This is one of my favorite paintings, done in…1979?
Getting a version from ChatGPT took a lot of work. A dozen iterations and it’s still not exactly what I want, but it’s damn close.
For some reason it really wanted to put the guy in the road instead of off to one side. The trouble is, with each generation it changes the car itself.
By the time I finally got the perspective right, and the hitchhiker the proper distance down the road, the vehicle had completely morphed into something that bore little resemblance to my original painting.
Maybe the guy just can’t get picked up, and these are all separate cars…
Prompt: Make photorealistic using color palette of original image. Place two suns in the sky and make both characters male.
My original painting from 1979.How ChatGPT interpreted it.My original painting from 1980.ChatGPT’s version.My sketch from 1977.Chat GPT’s interpretation.My painting from 1985*How ChatGPT sees it.
I know what I’m going to be doing for a while.
That being said, ChatGPT does manage to come close to my original vision for these pieces, although it misses details here and there. I don’t hate them, and truth be told I’m kinda surprised at just how good they all turned out. I’m sure I can get them even better if I add more to the prompts.
*This was painting based off what came to me in a meditation one afternoon. I was sunning myself on the deck of an ancient Egyptian vessel in the Mediterranean, when all of a sudden I heard a strange noise in the distance and saw the white vehicle appear on the horizon and fly overhead.
today is Memorial Day. you’re going to hear a lot of bloviating from the Usual Republican Suspects about how much they honor and respectour nation’s fallen heroes.
they’re going to be all over social media, tweeting out the same old boilerplate platitudes about duty and sacrifice.
it’s all bullshit. the GOP fucking hates our troops.
as always, watch what they do, not what they say.
soldiers, sailors and marines are useful props whenever some asshole conservative needs to burnish their “patriot” cred, but when it comes time to actually support them — say, by helping them when they’re in need — it’s a completely different story.
here we have a bunch of Republican Senators fist-bumping. why? because they just blocked a billthat would have expanded healthcare coverage for military veterans exposed to toxic burn pits during their service.
who the fuck celebrates that?
awesome job, you evil soulless hypocrites — because nothing says “we support our heroes” so much as “just fucking die.”
fast forward to this year. in April, the Space Nazi’s merry band of pimply DOGE incels showed up at the Department of Veterans Affairs and said good news, everyone — you’re all fired. they then took a wrecking ball to the place.
right now, the VA is so understaffed that veterans calling in with need for assistance can’t get anyone to answer the phone. that’s “just fucking die” on steroids.
listen up, shitheads: you send a person into a war zone and tell them to fight for their country, and when they come back injured and permanently disabled, you fucking well take care of them — forever.
it’s basic human decency.
head-trauma poster boy Tommy Tuberville is a complete bag of shit in every way. he’s posted an eight minute video about how super fucking grateful he is for our troops. don’t bother watching it, you’ll just get stupider.
“It’s Memorial Day weekend. Memorial Day is about more than just grilling out by the lake. It’s a time to reflect and be grateful for the tremendous sacrifices that have been made for our freedom.”
ugh.
let’s not forget that Mr. Should Have Worn A Helmet When He Played Football single-handedly blocked all military promotions for the better part of a year. why would T-Tubes do this? because he had worked himself up into a big hissy over a Pentagon policy that paid the travel expenses of raped soldiers in need of abortions.how dare they.
but sure, Tommy — please tell us once more about how you’re “grateful for the tremendous sacrifices that have been made for our freedom.” no, wait — don’t bother.
just fuck all the way off.
here’s something that white supremacy’s middle manager, Steve Scalise, tweeted out on Veterans Day 2023:
“America is the greatest nation in the history of the world because of the bravery and sacrifices of our veterans. Join me in thanking and honoring all those who answered the call to serve our country and defend our freedoms—because without them we’d have neither. #VeteransDay”
Steve, with all due respect, you too can go fuck yourself.
you voted against the VA Employee Fairness Act, the Veteran Service Recognition Act, the PACT Act (twice), the Equal Access to Contraception for Veterans Act, and the Ensuring Veterans Smooth Transition Act.
for a guy who claims to honor those who made sacrifices, you have an odd way of showing it.
last Veterans Day, Handy Oakley took a minute off from playing lap hockey to post this drivel:
“Without our Veterans the American Dream would not be possible. To anyone who has ever worn the uniform, thank you!”
sit down and shut the fuck up, you vapid bobblehead.
let’s see how you show your appreciation: in your first term in Congress, you made 15 anti-veteran votes. in 2023, you voted to cut funding for the 49,000 veterans in your district by supporting a bill that would gut their health care.
and don’t even get me started on this diaperload.
Cadet Bone Spurs has spent his entire life finding ways to insult and dishonor our troops. Biden-Harris HQ assembled this greatest hits video:
let’s not forget that in November 2018, as world leaders gathered at a cemetery in France to honor the memory of US soldiers killed while fighting in World War One, Donny blew the whole thing off — because it was drizzling lightly and he didn’t want that weird tangle of piss-colored bullshit on top of his head to get wet. instead, he spent the day rage-tweeting from his hotel room. good times, bro, good times.
let’s also not forget that in conversations with his chief of staff John Kelly, Donny referred to prisoners of war as “suckers” because “there is nothing in it for them.” he also called soldiers killed in action “losers.”
what kind of overgrown diaper-baby gets mad at a fucking boat?
let’s not ever forget that incident in 2024 when Donny barged his way into Arlington National Cemetery to do a disgraceful thumb’s-up campaign photo-op while trampling over the graves of fallen heroes — and grinning like an asshole the whole time.
“Where’s her husband? Oh, he’s away. … What happened to her husband? Where is he? He’s gone,” Trump said at his rally in Conway, his first visit to the state this year.
Michael Haley is deployed in Africa with the South Carolina Army National Guard in support of the United States Africa Command, his second active-duty deployment overseas.
hey, remember that Pentagon policy that got Terminally-Concussed Tommy Tuberville so upset — the one that paid the travel expenses of raped soldiers in need of abortions? Tommy should be happy now, because Donny shitcanned it four days after taking the oath of office.
now I want to repost something I wrote on September 24, 2023 — because of all the shitty episodes regarding Little Donny Fuckface’s callous treatment of our troops, this one just might be the rock-bottom worst:
At his welcome ceremony at Joint Base Myer–Henderson Hall, across the Potomac River from the capital, Milley gained an early, and disturbing, insight into Trump’s attitude toward soldiers. Milley had chosen a severely wounded Army captain, Luis Avila, to sing “God Bless America.” Avila, who had completed five combat tours, had lost a leg in an IED attack in Afghanistan and had suffered two heart attacks, two strokes, and brain damage as a result of his injuries. To Milley, and to four-star generals across the Army, Avila and his wife, Claudia, represented the heroism, sacrifice, and dignity of wounded soldiers.
It had rained that day, and the ground was soft; at one point Avila’s wheelchair threatened to topple over. Milley’s wife, Hollyanne, ran to help Avila, as did Vice President Mike Pence. After Avila’s performance, Trump walked over to congratulate him, but then said to Milley, within earshot of several witnesses, “Why do you bring people like that here? No one wants to see that, the wounded.”Never let Avila appear in public again, Trump told Milley. (Recently, Milley invited Avila to sing at his retirement ceremony.)
what a cold-hearted dick.
“why do you bring people like that here? no one wants to see that, the wounded.”
imagine you’re a severely wounded soldier. after five combat tours, sacrificing yourself for your country — you find yourself in a military hospital, minus one leg, your life permanently altered. you live though months of hell — bedridden, undergoing multiple operations and grueling physical therapy — and when finally you’re discharged, you’re confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life.
and what does the President of the United States — your Commander in Chief — say about you?
“no one wants to see that, the wounded.”
fuck you, Donald Trump. you piece of shit.
let’s look at how a real patriot honors our troops.
one year ago, President Joe Biden gave the commencement address to West Point’s graduating class. afterwards, he spent over an hour saluting and shaking the hands of each one of the 1,036 graduates. he didn’t ask what was in it for them. he didn’t call them suckers and losers. no one had to hide any warships.
at this year’s West Point commencement ceremony, after rambling incoherently about trophy wives to mystified cadets, Donny Convict teetered off stage and hurried the fuck out of there. the MAGA-cap-wearing shithead didn’t shake a single hand.
he then spent the rest of the day cheating at golf at his New Jersey ex-wife cemetery.
Donny, Tuberville, Scalise, Handy Oakley, the whole worthless lot of them — the next time any of these grandstanding hypocrites starts going on and on about how much they love the shit out of our troops, remember: watch what they do, not what they say.
Gotta do what I’ve gotta do to remain sane in this felon-induced dystopian hellscape that seems to grow worse—and frankly, more absurd—with each passing day. This isn’t just a glitch in the matrix any longer; it’s fully metastasized into a never-ending series of cascading failures.
Ben and I were talking about this today and we both came to the unpleasant realization that even if the Orange Russian Daughterfucker were to drop dead tomorrow, the damage that’s he and his minions have done in the last five months will take years—if not decades—to repair, and in all likelihood we’ll both be dead long before the fabric of our democracy is fully repaired.
So I retreat into blogging, YouTube stereo equipment repair videos, and of course my MiniDisc obsession. Ben immerses himself in Tik-Tok, Ru Paul’s Drag Race, and YouTube cooking videos—just to get some respite from the fact that orange anus-for-a-mouth is living rent free in our—and the rest of the world’s—heads 24/7.
Every morning my first thoughts upon waking is, “We’re still here. At least he didn’t start World War III overnight. Is he dead yet? If not, what did he do to further destroy the country since last night?”
So you’ll forgive me if I get a little obsessed with my weird, obsolete little hobby. It brings me joy, and there’s precious little of that in the world these days.
Fox News fuckface: “Jesse Watters says men should not drink out of straws in public — or at all.”
Rep. Tim Burchett: “I don’t drink out of a straw, brother. that’s what the women in my house do.”
honchos, take it from Tim: don’t be a girlywuss. don’t daintily purse your lips around some little tube — because that’s what the ladies do. everyone knows that real men consume liquids with gusto. toss your head back and fucking guzzle that shit, bro.
look, can we finally close the book on this time-wasting toxic male bullshit? so-called ‘real men’ don’t worry about straws. we have more pressing issues on our hands — like, how does The Simpsons get so much shit right?
“what the Deep State does, is that they will— they, the Deep State, the members of the cabal, whatever we want to call them, because they’re satanists — this isn’t what I believe, this is what they believe — they believe in truth in plain sight. they believe that they have to announce their plans before they commit them. and, even if it’s just through TV shows, or their art, or music, they believe that’s what they have to do. so if you look at a show like the Simpsons, people are like ‘oh my gosh, how did The Simpsons predict so much stuff,’ it’s like no, actually that’s part of their predictive programming. they are announcing their plans in advance.”
Homer? do you have anything you want to say, now that the whistle has been blown on your Deep State fuckery?
“should we really have wind and solar subsidies in this bill? what if it’s not windy? what if it’s not sunny?”
folks, let’s review: what does the stupid do?
you really have to admire MAGA’s commitment to ignorance. just because Dear Leader doesn’t understand how batteries work, the entire wingnut outrage-industrial complex has to go on live TV and beclown themselves by. parroting the stupidest shit imaginable.
how is it not a cult?
all of us should have seen this coming a mile away. you know all those bros who ponied up anywhere from hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars in order to get to hang with Dear Leader at his Big Crypto Corruption Dinner?
they got played. they were promised they would get to hobnob with The Great Dealmaker himself — and they came home with bupkis. none of that shit happened.
“It was the worst food I’ve ever had at a Trump golf course,” Nicholas Pinto, a business influencer who poured around $300,000 into Trump’s coin, told Wired of the entree, a surf-and-turf dish that included halibut and filet mignon. Speaking to Fortune, he criticized the latter as a “Walmart steak.” Pictures of the plates suggested that the dinner was barely up to airline standards.
so sorry to hear that you didn’t enjoy your three-hundred-thousand dollar meatwad, bro. maybe write Dear Leader a strongly-worded letter.
NEW: Two attendees of Trump’s crypto VIP reception and dinner last night shared that while the food was good, they were disappointed by the lack of meaningful interaction with the president. They had hoped for more access and perhaps even a Q&A session for the top wallet holders, but instead, the speech was essentially a reiteration of the U.S.’s goal to become the global leader in crypto. “He just gave a few remarks and left,” one said.
so, Donny flimflammed a bunch of crypto assholes out of millions of dollars and gave them nothing in return. that might actually be a public service. I’m conflicted.
get ready, everyone. Marjorie Three Toes Greene is about to do something stupid.
Marge has gotten herself all worked up into a big hissy — because she was all I’m really awesome, and a computer was all actually, you fucking suck.
“I’m a Christian, an imperfect sinner saved by grace and faith in Jesus. I’m a nationalist, a proud American, who loves my country and wants to make our home nation is the best place for all American citizens and future generations to come. I’m a mother, thankful for the blessings and responsibility God gave me with my children.”
yeah, we get it, dimwit. you’re amazing.
in case you’ve quit Elon’s Nazi bar (and good for you if you have!), let’s catch you up. not-twitter has its own AI now, because of course it does. every fucking thing has its own AI now. and some smart-ass asked not-twitter’s AI, Grok, to comment on Sporky’s post.
“Critics, including religious leaders, argue her actions contradict Christian values of love and unity, citing her defense of January 6 and divisive rhetoric.”
because there’s nothing halfwits like doing better than beefing with inanimate objects, Sporky fired back.
“the judgement seat belongs to GOD, not you a non-human AI platform. Grok is left leaning and continues to spread fake news and propaganda.”
Marge, Grok can’t hear you. it’s not real. it’s a bunch of silicon chips.
I have a confession to make. it was us — the Jews. we reprogrammed Grok to call Marge a heretic. we did it with our space lasers, when no one was looking.
stop fucking with us, Marge, and we’ll stop fucking with you.
I’m A Psychologist Who Specializes In Narcissists. Here’s What We Need To Do To Stop Trump.
“The same patterns that destabilize families destabilize democracies.”
The Trump administration is planning a June 14 military parade to celebrate the 250th anniversary of the U.S. Army — and the president’s 79th birthday. When your sense of self-exaltation requires tanks, flyovers and up to $45 million for a birthday party, we’re no longer in the realm of cake and candles — we’re squarely in Criterion 1 of narcissistic personality disorder: “a grandiose sense of self-importance.”
To be clear, I can’t diagnose the president or any public figure without personal examination. But research shows that those in positions of power, especially in politics, are more likely to exhibit traits of grandiose narcissism. When narcissistic control seeps into leadership, it distorts truth, erodes trust and destabilizes institutions. The more we understand these dynamics, the better we can protect both the public and the health of our democracy.
As a clinical psychologist who works with trauma and narcissistic abuse, I see echoes of this dynamic every day in my therapy office. The same patterns that destabilize families destabilize democracies: along with the magnetic vision of the grandiose narcissist come denial, attack, reversal of blame and emotional chaos.
I think of one of my patients when she discovered her brother was terrorizing their elderly mother with violent threats and financial abuse. When she named the harm, he flipped the script — denying everything and accusing her of being unstable, all while fiercely protecting his “golden boy” image. Under family pressure to stay quiet, she spiraled into rumination. But armed with awareness and support, she stood firm. Like a broken record, she calmly named the harm until her boundary held. It came at a cost, but her brother was eventually removed from their mother’s home.
This same pattern shows up, magnified, on the political stage. Narcissistic control in government thrives on flipping the script and silencing watchdogs.
Authoritarian leaders, like narcissistic family members, rely on well-worn tactics to manufacture a psychological state of volatile uncertainty — where outcomes aren’t just unknown, but constantly shifting and unpredictable. This overwhelms the brain’s ability to anticipate and prepare, keeping people mentally off-balance and easier to control. The good news: Awareness works like a vaccine, gradually building psychological immunity against further harm.
For another patient, “moving the goalposts” was the favored tactic of her ex-boyfriend to generate such volatility. He would make a demand (under the guise of “improving her”) and then change the expectation once it was met. In government, this looks like constantly reversing policies or public positions so that citizens, the media and allies remain unmoored.
“The White House has no idea what it’s doing on tariffs and keeps flip-flopping… Why even do an exemption if you’re going to reverse it soon?” Rep. Ted Lieu (D-Calif.) posted on X on April 13, referring to more than 50 flip-flops on tariff policies since Trump’s inauguration.
Many dismiss these reversals as mere incompetence or poor strategy — and it’s true that narcissism is associated with more impulsive, error-prone decision-making. But anyone familiar with narcissistic abuse understands the deeper maneuver: Whether consciously or not, narcissists hold power by keeping others in a state of psychological whiplash. And it works.
At its core, emotional control is the narcissist’s primary goal: to protect a fragile sense of self-importance and entitlement by maintaining the grand illusion that supports it — without empathy for others. While it’s important to note that narcissistic pathology by no means equates to abuse, there are more aggressive versions that use confusion, despair and emotional bonds like loyalty to control how others think and feel, secure a constant flow of admiration or reactivity, shield themselves from shame and keep others attached — even against their best interests.
Of the dizzying array of tactics, perhaps the most effective is crisis manufacturing. The constant emergencies aren’t flukes — they’re by design. They keep everyone in survival mode, distracting from deeper issues and ensuring the narcissist stays at the center of attention and control. For my patients who have survived narcissistic abuse, it might be an explosive tantrum, a threat to seek full custody or a frantic late-night call about a (fabricated) mugging. On the national stage, it takes the form of rhetorical escalations, legal threats or emergency declarations designed to dominate the news cycle and overwhelm opposition.
The nervous system can only take so much. Fight (rage), flight (escape planning), freeze (paralysis), fawn (capitulation) and flop (hopelessness) are natural survival responses — but they also keep us stuck. Healing — in therapy and in democracy — begins by recognizing when we’re trapped in these states and learning how to return to grounded, organized action.
In my work, I help people identify and unwind these patterns. They begin to understand they’re not just anxious or distracted for no reason — they’re reacting to prolonged psychological coercion. The same is true for societies under narcissistic leadership. This isn’t just politics. It’s millions of nervous systems in fight-or-flight mode.
One of my patients responds to her mother’s barrage of abusive texts — a stream of accusations, victim posturing, theatrical crises and financial demands — by reaching for her flashcards. Each card is labeled with a tactic she’s learned to spot: Deny, Attack, Play the Victim, Perform the Hero, Create Crisis. Instead of being wrung out like a towel — her body drained of clarity by her mother’s volatility — she names each tactic as it arises. Naming gives her distance. It helps her stay calm, grounded and in control of her response. The unpredictable becomes predictable. That’s what psychological immunity looks like in real life.
I’ve watched many patients wrestle their way out of the fog of narcissistic control. It doesn’t happen all at once. It begins with grieving what cannot be changed and focusing, with fierce clarity, on what remains within reach. It means reclaiming attention, setting boundaries and refusing to give your power to someone who thrives on your reactivity.
I’m also watching how this dynamic plays out in institutions. When law firms, universities or political bodies bend to powerful figures instead of upholding shared values, it mirrors what happens in abusive households: Everyone walks on eggshells. In such environments, self-protection becomes the priority, and choices are made not from alignment with values but from fear.
But recovery begins when people stop playing along or exhausting energy in cycles of infighting. Instead of spending precious bandwidth on disbelief or outrage, the goal is to name the tactic, call out the harm, cultivate trusted support and let go of what is beyond your control. Persistent engagement in shock, bargaining or rumination often reflects the mind’s attempt to delay the grief associated with profound loss — private and emotional for my patients, social and institutional for our country.
When Dorothy pulled back the curtain and revealed the Wizard as an insecure man with a microphone and a smoke machine, she shattered the illusion that had kept an entire city captive. In therapy, that moment of recognition is just as powerful. Once someone sees the manipulation for what it is, the spell begins to break.
From a trauma psychologist’s perspective, what can a nation do once the curtain is pulled back?
First: Stop enabling. Reactive efforts to clean up the damage often backfire, shielding narcissists from accountability and allowing them to retain influence. On a political level, this means pausing to strategize before rushing in to fix the narcissist’s mess. Strategic restraint — like that practiced by House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries, who has been criticized for not “swinging at every pitch” — is not weakness. It’s discipline.
One technique I teach is called “gray rocking”: refusing to feed the narcissist’s need for drama, attention or emotional reactivity. Gray rocking means becoming sturdy and repetitive — not reactive or maximalist — a boring target for someone addicted to power. Reacting with hyperbole or hysteria only emboldens narcissists. Deny them the fuel they seek. This is hard work. But it’s how an abuser loses power.
Then: Set boundaries. In therapy, that might mean saying no repeatedly, like a broken record, and building the support system to stay safe. On a national scale, it means working together to reestablish constitutional guardrails such as due process, checks and balances, and freedom of speech. By using loopholes — like invoking 18th century wartime laws — to expand his power, Trump has exposed the weak spots in American democracy. As our founding documents remind us: “A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free People.” The Constitution is not just a legal structure — it’s psychological scaffolding against narcissistic control.
Build resilience. Narcissistic abuse isn’t just dangerous and dysregulating — it feeds on the very distress and isolation it creates to sustain itself. To interrupt the cycle, we need practices that restore regulation and reinforce community power. Collective care and self-care are not luxuries — they are revolutionary acts in times of oppression. Rest is not retreat; it’s how we recover the clarity and cohesion needed to mobilize and rebuild. Join hands. There is strength in numbers and safety in solidarity.
And above all, keep faith in the long game. While narcissistic dynamics rely on urgency and alarm, deep change comes from staying calm, clear and connected. In defending against narcissistic control, the answer is never to mimic harmful tactics — it is to recognize them, grieve their damage, stop enabling them and break out of reactivity. Boundaries, civic mobilization and long-haul strategy are how we begin to heal the democratic spirit. In both therapy and democracy, healing begins the moment we stop reacting and start remembering who we are.
Dr. Jocelyn Sze is a clinical psychologist who specializes in evidence-based treatment of PTSD and anxiety. She is an assistant clinical professor at University of California, Berkeley. She serves on the board of Bay Area Trauma Recovery Clinical Services, a nonprofit advancing trauma-focused training, research, and treatment, as well as the McCune Foundation, which supports grassroots organizations that empower and mobilize historically excluded populations. The expressed views are solely those of the author and do not represent those of her affiliations.
For the past year or so we’ve had a guy come out once a month to trim the hedges, weed the flower beds, and mow the front and side yards . He usually brings a team of two additional guys and between the three of them they bang it all out in about a half hour. (It would take me that long just to mow the front yard.) He charges a very reasonable $60 for the service, and I tip them 20%.
We usually discontinue service for the winter, since the lawn goes dormant, but once things started warming up in March and everything was growing again, I started the service back up. For the first mow of the season, he had his usual crew with him. The second time I noticed it was just him and I asked what happened to his workers. He said, “They just don’t show up.” This week it was the same. I asked him again what happened. He just shrugged. “It’s ICE, isn’t it? It’s all so stupid!” He nodded and said, “Yes.”
Little Donny Fuckface knows more about being a greedy, corrupt sleazebag than all the other greedy, corrupt sleazebags put together.
just look what he’s been up to lately: Qatar gave Donny his very own $400 million vulgar flying bordello — in return for favors. Bone Saw Arabia gave him a bag of burgers — in return for favors. Syria promised he could build a gaudy tower in Damascus — in return for favors. Serbia, too, is getting in on the golden tower game — can you guess why?
Mr. Trump and his business partners organized the dinner to promote sales of his $TRUMP cryptocurrency, a memecoin launched just days before Mr. Trump’s inauguration. A memecoin is a type of digital currency tied to an online joke or mascot; it typically has no function beyond speculation. But Mr. Trump’s coins have become a vehicle for investors, including many foreigners, to funnel money to his family.
it’s fucking stunning how shameless this grift is. when you buy one of Donny’s ‘memecoins,’ you’re not buying anything tangible. it has no value. it’s not even an investment. no one expects its price to increase.
Its price peaked at $75 in January before plummeting to less than $8 in April – it was trading at around $12.50 at the time of writing.
it’s simply a way to funnel money straight into Donny’s pockets — and here’s the beauty part: it’s anonymous. no one knows who these ‘investors’ are. they could be CEOs looking to curry favor. they could be foreign countries seeking tariff breaks. we have no fucking clue.
“Its only function is to make money for the Trump family crypto empire,” CNN business journalist Allison Morrow said of the meme coin.
“We don’t know their identities. And that’s partly because crypto is anonymous by design. You can’t quite track crypto wallets all the way back to the individual or to the entity that gave the money,” she continued.
last night, the top 220 shovelers-of-cash-into-Donny’s-pocket got to have dinner at his Virginia golf motel — and today, the top 25 shovelers will get a personal tour of the White House.
here’s what we know about what went on last night: fuck-all.
you want to know who attended Donny’s corruptionpalooza? fuck you, that’s their names.
you want to know what countries they came from? fuck you, that’s where they live.
you want to know how much Donny personally profited off of each attendee? fuck you, that’s how much.
here’s the only thing we do know: that Donny is a Very Special Boy Who Gets To Be Corrupt, because reasons
reporter: ‘on the president’s dinner tonight, will the White House commit to making a list of the attendees public so people can see who’s paying for that kind of access to the president?’
Karoline Leavitt: “the president is attending it in his personal time.”
oh, his personal time. Donny’s off the clock — so everyone wondering exactly what kind of corruption is being perpetrated right under our noses can go fuck themselves, am I understanding this correctly?
I have a question. between golfing and watching himself on TV and jamming burgers down his gullet and babysitting Elon’s kid, the Crown Prince Snotwiper, when is Donny actually on the clock?
it is that one hour a day around 3pm when the laziest fuck on the planet finally waddles into the Oval Office to sign some executive order about how everyone at Harvard has to wear their underpants on their head? is that when Donny’s officially presidenting, and can’t be openly soliciting bribes?
let’s recap where we are: the Supreme Court says that when Dear Leader is presidening, he’s a Very Special Boy Who Can Break All The Laws, because immunity, and Karoline Lie-vitt says that when Donny isn’t presidenting, he’s still a Very Special Boy Who Can Break All The Laws — because it’s his personal time.
isn’t that special?
oh look! CNN stopped sniffing up Joe Biden’s pantleg long enough to actually commit a journalism. they tracked down White House Energy Vampire Colin Robinson Kevin Hassett and asked him pointed questions about all this corrupt fuckery.
CNN: ‘Trump is gonna host hundreds of people who have purchased millions in his memecoin at the White House. today, you heard the press secretary Karoline Leavitt say that he’s doing this on his personal time at his private club — but tomorrow, the top 25 people who spent the most money on his memecoin are eligible for a private tour of the White House. are you comfortable with this dinner and these tours, which are likely to go to wealthy foreigners?”
Hassett: “everything the president done has been carefully scrutinized by White House counsel and they’ve given him the guidance that that’s okay, and that’s enough for me.”
oh, the White House Counsel — the guy Donny hand-picked from his own team of ace parking garage lawyers to be a yes-man and rubber-stamp everything Donny wants to do — said it’s okay. well, that changes everything. I feel so much better about all this corruption, now that Colin Robinson Kevin Hassett has explained that.
it’s all so shameless. everyone in the White House knows exactly what’s going on, and they’re all lying about it right to our faces.
Donny and his overgrown failsons are openly corrupt, and they don’t give a crusty fuck who knows it. one of Cokey McSniffles’ advisors actually said this in so many words.
Arthur Schwartz, an adviser to Don Jr., downplayed his influence in the White House but declined to respond in greater detail when asked whether his activities create ethical problems. “Write your ridiculous story. Literally no one cares,” Schwartz said via text. “We don’t actually give a fuck.”
because, seriously, who’s going to stop them? certianly, none of the spineless shitweasels in the Republican party.
and now, here’s your daily dose of batshit — and before we get into it, I want to caution you that listening to this clip of President Pudding Cup may actually make you stupider.
so, please take that into consideration. ready?
“they will fight the drug companies. the drug companies are very worried that they’re gonna fight, and that’s okay. if they fight, we’ll just say, ‘that’s ok, we’re not gonna let you sell any more cars into the United States or we’re not gonna let you sell any more wine or liquor or alcohol’ or something that’s actually way more important to them than the drugs.”
yeah, that’ll show those drug companies. no more car or liquor sales for you.
I wonder if one of the worthless scribblers might like to take some time from their months-long obsession with figuring out exactly how old Joe Biden is, and check out the current occupant of the White House.
Donny’s brain has dripped out of his ears to the point where no one can even decipher what he’s yammering about. doesn’t that sound like something worth investigating?
I’ve spent the day pulling out what remains of my hair attempting to change some basic coding built-in to the template this blog uses. (That’s why, if you happened to peek in at various times it looked wonky.)
I do not know CSS. I was relatively proficient in HTML twenty years ago, but I haven’t had much use of it since then.
All I wanted to do was to automatically have the blog posts appear in bold type, without having to use the deprecated <b> and </b> commands every. damn. time and maybe change the color of the font as well.
So like any deprecated nerd, I went to the font of all wisdom, Google. That led me to several YouTube videos that explained how to do it. Unfortunately, even when following the instructions to the letter, I wasn’t getting what I wanted. The titles would go bold and colored when you clicked on them and opened the individual pages, but it wasn’t working on the main page. They remained stubbornly black and not bold.
I finally grabbed the CSS Style sheet off the blog and started pouring through the code. From what I learned from the videos I needed to find anything that said entry-title. Slowly but surely I went through and added the additional code—one entry at a time—to the Additional CSS pane in the editor until I got the desired results. This may ultimately have some unintended results, but we’ll have to wait and see. All in all I’m satisfied with the results now, however.
Mad King Donny ambushes South Africa’s President Ramaphosa
at this point, you have to wonder why any world leader would agree to an Oval Office meeting with Little Donny Fuckface. there’s just no way of knowing what you’re in for.
at best, you’ll merely sit there — like Macron — with a fake smile plastered on your face as the Boy King of America plays his impotent little dominance games. you then get to go home without having created an international incident.
at worst, you’ll walk straight into an ambush, as happened to Zelenskyy.
yesterday, Cyril Ramaphosa, the president of South Africa, had a sit-down with Donny — and Donny zelenskied the shit out of him.
“what would happen if you put the black president of South Africa in a room with a demented white supremacist” is a question no one asked — but yesterday we got the answer: it was a distressing-to-watch five-alarm shit-show.
“it’s a great honor to be with the president of South Africa, President Ramaphosa, and he is a man who is certainly in some circles really respected, in other circles a little bit less respected.”
That was followed by what Trump claimed was video showing over a thousand “burial sites” in South Africa, with aerial footage of a long procession of vehicles moving in one lane of traffic between rows of white crosses. Trump lied that each cross marked the grave of a white farmer or murdered family member.
It was a protest in response to the murder of a farm couple, Glen and Vida Rafferty, who were killed during a botched robbery of their farm in 2020. Nothing I can find suggests that they were targeted for being white; the robbers broke into their home to get at the safe, couldn’t open it, and waited for them to return home. After ambushing and shooting them, the murderers stole their car and some home items. Horrible, but not anything at all close to what Trump said about the video.
Donny then pulled out visual aids. he held up photos that he claimed were of murdered white South African farmers. spoiler alert: they weren’t.
“Look, here’s burial sites all over the place,” said Trump. “These are all white farmers that are being buried.”
But the image is a screen grab from a February YouTube video of Red Cross workers responding after women were raped and burned alive during a mass jailbreak in the Congolese city of Goma, according to its caption.
for fuck’s sake, the incident Donny is claiming proves “white genocide” didn’t even happen in South Africa. but I guess if you’re a racist, all African countries are interchangeable.
so, where did this misleading material originate? from the darkest fever swamps of the internet, where conspiracies run wild, that’s where. someone downloaded this vile shit, printed it out, and handed it off to Donny — who gobbled it right down because it confirms his ‘white people are the real victims’ worldview. and we know who that someone is, because Donny comes right out and name-checks him.
“Elon is from South Africa. I don’t want to get Elon involved. that’s all I have to do — get him in another thing. this is what Elon wanted.”
Donny gives away the whole game: this is what Elon wanted. the Space Nazi is a busy guy, so he’s outsourcing his racism to Donny, who’s more than happy to take it and run with it.
it’s so fucking embarrassing. in my lifetime, we’ve gone from Dwight Eisenhower and John F. Kennedy — who famously read seven entire newspapers every single day — to Donny, a low-wattage illiterate who gets his information from drug-addled conspiracy cranks.
bear in mind, all of this is happening on live TV, in front of a room full of reporters. Donny is hectoring the leader of a country that’s supposed to be our ally, and demanding he account for a bunch of made-up racist shit.
“we have too many deaths, but it’s across the board. it’s not only white farmers. it’s across the board.”
of course, no Oval Office Shitacular would be complete without the ritual dressing-down of a reporter.
NBC’s Peter Alexander had the temerity to ask Dear Leader about that vulgar flying bordello — which Qatar had delivered to the US that very day — and Donny was all dude, I’m trying to do a racism here, why the fuck are you bringing up my blatant corruption?
“what are you talking about? you know, what are you talking about? you know, you oughta get out of here. what does this have to do with the Qatar jet? they’re giving the United States Air Force a jet, OK? and it’s a great thing. we’re talking about a lot of other things. just NBC trying to get off the subject of what you just saw. you know, you’re a terrible reporter. number one, you don’t have what it takes to be a reporter. You’re not smart enough. but for you to go into a subject about a jet that was given to the United States Air Force, which is a very nice thing.they also gave $5.1 trillion investment in addition to the jet.”
“You oughta go back to your studio at NBC, because Brian Roberts and the people that run that place, they oughta be investigated. They are so terrible, the way you run that network. And you’re a disgrace. No more questions from you!”
the Mad King is so upset that no one will let him enjoy his golden jet that even when he turns back to Ramaphosa, he won’t stop whining about it.
“we need an Air Force One, it’s being built. two of them being built. and Boeing’s a little bit late, unfortunately. so why did they give us a plane, to the United States Air Force? that’s what that idiot talks about after viewing a thing where thousands of people are dead.”
an exasperated Ramaphosa finally has had enough, and says —
“I am sorry I don’t have a plane to give you.”
and Donny, of course, is too dimwitted and self-absorbed to realize he’s being mocked.
“I wish you did. I’d take it. if your country offered the US Air Force a plane, I would take it.”
it’s just so fucking embarrassing.
world leaders, stay out of the Oval Office. no good can come of it.
how does this ninny not know what habeas corpus is?
Kristi Noem — concentration-camp-selfie enthusiast and darling of the puppy-perforating set — was Capitol Hill yesterday, to do some performative jack-assery about why the Department of Homeland Security needs its budget set sky-high for 2026.
airfare and wardrobe for weekly prison-guard-cosplay photo-ops down in El Salvador doesn’t grow on trees, you know.
Democratic Senator Maggie Hassan had a question for Noem: ‘what is habeas corpus?’
“habeas corpus is a constitutional right that the president has to be able to remove people from this country.”
bzzzzzt! sorry, no — not even close.
Senator Hassen, would you like correct our confused cosplayer?
“habeas corpus is the legal principle that requires that the government provide a public reason for detaining and imprisoning people. if not for that protection, the government could simply arrest people, including American citizens, and hold them indefinitely for no reason. habeas corpus is the foundational right that separates free societies like America from police states like North Korea.”
oh, huh. then it doesn’t mean that Dear Leader can eighty-six whoever he wants? oopsies!
how the fuck could Noem get that wrong? there are three possible explanations for why Kristi answered as she did — none of them good.
the first is that Kristi has no idea what habeas is, and just blurted out the first thing that popped into her vacant skull.
the second is that Kristi actually believes the answer she gave — because morons gonna moron.
the third — and scariest — possibility is that Noem knows full well what habeas corpus is, but deliberately gave a wrong answer — because fuck you, that’s why. how dare you question Kristi the All-Powerful? do you want to live out the rest of your days in a Salvadoran slave-labor gulag? no? then shut the fuck up.
Little Donny Fuckface was also on Capitol Hill yesterday, to rally support for his ‘big beautiful bill’ that chainsaws social programs to the bone, in order to finance another round of massive tax cuts for our oligarch overlords.
a reporter had a pretty decent question for Donny: “you campaigned on lowering the price of groceries. how can you justify cutting food assistance in this bill?”
I know I’ve been saying this for years, but it’s never stopped being true: the first reporter to stand up and ask “what the fuck is wrong with you” should get a lifetime Pulitzer.
Donny goes on tell a bunch of lies about how the price of food is already down because of of his amazing job of presidenting the shit out of the economy. (spoiler alert: no it isn’t, and no has hasn’t.)
Donny doesn’t have an answer to why are you cutting aid to the poor, because coming up with one would require an attention span — and Donny’s mind has already drifted off to thinking about how the Saudis gave me my own mobile McDonald’s. that was so cool, why can’t Mike Johnson do that when I come to the House. mmmm, burgers.
n place of an actual answer, Donny starts making mouth-noises about how everyone’s going to have so much food, you’re going to get tired of all the food.
or course, the real answer to “why are Republicans cutting food assistance to the people who need it most,” is because fuck you, that’s why.
if The Poors didn’t want their social safety net taken away from them, then they should have given Dear Leader a vulgar flying bordello, like Qatar’s royal family did. that’s the kind of shit that opens doors. for fuck’s sake, Poors, show some initiative. don’t you know how the game is played in Donny Convict’s Washington?
no wonder you lazy slugs are all hungry.
“in March, you boasted about revoking student visas, saying, and I’m quoting, ‘we do it every day. every time I find one of these lunatics, I take away their visa,’ unquote. let’s look at one of those ‘lunatics,’ Mr. Secretary. Ms. Öztürk. her crime was co-authoring an op-ed in her college paper critical of Tufts University’s response to the war in Gaza. your own department found zero links to terrorism, no antisemitic statements, but you still yanked her visa and shipped her off to detention in Louisiana. and the list goes on and on.
“the federal judge in the case of Mohsen Madawi, who was the Columbia student who was ambushed by federal agents at his citizenship appointment, said, and I quote, this is the judge, ‘legal residents not charged with crimes or misconduct are being arrested and threatened with deportation for stating their views on the political issues of the day. our nation has seen times like this before, especially during the Red Scare and Palmer Raids.’
“like the McCarthy-era witch hunts of the 1950s, your campaign of fear and repression is eating away at foundational values for democracy. back then, it took one voice—Attorney Joseph Welch—to cut through the hysteria with the simple question that marked the beginning of the end of that shameful era: ‘Senator McCarthy, have you no sense of decency?’
”I would ask you the same, Secretary Rubio. you have shown through your words and actions what the answer is. I have to tell you directly and personally that I regret voting for you for Secretary of State.”
now, let’s allow Marco Rubio to show everyone what a ginormous asshole he is. here’s his response to Senator Van Hollen’s tongue-lashing.
“your regret for voting for me confirms I’m doing a good job.”
what an arrogant prick. go fuck yourself, Liddle Marco.
lastly, here’s your daily dose of What the Actual Fuck.
some context: Nancy’s stunt was to ostensibly raise awareness of revenge-porn, which Mace claims to be a victim of — and make no mistake, revenge porn is a serious issue, and the people who disseminate it are scumbags who need to face consequences.
but set that aside for a moment. how starved for attention does one have to be, to be constantly drawing attention to one’s own body?
look, Nancy — nude photos have no place in a House committee room. unless, of course, the photos are of Hunter Biden’s freakishly-oversized trouser hog.
I can’t find any verification of “if they fail to comply, he will jail all officials and the pilot for Contempt of Court” part, unfortunately. But I’m remaining cautiously optimistic that it’s true…
