it’s right there in front of everyone’s faces.
and so Donny’s decided to solve this self-inflicted disaster in the most Donny way possible: by declaring that if you touch his beloved Pool, you’re going to jail for a millionty skillion years.
The United States Park Police have arrested multiple individuals for vandalizing our Nations magnificent Reflecting Pool. Who would do such a thing? These are very serious crimes having to do with the destruction of National Monuments. Years in jail! Work will begin immediately on its repair. President DJT
years in jail! make them do hard labor! feed them bread and water! off with their fucking heads!
let’s be crystal clear here: nobody is vandalizing Dear Leader’s big watery shitpile. that’s a fever-swamp hallucination that exists only inside Donny’s waterlogged head.
nobody is doing this. nobody is going down the the Atifa store and buying the biggest goddamned Antifa knife they can, and the heading over to the Pool — which has 24-hour live cameras directed at it seven days a week — and somehow slashing the shit out of it, and then making a clean getaway, without being seen.
what people are being carted away in handcuffs for is touching the paint chips that have already broken off, or fishing them out of the water.
one person charged told The Post he touched the peeling paint but did not cause damage. Another was heard telling officers she pulled a piece of floating paint out of the water.
what an excellent use of law enforcement time and resources, nailing people for the heinous crime of Grand Theft Paint Chips — all because the colicky piss-baby in the Oval Bordello can’t ever take responsibility for his own fuck-ups.
it’s all so fucking stupid and childish. nonetheless, America’s tipsiest US Attorney was all over Fox News yesterday, vowing to prosecute any miscreant or ne’er-do-well who even looks at the Reflecting Pool funny.
“these are cases that will be prosecuted to the full extent. if there are more serious products that are put into the Reflecting Pool to create more algae, or a bigger problem, then we’ll consider more serious charges. but make no mistake: making DC beautiful is a priority, and if you damage, vandalize, or do anything to impact something like the Reflecting Pool, you can be prosecuted.”
once again: nobody is doing this. nobody is vandalizing the Pool. nobody is putting ‘products’ into the pool to ‘create more algae.’ they don’t even sell that shit at the Antifa store. I just checked.
Jeanine Pirro — who was appointed to her job because she’s loyal, not because she’s competent (or sober) — is going to prosecute innocent people who did nothing wrong, just to please Dear Leader.
this is so dumb. this is the Sandwich Guy all over again.
remember the Sandwich Guy? he was the dude who got arrested for lobbing his lunch at a DC cop.
Tipsy McBoxwine was so super fucking horny to make an example out of Sandwich Guy that she dressed up in Holstein cow cosplay to moo loudly about how she was going to prosecute the shit out of him.
remember what happened next? she tried to get a grand jury to indict Sandwich Guy for felony assault, and the grand jurors were all ‘are you kidding us, Jeanine? it’s a fucking sandwich.’
most prosecutors would have let it go after that, but because Pirro is apparently as big a glutton for self-humiliation as Dear Leader is, she then charged Sandwich Guy with a misdemeanor, and wasted taxpayer money on a pointless, three-day trial.
spoiler alert: Sandwich Guy got acquitted, because it was a fucking sandwich, Jeanine.
and now, here were are all over again. Pirro is going to waste government resources and money on pointless show trials, and fuck with the lives of innocent people — and in the end, all these people are going to walk free, because it’s fucking paint chips, Jeanine.
let’s recap just how the fuck we got here.
Donny invented an imaginary problem where none existed, and then bragged that he was the only person in the world who could solve it. without bothering to consult a single expert, he handed a juicy contract worth millions to an incompetent crony, who did a slapdash job that went way over budget. then, without waiting to see what the actual results were, he praised himself and took a victory lap. when it all blew up in his big, dumb pumpkin face, he hired some other unqualified crony to implement a ‘fix’ that just made the everything worse — at which point he started blaming everyone else and whining about how it was all a conspiracy against him. so unfair! so unfair!
if all that sounds familiar, that’s because it is. this is the same template Donny applies to every single one of his fuck-ups, whether it’s a bankrupt casino or a botched don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran.
and now, Donny has the National Guard ‘protecting’ his fugly green Pool, because of course he does.
that’s Donny’s ultimate solution to everything, to turn America in a police state.
lucky us.
we haven’t had a Hero of the Day for a while, so let’s have one now: the person or persons posting on Instagram as vjaybombs.
they’ve been projecting awesome images all over DC. check this out.
my favorite is Nosferatu McGoebbels as a bat, projected onto the Lincoln Monument.
the link to the original video on Instagram is here. go show them some love.
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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A Message Of Positivity From John Pavlovitz On This Solstice
Hey there, dear Beautiful Mess-Makers!
If you’re reading this, you’re here and alive, and that’s a pretty big deal. Sometimes, I need to remind myself of that. As an Olympic-level control freak, I have to admit I’m not thriving lately.
Most of the time, I do my best to convince myself that I’ve got a firm handle on the events of the day; that my preparation, competency, and sheer will will all sustain and shield me from too much chaos.
It’s a comforting illusion when it holds—and lately, it ain’t.
These spectacularly chaotic days are a reminder that I’m not as invulnerable or in command as I’d like to be, and I don’t like that feeling.
Right now, you, too, may be facing the frustration of seeing so much that feels beyond your control. There is a helplessness that compassionate people feel witnessing the kind of wide-scale suffering that seems impossible to hold, and that’s because it is. The transgressions of the powerful and the wounds they inflict are too numerous and pervasive to attend to completely.
But that doesn’t mean we still can’t be in control inside the chaos. Our agency is found in our choices, in the infinitesimal decisions we make in how we spend our time, use our voices, and engage the world around us.
The only real control we have is in how we decide to show up in the world, no matter what the condition of that world is.
Today, resist the temptation to be disheartened by the pain in your path, the cruelty you come across, or the hatred that seems to be winning.
Inventory what is within your control and choose wisely.
You’re alive. That’s really good news…
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Fucking Delusional!
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Despite all his wealth, Musk’s existence is a cautionary tale.
“What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”— some homeless Palestinian
Elon Musk is, at least on paper, the world’s first trillionaire. He reached that milestone on June 12, after SpaceX debuted as a publicly-traded company on the U.S. stock market at an initial offering of $150 per share. At the time of writing, that price has risen to about $185, taking Musk’s estimated net worth to $1.4 trillion as the company becomes bigger than Amazon. Depending on how you evaluate the historical Malian emperor Mansa Musa, Musk may be the richest person to ever live.
Among pro-capitalist pundits, Musk’s ascension to trillionaire status has been the occasion for a round of sycophantic applause, as they all rush to tell us why it’s good for one individual to control this much of the world’s resources. At Fox News, we’re told that Musk “earned every penny,” and is living proof that “capitalism continues to reward individuals who create extraordinary value.” Similarly, an op-ed in the Los Angeles Timestells us that his SpaceX fortune is “a testament to human ingenuity, immigrant success and American greatness.” The National Review offers “Three Cheers For Elon Musk,” calling criticism of his hyper-wealth “revolting. Repulsive. Grotesque. Un-American.”
Now, there are all kinds of political and economic reasons why these claims are wrong, and we’ve discussed them at some length elsewhere. Two of the most important are that by hoarding wealth, billionaires and now trillionaires are actively keeping other people in poverty, making the whole thing monstrously unethical, and that their vast fortunes allow them to buy political power and make a mockery of the word “democracy.” Both of these things are true of Musk, who has bragged about using his wealth to get Donald Trump elected and likely killed hundreds of thousands of peopleacross Africa with his “DOGE” aid cuts. (If you start to count the lives Musk could save if he put his money to good use, the numbers get even more staggering.)
But another, morbidly fascinating aspect of this whole moment is that, despite possessing wealth that rivals the emperors of the ancient world, Musk’s existence is a bizarre and cursed one in many important ways. His personal relationships with the people closest to him, by all appearances, are dysfunctional and abusive to varying degrees. He desperately wants to be adored by the public, but with every attempt, their approval slips further from his grasp. Instead of enjoying his money and leisure, he spends his waking hours obsessing over racist conspiracy theories and paranoid fantasies about the end of the world. And to add the final insult, he doesn’t even have a trillion dollars in any real sense; he just has to spend a lot of time and energy keeping up an elaborate fiction that he does.
In a way, Musk’s fans are right: he’s a perfect example of capitalism at work, with its relentless drive for growth and acquisition at the expense of everything else. It’s just that those are terrible principles to base a human life on.
You Can’t Buy Human Connection
It’s an old truism that money can’t buy the things that truly matter in life. This is only sort of the case. Money can certainly buy you a lot of the necessities that make it easier to be happy, like stable housing, leisure time, and better health, and research suggests that up until you hit about $100,000 per year in income, money can indeed improve your life satisfaction. But it’s also true that just because you’re wealthy, it doesn’t mean anyone will like you, especially if your money and status corrupt your ability to have healthy relations with other people.
Elon Musk’s first wife, Justine Wilson, has recounted what it was like to be married to him, and it was about as unpleasant as you might expect. Musk was initially charming, but she says that there was a disturbing warning sign when he told her during a dance at their wedding reception that “I am the alpha in this relationship.” Unfortunately, she said, “the will to compete and dominate that made him so successful in business did not magically shut off when he came home,” and in their family “Elon’s judgment overruled mine, and he was constantly remarking on the ways he found me lacking.” When she frequently reminded him that she was his wife, not an employee, he would apparently reply “If you were my employee I would fire you.” Despite their “dream lifestyle, privileged and surreal,” Musk was a terrible husband, and she felt “disposable.” Wilson told him she wanted “equality, partnership, and “to love and be loved.” He was unwilling to provide them, and told her in effect that “our status quo works for me, so it should work for you.” When she made clear that it didn’t, he divorced her the next day.
Within weeks of filing for divorce in 2008, Musk was dating the much-younger British actress Talulah Riley. The two married, then divorced, then married again, then divorced again, and Musk’s second wife, like his first, felt “she had given up her own career, while he frequently abandoned her for his.” Perhaps the trillionaire’s most high-profile relationship has been with the musician Grimes, with whom he shares three children—X Æ A-Xii, Exa Dark Sideræl, and Techno Mechanicus. (To be fair, some of the blame for the naming may belong to Grimes, who now says she’s changed Exa Dark Siderael’s name to simply the letter “y” or a question mark, representing “the eternal question… and such.”) This relationship, too, ended badly, spilling out onto Twitter, with Grimes reporting that she had been going bankrupt in a massive custody battle with Musk.
These are not Musk’s only children. The prolific breeder has at least 14 by various mothers. (Plus those to whom he gives his sperm away, whose numbers are unknown.) Musk has made it clear that he values quantity of procreative output over the quality of his relationships with his kids. Ever the student of history, he decided to populate the world with as many of his genetic offspring as possible, reportedly “after reading that Genghis Khan had done something similar.” (Good role model, Genghis Khan.) He is terrified of population decline, and “really wants smart people to have kids.” Musk appears to hold the pure genetic determinist view that what matters is not whether you’re involved with a child’s life but whether you have Good Smart Person Genes, which he believes he does. He also reportedly believes that “your wealth is directly linked to your IQ,” and so encouraged “all the rich men he knew” to reproduce.
Unsurprisingly, Musk goes about this project in the creepiest way imaginable, sliding into women’s DMs on the social media platform he owns, Twitter/X. The Wall Street Journal reports that he replies to lesser-known users and “sometimes interacts through direct messages, some of whom he eventually solicits to have his babies.” Social media influencer Tiffany Fong, for instance, noticed that Musk “started liking and replying to her posts,” driving engagement and revenue to her account, and then “sent her a direct message asking if she was interested in having his child,” even though they had never met in person. Fong declined, and when Musk found out that she had told others about his offer, he chastised her and unfollowed her, leading her new earnings to evaporate.
Musk has even preyed on women who have worked for him, with a former employee saying he “asked her on multiple occasions to have his babies.” Shivon Zilis, a Neuralink executive and former project director at Tesla, testified in a court proceeding that Musk “was encouraging everyone around him at that time to have kids and he’d noticed I did not,” so he “offered to make a donation.” Zilis went on to have four of Musk’s children, and attained “special status” among the mothers of his “legion” (his name for his progeny) because he actually spends some time with her. Zilis has said that “I can’t possibly think of genes I would prefer for my children.” But note that she did notsay “I can’t possibly think of a man I would prefer to raise my children with.” According to the Wall Street Journal, Zilis moved to “a compound in Austin where Musk imagined the women and his growing number of babies would all live among multiple residences,” although Grimes reportedly refused to move to the property.
In 2022, Business Insider reported that Musk exposed himself to a flight attendant on his jet, rubbed her leg, and offered to buy her a horse if she would give him a hand job. (Note that many men do not have to offer to exchange horses for hand jobs, because there are women in the world willing to have sex with them for free, due to their winning personalities. Musk, lacking such an asset, must resort to equine bribery.) Tesla ended up paying the woman $250,000 to keep quiet about the incident. After the story broke, SpaceX employees posted “an internal letter protesting what they viewed as the company’s failure to take harassment allegations seriously,” after which eight of them were fired, leading them to file a complaint with the NLRB.
It has to be said, this set of psychosexual preoccupations bears a striking resemblance to those of Musk’s fellow oligarch, the late Jeffrey Epstein. Musk seems to have a higher age preference, as all of the women he’s been publicly involved with have been over 18 (for instance, Riley was 22 and Musk was 37 when they began dating.) But like Musk, Epstein reportedly hoped to “seed the human race with his DNA by impregnating women” on a large scale, and had a compound of his own at Zorro Ranch in New Mexico for that purpose. Like Musk, much of his harassment took place on a private plane, where the women in question were a captive audience. There are even emails between the two, sent on Christmas Day in 2013, where Musk rather pathetically begged to visit Epstein’s properties. The common denominator between the two men is treating women as things to acquire and collect, rather than people. It’s a form of perversity that’s really only available to the super-rich.
Musk is an objectively terrible father to his “legion.” Many of his children he appears to have little interest in communicating with at all. When he was asked what was so great about having children, he said that kids were “delightful” but “struggled to come up with any other reasons that had anything to do with building a relationship with the children themselves.” Musk has ignored Grimes, who had pleaded to keep their son X out of the limelight and protect his privacy, instead dragging his toddler in front of TV cameras repeatedly. The worst example of Musk’s parenting, though, is his disavowal of his 22-year-old trans daughter, Vivian Jenna Wilson, whom he has publicly condemned, saying “she was ‘not a girl’ and was figuratively ‘dead,’” alleging that “he had been ‘tricked’ into authorizing trans-related medical treatment for her.” Musk’s transphobia is so extreme that he says he got into right-wing politics specifically because of Wilson, and his public attacks on her are even more galling given that when he comments negatively about someone online they tend to receive threats. For her part, Wilson says that her father “would harass her for exhibiting feminine traits,” on one trip “constantly yelling at me viciously because my voice was too high.” He was neglectful and absent, but also “cruel” and “cold” when present, “uncaring and narcissistic,” as well as “quick to anger.” (This is consistent with accounts of how Musk treats his employees as well.) Wilson notes that she doesn’t actually know exactly how many half-siblings she has, along with the extraordinary fact that “if I had a nickel for every time I found out I had half siblings through Reddit, I’d have two nickels… which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?”
The influencer Ashley St. Clair, who had one of Musk’s children in 2024, said that while Musk seemed “very normal” before she got pregnant, “it just got so f—king weird.” When the child was born, Musk requested to keep his name off the birth certificate, while one of his deputies pressured her “to sign documents keeping the father of the baby and details regarding her relationship with Musk secret in return for[…] a one-time fee of $15 million for a home and living expenses, plus an additional $100,000 a month until the baby turned 21.” But after St. Clair expressed support for Musk’s trans daughter, Musk said he was “filing for full custody today” because her “support for trans ideology meant that she was ‘implying she might transition a one-year-old boy.’” He also “sought a gag order in New York to force Ms. St. Clair to stop speaking publicly.” In other words, in addition to his cruel treatment of his trans daughter, he threatened to keep one of his other children from seeing their mom because St. Clair disavowed transphobia. Again, the theme of treating people as possessions returns, because Musk is interested in his children only if they turn out the way he prefers; otherwise, he’ll cast them aside as he might a defective rocket engine.
Building a healthy, loving family, then, and building normal human relationships, are something Musk has no interest in, and likely couldn’t achieve even if he did. His vast wealth allows him to treat people like dirt and suffer few consequences. When the mother of one of his children displeases him, he can threaten to ruin her with a costly custody battle. When he is accused of sexual harassment, he can cut a check. But the end result of all of this is multiple failed marriages and an ever-growing brood of biological children who will lack any kind of meaningful parent-child relationship with their dad.
You Can’t Buy Cool
If his relationships to the people close to him are a train wreck, Musk’s relationship with the public isn’t much better. As the years go on, it’s become clear that he badly wants to be seen as cool, funny, and popular, and yet the harder he tries to win everyone’s admiration, the less cool he becomes. Lately, his public antics just exude a desperate, sweaty energy that makes him painful to watch. There was the godawful “let that sink in” joke that he used to announce his arrival to Twitter’s headquarters, carrying a physical porcelain sink; the stupid X-shaped jumping jack he kept doing for a while, apparently to resemble the logo of “X the Everything App”; the cowboy hat incident; the photo he posted of his bedside table with a huge gun and four cans of Diet Coke on it; the poem (Maybe religion’s not so bad / To keep you from being sad). In his comprehensive, largely flattering biography, Walter Isaacson writes that Musk’s “jokes tended to be filled with smirking references to 69, other sex acts, body fluids, pooping, farts, dope smoking, and topics that would crack up a dorm room of stoned freshmen.” (More like a classroom of sixth-graders.)
At one point, Musk admitted that he pays other people to play video games for him, so he’ll quickly get the highest scores and levels and Twitch streamers will see him as a “living god of video games.” For him, the point is not to enjoy the games, but to acquire whatever token or icon marks you as having won them, and thus earn the admiration of nerds who watch livestreams all day. And he couldn’t even get that, because when Musk attempted to stream himself playing Path of Exile 2 last year, the audience trolled him relentlessly, posting “YOU HAVE NO REAL FRIENDS AND WILL DIE ALONE” over and over in the chat box. But just caring about this kind of thing in the first place is the pathetic part, and apparently no amount of money can fix that.
In fact, the money itself may be the problem. Once you reach a certain level of wealth, if you’re not careful, you become surrounded by “yes men” who tell you everything you come up with is brilliant, no matter how non-brilliant it actually is. It’s a familiar pattern with American celebrities and financial elites. Howard Hughes had his mansion full of urine jars. Michael Jackson had his oxygen chamber and monkey, and his staff largely overlooked his questionable relations with children. Ye has his song where he rhymed “they don’t understand the things I say on Twitter” with “Heil Hitler.” (Notably, Musk and the artist formerly named Kanye West were friends for over a decade.) This is the kind of behavior where, if any non-rich person tried it, they’d be socially ostracized, sent for mental treatment, or at the very least told to shut up. But where an ordinary person might be considered “weird,” “creepy,” or “banned from the mall,” the rich are merely “eccentric,” and get to carry on making a spectacle of themselves indefinitely.
The closest Musk ever came to being cool was in the early years, when he was still something of an underdog compared to the CEOs of the big aerospace and auto companies. Today, that’s gone, and his personal concept of “cool” is clearly just stuff he sees in video games, comic books, and YouTube and Reddit posts. To him, the height of “cool” is to pretend to be Iron Man, or post “epic memes” all day. It’s left him with a small, fanatical fanbase of similarly maladjusted internet guys, and he seems genuinely confused why everyone else in the world doesn’t love him, too.
One person who is cool is Musk’s daughter, Vivian Wilson, who is a proud leftist and opponent of billionaires who has posed for Vogue and is fronting major fashion campaigns. Ashley St. Clair has even speculated that part of the reason Musk has attacked Wilson is “jealousy,” that he is “just mad that Vivian is a million times cooler than he will ever be.” Even a trillion dollars cannot make a bitter, reactionary, terminally-online middle-aged deadbeat dad cooler than his fashion icon trans daughter.
You Can’t Buy Peace of Mind
Really, Musk doesn’t even seem to be enjoying his massive wealth that much. Many people, if they got hold of even a few million dollars—let alone a trillion—would be napping on a beach somewhere people have never heard of Twitter. Instead, Musk seems to spend a huge chunk of his free time on the app, responding to the most racist posts he can find. In that way, his life is not very different from that of the stereotypical, unemployed loser who lives in a basement and does the same, surrounded by empty Cheeto packets and Monster Energy cans. When you scroll through his feed, the sheer amount of racial fearmongering is overwhelming.
Take just a few examples from this June. Here’s Musk saying that “there are large numbers of anti-White hate crimes every day in America,” in a reply to a far-right account called “End Wokeness.” Here he is complaining that “the system is severely biased against Whites,” in response to the news that a white 19-year-old had been sentenced to 19 years in a British prison for “attempting to behead a Kurdish barber with an axe.” On another occasion, he retweeted someone called “Rothmus” who said that “the welfare state has been more destructive to the black family than slavery.” (This is a particularly offensive bit of nonsense, as enslaved people routinely had their young children taken from them by force and sold at auction, while the welfare state does not do that.) More often, Musk simply responds with “concerning” or “!!” to any post that highlights a crime committed by a Black person or an immigrant, bringing it to the attention of his 240 million followers—and by extension the entire app, since he has reportedly instructed the software engineers to boost his posts, whether anyone wants to see them or not.

The irony is that Musk is, by definition, one of the most powerful people in the world, and he’s visibly terrified of the least powerful. According to the Washington Post, Musk posted about “race and his concerns about perceived threats to Whiteness” 850 times between October 2025 and April 2026, for an average of four racist tweets per day. He has turned a major social media network into a sewer, and appears to spend hours every day posting this bile from his own phone. That’s approaching what Victorian physicians would have called a monomania, or an idée fixe—a singular, unhealthy obsession that consumes one’s life.
But it’s not quite fair to say Musk is single-mindedly obsessed with racial panic. He’s also obsessed with the end of the world, and seems to believe that he’s destined to play a messianic role in preserving humanity from otherwise certain doom. Musk told St. Clair that he was trying to produce his legion of children in anticipation of a coming cataclysm. “To reach legion-level before the apocalypse, we will need to use surrogates.” (Will the children die in the apocalypse? Will they be hidden in a bunker? It is not clear what Musk intends.) A key part of the sales pitch for SpaceX is that it will allow H. Sapiens to become a “multiplanetary species,” giving us a backup world (probably Mars, but possibly the Moon too) in case the Earth becomes uninhabitable. The exact cause of the impending crisis is a little vague. Sometimes Musk says superintelligent AI could “kill us all”; sometimes it’s a nuclear war with Russia; sometimes it’s “low birth rates,” which he claims will “end civilization.” The details don’t seem to matter as much as the apocalyptic frame of mind itself.
Not that Musk seems to find humanity itself particularly worth saving. He is not Zohran Mamdani, who seems most at home in huge crowds and among street food vendors and taxi drivers. In fact, Musk seems to abhor being around everyday people. Part of his gripe against public transit is that it involves being around “a bunch of random strangers, one of who might be a serial killer.” He wondered why someone would “want to get on something with a lot of other people,” which is part of why he posits ridiculous unworkable schemes to crisscross cities with auto tunnels—the concept of a train or bus is abhorrently collectivist. The feeling of disdain is mutual: polling shows Musk is the least-liked public figure in America among the general public.
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This Is What A Real President Looks Like
hey, remember when the President of the United States wasn’t a malignant toad who gleefully shits all over the values we hold dear? this guy does.
“it’s why the exhibits here focus not just on policies, but on the shared values that make democracy possible. a belief in the intrinsic dignity and worth of all people, and that no one is above the law — or beneath its protection. a belief in checks and balances in our government, and an accountability that comes with it. an independent judiciary, and a robust free press. a belief that our military and law enforcement owe allegiance not to any president or political party, but to the people and our Constitution. a belief in the peaceful transfer of power after the people have spoken in fair and free elections. recognizing that in a large, complicated society like ours, no group or faction gets its way 100% of the time. and a belief that qualities of character — honesty, integrity, kindness, compassion, a sense of duty and honor — those things matter in our public dealings, just as they do in our private lives.”
that, of course, was Barack HUSSEIN Obama, speaking at yesterday’s opening of the Obama Presidential Center in Chicago. in the span of one minute and twenty-five seconds, Obama lays out all the things we’ve lost — and must regain — in the years since Little Donny Fuckface inflicted himself on us.
checks and balances. the peaceful transfer of power. kindness and compassion. remember that shit? the firehose of fuckery has been spraying nonstop into our faces for so long that it’s easy to forget that none of what we’re going through right now is normal. blatant corruption isn’t normal. incoherent foreign policy isn’t normal. masked government thugs on the streets of our cities isn’t normal.
thank you, Barack Obama, for reminding us of this.
no wonder the malignant toad in the Oval Bordello hates Obama.
Obama is everything Donny isn’t — and never will be. he’s smart, he’s articulate, he’s physically fit. he has class, he has style, he has dignity. he has the respect of his peers. he can speak in complete sentences, and finish a coherent thought. he has tangible accomplishments — and he has a wife who actually loves him, and isn’t some pedo-bestie hand-me-down.
oh yeah, and there’s also that whole Peace Prize thing.
Michelle Obama: “you were doing the people’s work. rescuing our economy. expanding healthcare. ending a war. ordering the bin Laden raid. saving the auto industry. winning a Peace Prize.”
that’s right, the real Peace Prize — the Nobel one, not that ginned-up trinket that FIFA fished out of some Cracker-Jack box and bestowed upon Dear Leader.
hey, did you catch the Email Lady’s joyous cackle at the 21-second mark in that clip? I think in that moment, Hillary laughs for all of us.
we definitely need to gif that shit.
here’s a pro tip for Donny: live your life in such a way that the whole world doesn’t piss itself with glee while recounting all your failings. oh wait, too late for you, pal.
Stephen Colbert was at the Obama Center — in a tan suit.
masterful troll, sir.
every living former president and first lady was in attendance.
you know who was conspicuous in his absence? that ginormous piss-baby back in the Oval Bordello, that’s who. he couldn’t make it to Chicago, because he was too busy being, well, a ginormous piss-baby.
at the same time Obama was being feted in Chicago, Donny was ostensibly participating in a Medal of Honor ceremony — but of course, the whiny fuck couldn’t go five entire seconds without making it all about himself.
“only a few have received our highest— military distinction, the Congressional— Medal of Honor. I wanted to give it to myself, but I was informed I couldn’t do it.”
shut the fuck up, Cadet Bone Spurs. I don’t think they give out medals for having a note from your doctor.
the nerve of this five-time draft dodger, imagining that he’s somehow deserving of our nation’s highest military honor.
for what, pray tell? for clownfucking our entire country into a humiliating surrender in Iran? I’m pretty sure they don’t give out medals for incompetence, either. maybe Donny’s friends at Four Seasons Total Foreign Policy Disasters can gin one up for him.
can you imagine Obama ever whining about how unfair it is to be denied an honor he hadn’t earned? of course you can’t. Obama has dignity, and isn’t a narcissistic valor-stealing shit-goblin.
now it’s time to pour one out for MAGA. they’re going through some things right now.
stuff a sock in it, racist. exactly how did Barack and Michelle Obama ‘divide America’? by presidenting and first-ladying while black?
seriously, I defy any one of these bigoted shit-kazoos to come up with an explanation of Obama’s supposed divisiveness that doesn’t boil down to ‘I got mad because a black man was president.’
grow the fuck up.
oh look, professional campaign-loser Joey Mannarino wants to contribute to the discourse.
boo fucking hoo, crybabies. munch on binkie
now check out this slice of prime dumbfuckery. the situation keeps getting worse over at Donny’s brand-new Epstein Reflecting Pool.
remember all that hydrogen peroxide they dumped into the pool a couple days ago, to deal with the algae problem? you’ll never guess what all that peroxide did: it dissolved all that brand-new blue paint and sent it to the surface in huge sheets.
look at this shit.
but wait, the clownfuckery gets even more clownfuckier. the incompetents that Donny hired to fix the algae problem were cronies of Donny’s, and they got a $1.7 million no-bid contract, because of course they did. that’s on top of the $14 million no-bid contract that some other crony of Donny’s got for doing that shitty blue paint job in the first place. and not one of these dumbfucks ever stopped to ask ‘why are we dumping paint-stripper into a freshly painted pool?’
shitty timelines don’t get shitty all by themselves. they need a corrupt and incompetent Dear Leader to give them a little nudge in the right direction.
it’s just one more thing for the next president’s Secretary of Unfucking All That Shit to deal with.
his 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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Best $50 We’ve Spent This Week
I read the original headline a day or so ago and couldn’t read any further. Absolutely broke my heart.
Hat tip to my fabulous husband for finding this and alerting me.
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Hey MAGA…
Except they don’t. Have you ever seen a group of people so perpetually angry and outraged at everyting?
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Speaking Of Movies From The 80s That Left A Lasting Impression…
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Yes Virginia, They Really Are That Stupid
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Given that the Donald Trump-controlled DOJ has already brought or attempted to bring phony criminal indictments against everyone from James Comey to Letitia James, it came as no surprise at all this week when it leaked that the Trump regime had instructed the DOJ to find something to charge Gavin Newsom with.
After all, Newsom is (for now) the de facto 2028 frontrunner for President of the United States. And even though a senile and decrepit Trump is unlikely to even live that long, let alone figure out a way to succeed at illegally running again, Trump’s narcissism is still carrying the day. Trump wants Newsom out of the way just in case – or maybe merely out of spite.
Either way, two things have served to quickly blow up Trump’s plot. First, some brave soul at the DOJ apparently decided to tell the Washington Post that the Trump regime had ordered the DOJ to target Newsom. The best way to get out ahead of this kind of thing is to, well, get out ahead of it. But then Newsom himself took charge.
Gavin Newsom didn’t merely utter a lament about the danger and the damage and legal guardrails and blah blah blah. All of the above is true, but it’s an approach that our side has been trying to use against Trump for a decade – and it never gets us anywhere. Instead, Newsom promptly asked the courts to force the DOJ to turn over all communications between the Trump White House and the DOJ about pursuing a case against Newsom.
Why is this so important? For one thing, it immediately puts the Trump regime on the defensive. Now the Trump DOJ will have to go into court and try to fend off Newsom’s formal request. Trump DOJ representatives may have to risk committing perjury or obstruction of justice in order to cover up the Trump regime’s attempt at targeting Newsom. And the Trump DOJ might even have to abandon the idea of targeting Newsom altogether, in an effort to make it all go away.
Gavin Newsom didn’t just call out Donald Trump for targeting him in a corrupt manner. Newsom won. He showed that he’s a savvy enough politician to defeat this kind of evil yet two-bit plot against him. And he showed the voting public that he’s stronger than Trump.
2028 is a very long way away. We still need to focus on the 2026 midterm elections first, to help make sure there ends up being a legitimate 2028 presidential election. And we have no idea if Gavin Newsom will still be the Democratic Party frontrunner by then, or if JD Vance will be the Republican frontrunner, or if a seemingly dying Trump will even still be alive by then. But as far as right here and right now, Newsom sure did win the day.
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When The Felon Arrives At The Pearly Gates…
Vomiting It All Up
Stay Vigilant
“If you’re wondering why they’re working this hard to keep you from voting, the answer slipped out of Todd Blanche’s mouth this spring. Standing on a stage at the Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) outside Dallas, the man who’d been Trump’s personal criminal defense lawyer and who now runs the Justice Department as acting Attorney General told the crowd, “[E]verybody’s afraid that the next administration, if we don’t win, we’re going to all be investigated and indicted.” He meant it as a rallying cry. What he actually delivered was a confession: you don’t spend your evenings bracing for an indictment unless some quiet part of you already knows what you’ve done. A reckoning is coming for the people breaking the law for this president, and they can feel it.”
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Charlie Who?
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Oh Snap!
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Submitted Without Further Comment
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What in the white trash hell is happening here?
How did we get here?
I’m not talking about the perfect storm of corruption, toxic religion, and white nationalism that has resulted in the unthinkable ascension to power of one of the most reprehensible, festering sacks of organic matter to ever leave his putrid slime trails on the planet.
Greater minds can unpack the complex historical and social explanations for the inexplicable sequel given to the greatest single collective electoral error in our history.
What I want to know is how, at the precipice of our two hundred and fiftieth year as a Republic, have we devolved into the disgraceful public urination that took place at our nation’s Capitol.
If you took every stereotype of the ugly American, the most monstrously exaggerated caricatures of we as a people, the absolute worst clichés of this nation at our most base, most ignorant, and most vile, and you fed it into an AI program with the prompt: make something disgusting—this is what you’d have ended up with.
We should be the United States of Embarrassment today. There should be nonpartisan vomiting and facepalming all across this nation after witnessing this wasteful, 60-million-dollar, star-spangled, asinine, white supremacist dudebro circle jerk on the lawn of the People’s House, our house.
Watching this garish Temu Roman Colosseum cosplay filled with grifters, predators, and criminals should infuriate every single American who has a shred of self-respect or love of country left.
In any other iteration of our country, this would not stand. Knowing that their taxes were funding an opulent, violent, phobic birthday party for a cognitively failing serial pedophile would propeled our proud and patriotic forebears into a complete overthrow of those in power.
In a time when people have to choose between paying their rent, or affording routine healthcare, when families can’t afford groceries or to fill their gas tanks, when we’re funding foreign genocides and domestic concentration camps, when we’re told we can’t afford to house or feed or care for the most vulnerable—this should make our blood boil.
More than that, it should wake us all the hell up: conservative, moderate, or liberal; Democrat, Independent, or Republican; straight or queer, well off or struggling, native born or immigrant, to the reality that we are all being played.
The billionaires (and the trillionaire) are mocking us all right now; dismantling the systems and protections designed to care for each of us, ignoring the Constitution, discarding morality, hoarding the wealth that was meant to be shared, devouring our natural resources, turning us against one another—and giving us a sweaty, bloated 60-million-dollar middle finger to us in the process.
November should be a reckoning for these narcissistic vampires once and for all, but we shouldn’t wait that long. Last night should be enough. This should be the final straw for every human being who calls this place home, rousing each of us out of whatever apathy, denial, political tribalism, wishful thinking, or American exceptionalism that has kept us on the sidelines.
The white trash, classless stupidity on the White House lawn last night was a microcosm of the prolific mockery of America that this President and his accomplices have made for ten years now.
These people believe that we’re ignorant, that we’re lazy, that we’re too distracted and soft to give a damn about the fact that they’re fleecing us, that all we need is a the easy high of fireworks and faux patriotism to lull us into inaction.
If we allow them to prevail, we’ll have proven them right.
Who are we going to be, America?

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More Than Ever, I’m Embarrassed To Be An American
remember the 2006 movie Idiocracy? its premise was ‘what if everyone in America was a fucking moron — and what if the biggest fucking moron of all was the president?’
within the world of the movie, it took hundreds of years for the United States to devolve into a state of permanent, unending stupidity.
it real life, it only took ten.
lucky us.
take a look at the heaping slice of dumbfuckery that happened on Saturday, the day before Donny’s beloved cage fight: motorcycles were zipping through the air above the White House fountain.
let me just gif that shit, because you won’t believe it unless you see it. does this not look like a deleted scene from Idiocracy?
it was a crass display of toxic hypermachismo, just as our founders intended.
seriously, I’ll bet if old Ben Franklin could have seen this, he would have been all “I said ‘it’s a republic, if you can keep it.’ I didn’t say anything about a pedo president shitting his vulgar aesthetic all over the People’s House. what the fuck is wrong with you?”
look, if watching dipshits do somersaults on motorcycles floats your boat, go for it. we’re not here to police anyone’s idea of entertainment. but keep that shit off the grounds of the White House. it’s loutish and undignified.
when Idiocracy was released in 2006, the idea of a nation of morons ruled over by a oafish fool seemed like something that could only be mocked in a movie — yet here we are. that’s because stupid timelines don’t get stupid all by themselves. they need idiots like Preznit Fuckwit to make them stupid.
hey, remember in Idiocracy how President Camacho made his State of the Union entrance, firing an assault weapon?
I guarantee that Donny Convict would love to make an entrance like this, but he’s too old and feeble — and, above all, Preznit Five Deferments is much too chickenshit to ever pull an actual trigger. so he does the next best thing: he arranges for muscle-bound numbskulls to beat the shit out of each other for his own personal entertainment.
Roman Empire much?
that’s really what this is all about: Donny’s infantile winners-and-losers worldview. I would love nothing more than to explain this to you, but Robert Reich has beaten me to it.
Trump and his regime are seeking to project an America that’s like the winner of a cage match.
Trump sees everything and everyone in terms of dominance or submission, and he’s hellbent on dominance. “You’ll never take back our country with weakness, you have to show strength and you have to be strong,” he told his supporters on January 6, 2021, before urging them to go the Capitol.
He views America as locked in a zero-sum match with the rest of the world, and there’s no limit to our violence.
well-adjusted people don’t think like this. well-adjusted people understand that we’re all trapped on this planet together, and the best possible outcome requires all of us to peacefully coexist and get along with each other.
but just try explaining any of that to the Oval Bordello diaper-shitter whose entire life has been one long mission to prove to the world that he’s not the whiny loser that his tyrant Klansman father always told him he was.
here’s one problem with seeing every fucking thing as a battle to be won: you end up beefing with the weather.
his was all so fucking pointless and stupid. it’s an objective fact that the Sunday weather forecast in DC was abysmal, and it’s also fact that the cagefuck event had to be delayed for hours because of the abysmal weather
but because the White House is run by children who shit their pants over every fucking thing, they had to insult the poor schmuck whose job it was to accurately report the weather, calling them a ‘friendless loser.’
it’s all so fucking dumb.
wait, did I say that this cage-fight thing was all about Donny’s dominance-and-submission worldview? I was wrong. it was also about making a profit, and making sure Dear Leader gets a cut of the action.
it turns out that the whole goddamned thing was a money-making venture, from start to finish. this gaudy cagefuck was held on the lawn of the People’s House, but if We the People wanted to see it, we had to pony up first.
as for the event itself, it was just one shameless commercial after another, projected onto screens right in front of the White House
here’s Brendan Ballou, founder of the Public Integrity Project, to lay out just why this is so fucked up.
MS Now: “right now let’s take a look at some of the ads appearing on the White House lawn. there is beer, crypto, nicotine pouch ads, and they’re all inside the claw there. and you took issue at the branding at the event and UFC’s broadcast partner Paramount Skydance, so what are your concerns about the branding?”
Brendan Ballou: “ultimately, we have any number of laws that are trying to prevent our national parks and national monuments being used for for-profit, corrupt endeavors, which is exactly what’s going on here. the UFC, which is very closely allied to Donald Trump, stands to make a lot of money from it’s branding, not to mention the 1.5 million dollar individual sponsorship packages that it’s selling. Donald Trump stands to make a lot of money through the stock that he has invested in the UFC’s Paramount company… this is a literalization of the corruption we’re experiencing in America right now, where you literally have sponsorships that the president and his friends are going to benefit from at our national monuments.”
corporate logos slapped all over our government, that shit’s literally out of Idiocracy.
nd now, we really need to hear from Josh Hokit, who had this heartfelt message of peace and unity after successfully beating the shit out of his opponent.

“Michelle Obama is a man!”
what a charmer.
why even go there? it is too really much to ask that these fuckstains check their hate and bigotry at the door, and not vomit it into all of our faces? if this nitwit had kept his hateful mouth shut, we could have only assumed he was a piece of shit. now that he’s opened it, we all know it for sure.
this is what happens when you give the worst people in the world free reign to be the worst people in the world: the truth always outs.
instead of having Josh Hokit whale the tar out of dinguses, can we not arrange for him to try to get the round peg in the round hole? because that’s what really would be entertaining to me.
the ultimate joke’s on this asshole, however, because he’s getting paid in fake money.
The Ultimate Fighting Championship (UFC) announced on Friday that it will pay bonuses to fighters in a form of cryptocurrency issued by Trump family business World Liberty Financial at the heavily publicized White House mixed martial arts event on Sunday.
The development connects the Trump family’s financial interests to the high-profile UFC competition being promoted on government property. The competition on the south White House lawn is scheduled for 14 June, Donald Trump’s birthday.
oh how great. not only are these violent dipshits getting imaginary money whose only use is paying for crimes, it’s being done so in a way that personally profits Dear Leader — because of course it does.
everything is a grift with this gonif.
it’s cheap, it’s crass, and it’s downright un-American.
in the 1970s, Jimmy Carter had to sell his peanut farm just so there wouldn’t be any appearance of impropriety. fifty years later, all that shit’s out the window. we’ve normalized greed and corruption. Donny turns everything into one more opportunity to enrich himself off the powers of his office, and the cowards in Congress and the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press just stand around like the useless lumps they are.
Idiocracy. it’s what’s for breakfast.
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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Sunday Sacrilege
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Right?
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Calm Down, MAGA
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First The Kennedy Center, Then America
Are you feeling this, America?
What is unfolding at the Kennedy Center:
This joyous subtraction.
This glorious removal.
This is the collective jubilation of watching a vile disfigurement reversed, a terrible stain erased, a brutal injury repaired.
With the smallest restoration of justice unfolding on a massive wall of white marble, we are experiencing on a microscopic scale what it feels like when a tyrant falls.
And this is just a heartening foretaste of what is coming if we choose to manifest it together.
It can be a harbinger of what is possible; the nation we might still fashion out of the hideous bastardization we have become, but only if we remember who the hell we are and what is still within our hands.
We can be blamed for our shared amnesia.
For a decade, we have been living inside a malignant narcissist’s fever dream, never getting to fully exhale from one unprecedented violation of Democracy or humanity or legality before being thrust into another. The relentlessness has been both by design and effective.
We’ve begun to believe that this lawless authoritarianism is our fate, that our termination has been ordained, that the funeral for our Republic is inevitable. We’ve allowed ourselves to be gaslighted into apathy and beaten into resignation, believing that our agency has all but evaporated.
But those twelve letters ripped from their unearned spot on hallowed ground remind us that we can always reverse our course into the abyss in the way that so many other beleaguered nations have done before us; by wielding the weapon of our collective humanity like a wrecking ball.
We can, and we will tear it all the hell down, demolish every garish monument to his vanity. We can, and we will, take back every undeserved spoil, rebuild every bulldozed bit of history. We can, and we will, rewrite the pathetic fiction he has spent crafting where he is noble, revered, or beloved.
Like those letters, his efforts to craft his legacy will all fall. The raking light of truth will eventually burn away all his desperate myths typed out in midnight all-caps diatribes.
Before this is over, We the People are going to take that vile, traitorous sex offender’s name and handprints off of every part of this nation that he has poisoned and polluted over the last decade.
He and his cadre of racist, phobic, sycophantic enablers are going to be made legally and politically accountable, and together, we are going to course correct from the greatest shared error in our 250-year history.
He will not write our epitaph.
We will outvote and outnumber and outlove his cultic disciples and tear down every remnant of him and of his disgraceful movement.
First, this single wall of marble and then our beloved nation, both can be freed from the sickening stain of his cancerous presence once and for all.
May all decent, patriotic Americans be heard and counted in these moments.
May the demolition of his inhumanity begin.
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Brilliant!
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EAT The Rich. Especially This Guy.
Actually, you’d probably get a contact high and the meat would be stringy. Could be turned into pet food, however.
No wait, I wouldn’t do that to a pet either.
Maybe just convert it to fertilizer?
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