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Will Humanity Ever Outgrow This Bullshit?

Greg Bovino cosplaying Local Gruppenführer

You like playing a WWII German, Greg? Well, here’s a nice German word for you:

How many times do we need to go through this? Is it going to be every generation’s burden to smash these fascist assholes into the ground going forward, or is there some way to purge this Nazi bullshit from human consciousness once and for all?

This does not lead to the Star Trek future so many of us actively envision and want. (Granted, there were Nazis in Star Trek canon but they were on a single planet whose society had been poisoned by a rogue Star Fleet captain. And then there was the whole “alternate universe” thing introduced in some of the more recent series, but for the most part, that was not where humans in the Star Trek universe went.)

What do you think? Are we destined to forever ride this karmic wheel, switching roles between aggressor and victim each lifetime ad nauseum?

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Hair Füror: “Don’t you know a joke when you hear one?”

Don’t panic. This is just another attempt to distract from the Epstein files (which are now nearly a year beyond the date set by Congress for full release.)

From Mock Paper Scissors:

The Orange 🤡  told Reuters that he’s doing such a good job that “when you think of it, we shouldn’t even have an election.”

Semi-sentient jar of Mayonnaise Karoline Leavitt soon  walked it back, insisting he was “simply joking.”

Hair Füror is such a kidder, he enjoys a good laugh at his own expense, amirite?

Anyway, yesterday when we talking about it, I only mentioned how cancelling the elections would cause the government to stop functioning, but I left out all the reasons why Hair Füror cannot cancel the elections,I probably should not have been so fast.

(But we’ve talked about it many times, too).

That said, Taegan Goddard has enumerated the many reasons in his email thingie to paid subscribers, and breaking protocol, here’s what he said:

The president has no authority to cancel elections. Federal elections are governed by the Constitution and federal law, but they are administered by the states. There is no executive order, emergency declaration, or legal loophole that allows a president to simply call them off.

Elections are decentralized by design. The United States doesn’t have a single national election authority. Elections are run by 50 states and thousands of local jurisdictions. Secretaries of state, county clerks, and local election boards do not report to the White House — and they can’t be ordered to “stand down.”

Congress can’t be forced to cooperate. Even if Trump wanted to nullify elections in practice, there is no mechanism to compel Republican members of Congress to resign, suspend terms, or support canceling elections.

The logistics make it unworkable. Elections involve tens of thousands of polling places, millions of ballots, and armies of local workers and volunteers. There is no realistic way for a president to shut down that infrastructure nationwide.

That’s why off-year elections, special elections, and local contests continue to move forward regardless of what Trump says. The system is intentionally fragmented to prevent exactly this kind of abuse.

Trump can complain about elections. He can delegitimize them rhetorically. He can try to undermine trust in the results.

But actually stopping them? That’s a very different thing.

I’m just not worried about that; I know I’m always warning people to not confuse actual scandals with distractions, but this was a distraction.

 

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Dear Concerned Friend

Dear Concerned Friend,

Thank you for your kind note letting me know that you’re worried about me, and you wonder if I realize I’m coming across as angry lately.

Your assessment is correct, and yes, I do realize it.
I am angry.
I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry for that.

I understand your discomfort, as I can imagine I’m not all that fun to be around right now, and that from time to time my words may come across as combative or abrasive or unhelpful. I’m probably more than a bit of a downer lately.

You’re going to have to bear with me, as I haven’t been sleeping well for a bit. Admittedly, I’m not at my best these days, so please forgive me because I’m chronically overtired. I’m exhausted from having to give all the sh*ts about people that you’re supposed to be giving, along with my own.

I’m worn out from keeping up on legislation and watching hearings and staying on top of details and remembering deadlines and imploring action, while you go about your day as if such things are an annoyance, as if they are a disruption to your plan, as if the expiration date for my outrage should have long ago passed.

I am absolutely burnt out from trying to make my voice loud enough to counteract not only the bad people’s incredible volume but your deafening silence. Both of these things are doing similar damage right now, sadly.

Believe me, I understand that my activism is a problem for you. Please know that your inactivism is similarly problematic for me. It’s part of the reason I am as angry as I am; because I’m not only having to fight against those who seem furiously bent on hurting people—I’m having to fight against those who don’t seem give enough of a damn that they are doing so, to say anything.

Look, I get it, I really do. It’s difficult to see so much bad news, to fully face the relentless flood of terrible, to try and wrap your brain around seemingly boundless cruelty around you. It’s tiresome to spend so much time with a closed fist. I know it’s even a pain in the rear end to endure the continual rantings of people like me on your news feed and in your timeline and across the dinner table and in the break room.

I’m tired of me, too.
I’m over the fight, as well.
I’m sick of the sound of my own voice.
I’d rather not be doing this either.
I’d much rather prefer to forget about it all and just enjoy life, to only post pictures of puppies and my kids and to simply ignore all that “political stuff” that you ignore.
But that is what privilege looks like: to even believe I have such an option, to have the great luxury of living without urgency because I can seemingly shield myself from it all.

That is what the bad people are counting on. They’re counting on good people being too tired, too apathetic, too selfish, or too oblivious to sustain their outrage. I am not going to give that gift to them.

As long as they’re fully invested in putting people through hell, I’m going to be as invested in pushing back against it.
I think the people I love are worth it.
I think you and the people you love are worth it.
I think people I’ll never meet are worth it.

And that’s the rub here: love will often look a lot like rage as it fiercely fights on behalf of those who are being brutalized.

So yes, angry is not all that I am, but I am rightly and quite angry.

And it would be really helpful if we could carry the load of outrage right now.

That would actually be a source of rest and joy and breath for people like me.

Friend, if you really want me to be less angry, you might try being a little more angry yourself. We’re all in this together.

I am angry, concerned friend.

I wish you were angry too.

 

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Midweek Tiedrich

loyal and patriotic citizens, please stand by for a message of the utmost importance from the President of the United States, Supreme Ruler of the Western Hemisphere, Lord-Emperor of the Sky Above and All the Planets, and God’s Own Avatar on Earth.

ready? here’s the message: ‘fuck you.’

Trump makes obscene gesture, mouths expletive at Detroit factory heckler

“As far as calling him out, definitely no regrets whatsoever,” the heckler told The Post after a video captured Trump twice mouthing “f— you” and raising his middle finger.

here’s how that shit went down: Donny’s handlers got the bright idea to let him out of his gilded bordello, so he could tour a Ford factory in Detroit — and that’s when factory worker TJ Sabula won himself the Nobel Heckling Prize by shouting “pedophile protector!” at Dear Leader.

Out of frame in the video, a person can be heard yelling “pedophile protector” just before Trump mouthed the insult — an apparent reference to the Trump administration’s handling of the investigation into the late sex offender Jeffrey Epstein.

‘an apparent reference’ — oh, Washington Post, you’re adorable. never change.

did Donny simply ignore the taunt and get on with his life, as any dignified leader would? of course he didn’t. the fragile dipshit just couldn’t let it pass. he replied ‘fuck you’ twice, and then gave Sabula the finger.

another day, another perfectly presidential performance from our Toddler-in-Chief.

by the way, Ford has suspended TJ Sabula, ‘pending an investigation.’

I have a question: pending an investigation of what? is Ford going to investigate whether or not Donny protects pedophiles? because we’ve already sussed that shit out.

fact check:

should anyone really be surprised by Dear Leader’s infantile behavior? after all, Donny’s been giving us the finger for years now, on a daily basis.

what, you want sane governance? fuck you. you want peace and justice? fuck you. you want coherent economic policies? fuck you.

you want honesty and accountability? fuck you. you want a president who doesn’t lie straight to your face? fuck you.

you want a president who doesn’t use the government to enrich himself? fuck you. you want a president who doesn’t see you as a rube to be fleeced? fuck you.

you want to be able to walk down the street without getting assaulted by masked and armed government thugs? fuck you.

you want to see those Dead Pedo Bestie files? fuck you twice.

here’s Preznit Fuckyou on his way to Detroit.

reporter: “the premier of Greenland said today, ‘we prefer to stay with Denmark.’”

Donny: “who said that?”

reporter: “the premier of Greenland.”

Donny: “well, that’s their problem. that’s their problem. I disagree with him. I don’t know who he is. don’t know anything about him. but that’s gonna be a big problem for him.”

‘that’s going to be a big problem for him’? what the fuck? this isn’t how a head of government talks. this is how a gangster talks. Donny’s answer could have come straight out of the mouth of Tony Soprano.

what, you want a president who doesn’t sound like a mob boss? fuck you.

you want a president who at least bothers to learn the names of the people who lead the countries he’s so horny to invade? fuck you.

you want a president who doesn’t destabilize the world just to feed his ego, and shit all over decades-old alliances? fuck you.

Donny didn’t just tour that Ford factory during his playdate. he also gave a speech to the Detroit Economic Club.

naturally, he used the occasion to rehash every batshit grievance — real or imagined — rattling around in his big dumb pumpkin head.

“how about the swimming records? I mean you could go to sleep during the time the man comes in and the woman. you could go take a nap for a little while. how about the long-distance race that took place not so long ago? long long distances. marathon deals. they had top men, top women. man came in. THE WOMAN CAME IN FIVE HOURS AND FOURTEEN MINUTES AND THIRTY-SIX SECONDS behind the man. think of it. you’re waiting. the man comes in. now you’re waiting five hours. what do you do? you can go home and sleep for a while. who the hell wants that? it’s so demeaning to women who are great athletes. demeaning to them. and it’s right now in the Supreme Court. I can’t believe it would even go to the Supreme Court.”

what the fuck is Donny gibbering about? what does any of the fever-swamp nonsense that just seeped from his rancid anus-mouth have to do with economics?

what, you want a president whose rotting brain doesn’t pinball incoherently from one subject to the next? fuck you.

you want a president who doesn’t obsess over stupid bullshit? fuck you.

you want a president who doesn’t manage to be both transphobic and misogynistic at the same time? fuck you.

what, you want a president with an ounce of empathy for the woman who was gunned down by one of his own armed thugs? fuck you.

“one of the reasons they’re doing these fake riots— I mean they’re just terrible. I mean you see it’s so fake. ‘shame! shame! shame!’ you see the woman. it’s all practiced. they go practice. they go to— there is— they take hotel rooms and they all practice together. it’s a whole same. we’re finding out whose funding all this stuff, too. we pretty much know.”

once again: what the fuck is this lunatic babbling about? none of that shit is happening. nobody is ‘rioting,’ they’re peacefully protesting — and what even is a ‘fake riot’? women aren’t practicing in hotel rooms. nobody is getting paid to protest. We the People loathe Donny so much we’ll happily protest for free.

this the stupidest shit you’ll hear all day, and Donny believes every word of it.

what, you want a president whose brain hasn’t been pickled from marinating in the dumbfuckiest of conspiracy theories? fuck you.

the ‘fuck your feelings’ crowd is sure having a lot of feelings right now.

Laura Ingraham: “there was one dimwit in the scene who screamed something about Epstein. Trump flipped him the bird. I hope it was the thunderbird.”

hey, Laura, you know what? fuck your feelings.

good lord. if Joe Biden had ever flipped off a factory worker in public, the entire wingnut outrage-industrial complex would have shit a massive brick, and turned it into a month-long scandal.

here’s a fun post from Lincoln Square Media.

Our Detroit staff has received reports from Ford workers that the President’s body odor was ‘like bad breath mixed with feces — I can’t describe it, but I’ll never forget it.’ yikes.”

is it true? who the fuck knows? it’s certainly believable.

and lastly, let me leave you with some words of wisdom.

live your life in such a way that when you die, your obituaries don’t open with how you were such a ginormous racist asshole that you fucked your own career straight into the shitter.

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.