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Hey…it was the late 70s and all of us of a certain age have photos like this hidden away. Don’t deny it!
Anyway, I was listening to this while I was getting ready this morning, and what struck me most was the fun embodied in the songs, especially the first track. While the late 70s were not without their problems, there’s no doubt that in comparison to 2025, it was a much simpler, more joyful time in this country.
‘congratulations, world.’
that’s an actual quote from some White House chucklefuck — and she wasn’t being sarcastic. oh no, not at all. we’re apparently all supposed to genuflect in gratitude over Dear Leader’s latest exercise in fragile megalomania.
on Wednesday, out of the clear blue, workers showed up at the US Institute of Peace building in Washington DC, and slapped Donny Convict’s name on it.
how awesome. Preznit Fuckwit has defiled yet another of our public institutions. try not to projectile vomit as you look on in horror.
congratulations, us. we’re so fucking lucky.
of course, Donny inflicting his accursed name onto everything and glomming credit for shit he didn’t do is pretty much his entire business model — but this instance of it is so fucking galling on about eighteen thousand different levels.
first of all, this ghoulish hyena’s name would be more appropriate on a building that houses the US Institute For Bombing The Shit Out Of Shipwrecked Survivors Who Are Trying Not To Drown.
what kind of ‘war is peace’ bullshit is this?
wherever he is right now, George Orwell is ripping fistfuls of hair out of his head and screaming ‘god fucking dammit, 1984 was supposed to be a cautionary tale, not an instruction manual.’
secondly, what Donny just slapped his brand on is a pretty much empty building. the US Institute of Peace is barely even a thing right now, thanks to the Space Nazi. one fine day last March, his merry band of unfuckable DOGE incels showed up at the Peace Institute and announced, ‘congratulations, everyone — you’re all fired.’ next came the inevitable lawsuits over the firings.the whole thing is tied up in court right now, while the building is a ghost town.
can Donny even legally fart his name onto any public building he chooses? probably not, but stupid little issues of legality didn’t stop him from demolishing the East Wing. welcome to life in the shittiest timeline ever.
congratulations, us!
thirdly, this is what Donny is wasting his time on, as the prices of goods and services go up, and the cost of healthcare skyrockets. any caring leader might spend some time trying to fix any of that shit — but this asshole can’t be bothered to lift a finger.
so there goes Donny, traipsing through DC, pissing all over yet another public institution — and then telling us how lucky we are.
White House spokesperson Anna Kelly confirmed the move, calling it “beautifully and aptly named,” and saying it “will stand as a powerful reminder of what strong leadership can accomplish for global stability.”
“Congratulations, world!” she said.
our next president is going to be able to create an entire jobs program devoted to prying this fucker’s name off of everything. it can’t come fast enough.
but oh wait, it gets stupider.
FIFA — the sports org that oversees the World Cup — has invented a fake peace prize. and you’ll never guess who they’re awarding it to.
Not long after President Trump missed out on the Nobel Peace Prize that he openly campaigned for, his friend Gianni Infantino got to work.
Mr. Infantino, president of FIFA, soccer’s global governing body, who had publicly lobbied for Mr. Trump to receive the peace prize, simply had his organization establish its own. The announcement of the “FIFA Peace Prize — Football Unites the World” was so hastily arranged that it surprised several of the body’s most senior officials, including board members and vice presidents, according to four soccer executives briefed on the events.
oh my god, it’s just one embarrassing episode after another, isn’t it? healthy, well-balanced people don’t need to be mollified by having ersatz awards conferred on them by dipshits trying to curry favor. and Preznit Fuckwit is falling for it. he’s over the moon to be handed this sham honor.
A White House spokesman, Davis Ingle, said that Mr. Trump was “excited to attend” the draw.
what the fuck is next? the Big Mac Peace Prize? there’s probably no end to corporate institutions willing to play this game. can we get the Quaker Oats people come up with a prize? at least Quakers actually believe in peace — unlike some footballers we could name.
can you think of another country whose fragile Dear Leader needs constant affirmation that he’s a good boy. a very good boy. maybe the best boy ever? perhaps North Korea. oh great, we’re now on par with Kim Jong-un’s failed state.
congratulations, us.
there’s no word on what this award is going to look like, but I hope it’s a big gold-plated binky.
can you think of another country whose fragile Dear Leader needs constant affirmation that he’s a good boy. a very good boy. maybe the best boy ever? perhaps North Korea. oh great, we’re now on par with Kim Jong-un’s failed state.
congratulations, us.
there’s no word on what this award is going to look like, but I hope it’s a big gold-plated binky.
now get ready to win the Nobel I Just Threw Up In My Mouth A Little Award, because — congratulations, world! — this year’s White House Christmas card just dropped.
look, I warned you.
seriously, what the fuck is wrong with these people? it’s a cult — one in which every single member has unresolved daddy issues.
but we need to fact-check Dear Leader’s suspiciously healthy hand in that graphic, because Donny’s real-life hand — in a photo taken yesterday — is telling a much uglier story.
yeesh. oh my god. look at that bloated, decaying thing, like the hand of a corpse that was just pulled out of a polluted lake. and now Donny’s wearing what looks like two band-aids. concealing what, pray tell?
what are they not telling us about Dear Leader’s health?
we definitely need a palate cleanser after that, so here’s your hero of the day, bicycling his way past what I believe is the Treasury Building in Washington, DC.
I have no idea who this dude is — the vid was posted to not-twitter by our friend Anarchy Princess — but I do like his style.
let’s gif that shit for posterity’s sake.
now there’s a positive affirmation we can all get behind.
congratulations, Donny.
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.
My mom used to make these…
tell me, is it a bad thing when the leader of your party is a drooling halfwit serenely convinced of his own brilliance?
is it a bad thing when the leader of your party lives inside his own fact-free fantasy-bubble where everything is amazing, and ignores all evidence to the contrary?
and is it a bad thing when the leader of your party cannot be persuaded to give the tiniest of micro-fucks for the needs of your constituents?
pour one out for the Republican Party, folks, because they’re now finding out the hard way that the answer to all three questions is ‘oh fuck, it’s a catastrophe.’
CNN’s Harry Enten: “Republicans should be running for the hills this morning, because the blue wave is building. what are we talking about here? well, Matt Van Epps, the Republican candidate, he won it by 9 — but this is a district that Donald Trump won by 22 points. this is a 13-point gain for the Democrats in terms of the margins, and excuse time for Republicans is over. because I hear all about these special elections. ‘oh, the turnout’s so low, it’s not representative of what would happen in a midterm election.’ the turnout last night in Tennessee’s 7th district was equal to the turnout in the 2022 midterm election. so the blue wave seems to be building right out of the center of Tennessee.”
Tuesday’s special election in Tennessee was a five-alarm disaster for the GOP. oh, sure, their boy won — but it was a nail-biter, in a heavily-gerrymandered distract that should have been an electoral cakewalk. if Republicans can’t turn that shit around, pronto, they’re facing a wipe-out in next year’s midterms — and they fucking well know it.
with that in mind, they want Donny to stop farting around. put down the fabric samples for the gaudy dance hall, stop tarting up the Oval Bordello, stop making cow-eyes at the Nobel Peace Prize, and focus on what really matters to the American people.
Some of President Donald Trump’s closest allies in Congress are warning that the party needs to sharpen its affordability message to voters heading into the 2026 elections — or risk big losses that would shackle him for the rest of his second term.
good luck with that. if Republicans think they’re going to get Dear Leader to hone his ‘affordability message,’ I’m afraid I’ve got some rather bad news for them.
“the word ‘affordability’ is a Democrat scam.”
how’s that, GOP? it that ‘honed’ enough for you?
I hate to break it to Republicans, but the Mad King thinks he’s already fixed that shit. the delusional dumbfuck imagines that the economy is roaring along — and if you think otherwise, it’s because you’ve fallen for a ‘Democrat scam.’
the problem for Republicans is that Dear Leader can’t bullshit his way out of a bad economy. it’s easy to bamboozle MAGA into believing that he’s ended a skillionty wars. that shit’s abstract. it’s easy to post some blurry video of a boat on fire, and convince his dumbfuck worshipers that he’s winning some farcical war on ‘narcoterrorism.’ that’s happening thousands of miles away.
but the price of goods and services? that’s something even the hardest-core cultist can see with their own eyes.
as Abe Lincoln famously said, ‘you can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool anyone who walks into a grocery store and actually sees what things cost into believing that prices are going down.’
and that is why Matt Van Epps came this close to getting his ass handed to him in Tennessee’s no-longer-solidly-red 7th District.
Republicans think they can solve this shit by getting Dear Leader back out on the campaign trail.
“I would love him to get back to driving around in the garbage truck, going to McDonald’s. Go to a supermarket, go to a farm. That’s when he’s at his best,” Rep. Jeff Van Drew told CNN, recalling a message he conveyed to the president in a lengthy phone call earlier this week. “Next year, we got to concentrate — the American people first.”
oh yeah, please get Preznit Fuckwit up on a garbage truck again.
I would pay good money to watch that.
remember what happened last time Donny tried to climb into a truck? he almost killed himself.
his rotting hand refused to function, and his gimpy leg almost collapsed — and that was over a year ago. Donny’s in much worse shape now. he’s lucky he can even get out of bed in the morning. it’s a miracle that the narcoleptic old fuck doesn’t go face down in his lunch on a daily basis.
sorry, Republicans, that ‘Donny’s a man of the people’ shit ain’t happening any more. Donny’s too old — and too deteriorated — to go out in public. he’s tired, and can no longer hack the grind.
he’d rather just hang out at his vermin-infested golf motel and hobnob with cronies.
It has been many months since Trump hosted a full-on campaign-style rally. He has opted instead to travel abroad, golf at his private clubs, and dine with wealthy friends, business leaders, and major donors…. And that lack of regular voter contact has contributed to a growing fear among Republicans and White House allies: that Trump is too isolated, and has become out of touch with what the public wants from its president.
and therein lies the crux. Donny’s out of touch with reality, and he’s surrounded himself with equally out-of-touch cronies who tell him that everything is amazing — and why not? for Donny and his cronies, everything is amazing. not one of these obscenely wealthy fuckfaces ever worries about the price of anything. they don’t have to.
look at Soybean Scott Bessent.
s this the face of a man who gives a shit if the price of a bottle of Lafitte Rothschild ’75 goes up by two hundred dollars? trust me, he doesn’t even notice.
these are the people who are slapping Donny on the back and telling him he’s doing a great job.
meanwhile, the economy continues to crater.
Economists on Wednesday expressed significant concerns after new data from global payroll processing firm ADP estimated that the US economy lost 32,000 jobs last month.
to the Republicans who think Donny’s going to magically snap out of it and start ‘honing his message’ about ‘affordability,’ I say ‘sorry, peeps.’
Donny’s gonna do it his way. literally. yesterday, at 2pm, Donny was blasting Frank Sinatra’s My Way out of the windows of the White House.
here’s my message to Donny: shove your head in the sand, ignore reality, and keep imagining that the economy is going great guns. you do it your way, bro.
close your eyes tight enough, Donny, and you won’t even see the blue wave coming in 2026.
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
How do you say you’re a hypocrite without saying you’re a hypocrite.
Because this is the shit people who lost their jobs, their homes, who can’t afford to buy groceries, or see a doctor REALLY care about, right, Ted?
What an utterly useless piece of shit.
Mr. Smith, who spent more than two years aggressively collecting evidence to prove Trump mishandled classified documents and tried to overturn the results of the 2020 election, appears eager to publicly challenge Trump. Smith has made it unmistakably clear that he will not only defend himself but take a hammer to Mr. Trump’s exaggerated and false claims. There’s “tons of evidence” Smith said, that Mr. Trump had willingly retained the classified documents at his residence in Mar-a-Lago and tried “to obstruct the investigation.” Some Republicans have privately expressed concern that Mr. Trump’s quest for vengeance could backfire by giving a credible anticorruption investigator an open mic. Jack Smith still has the capacity to inflict significant political damage by discrediting the MAGA narrative that Trump did nothing wrong.
Little Donny Fuckface’s superpower has always been how relatable he is. he’s just like one of us!
under all the burnt-cork spray-tan, under that rat’s nest of fucked-up bullshit atop his big, dumb pumpkin head, under the makeup that conceals his rotting hand, under that doughy torso, and the neckgina and the cankles, Donny’s just a perfectly normal homey, doing perfectly normal stuff.
I mean, who among us hasn’t sat at the head of a table while sycophants and psychopaths praise our imaginary accomplishments, as we gradually lose consciousness and fill the room with the piquant aroma of ass music?
seriously, check out Don Snorelone during yesterday’s cabinet meeting. the decaying old fuck is fast asleep, even as Marco Rubio kisses his ass.
“[the Ukraine war] never would have happened, if you had been president. but the president is trying to end it. not because— listen, we have a million things to focus on in the world, as a country, but he’s the only leader in the world that can help end it, and that’s why we’re in that— that’s why even as we speak to you now, Steve Witkoff ids in Moscow, trying to find a way to end this war, to save the lives of eight, nine thousand people, Mr. President, as you know are dying every week.”
I don’t know about you, but I would have paid good money to watch Liddle Marco smack Dear Leader upside the head, and go ‘wake the fuck up, dipshit, I’m talking to you.’
can we fact check Marco here? because he’s lying his lying face off.
Steve Griftkoff, as has been widely reported, is not trying to end the war in Ukraine so much as he’s trying to cut deals with Russia that would enrich Dear Leader and his oligarch cronies, as they divvy up what’s left of Ukraine, strip it of its wealth, and sell it off to the highest bidder. stop trying to pretend that these goniffs have anything but their own greedy self-interests at heart.
Donny can barely keep his eyes open as Kristi Noem drags the remaining shreds of her dignity out back to the gravel pit and shoots it in the face.
“sir, you made it through hurricane season without a hurricane. you kept the hurricanes away. we appreciate that.”
so, Dear Leader controls the weather now? what, like Tim the Fucking Enchanter?
I don’t remember reading any unhinged, all-caps tweets from Donny where he tells hurricanes that they BETTER STAY AWAY FROM AMERICA IF THEY KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR THEM, and then thanks them for their attention to this matter.
look, Donny can’t even keep his eyes open while Plastered Pete Kegstand does his ‘what me warcrimes’ act, like some psychopathic Alfred E. Newman.
reporter: “so you didn’t see any survivors, to be clear, after that first strike?”
Kegstand: “I did not personally see survivors. but I stand— ’cause, the thing was on fire. it exploded, and fire, and smoke, you can’t see, you got digital— this is called the fog of war. this is what you in the press don’t understand. you sit in your air-conditioned offices or up on Capitol Hill, you nitpick and you plant fake stories in the Washington Post about ‘kill everybody.’”
says the Fox News dunk-tank clown who sat in his air-conditioned office and ordered Admiral Bradley to ahem allegedly commit war crimes.
Pete’s so worked up, because we don’t know what it’s like to be in his shoes. he’s seen stuff, man, that you can’t possibly understand.
it’s true, most of us have no idea what it’s like to be a piss-drunk embarrassment — and I’m pretty sure that almost none of us have ever flipped a skateboard into our own nuts.
just listen to this pixelated piss-ant puff himself up into something he’s not, prattling on about the ‘fog of war,’ as if he were George Fucking Patton, personally leading his troops to victory in the Battle of the Bulge.
fact check: fuck off all the way to Mars.
THERE IS NO FOG, BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAR.
it’s not a war, because you can’t unilaterally declare that fishing boats are military targets, and start dropping bombs on them. not unless you want to end up in the The Hague, on trial for your ahem alleged war crimes.
you know, somewhere in this multiverse there’s a timeline where Jack Smith gets his old job back as War Crimes Prosecutor and convicts every one of these shitweasels. wouldn’t that be fucking delicious? I want to live in that timeline.
you may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
by the way, special shout-out to the dumbfuck who misspelled ‘secretary’ on Piss-Drunk Pete’s name card.
Preznit Fuckwit should have stayed asleep, because when he woke up, he launched into one of the all-time most horrific racist tirades ever, directed at Minnesota’s Somali community.
this dozy shitwad can’t even keep his eyes open as he does his Old Man Yells At Entire Ethnic Group act.
“and I see these people ripping it off. and now I’m understanding, and you’re gonna look into that’s guh— I hear they ripped off— Somalians ripped off that state for billions of dollars. billions. every year. billions of dollars. and they contribute nothing. the welfare is like 88%. they contribute nothing. I don’t want ’em in our country, I’ll be honest with you. someone would say ‘oh, that’s not politically correct.’ I don’t care. I don’t want ’em in our country. their country’s no good for a reason. their country stinks, and we don’t want ’em in our country. I can say that about other countries too. I can say it about other countries too. we don’t want ’em the hell— we have to rebuild our country. you know, our country is at a tipping point. we could go bad. we’re at a tipping point. I don’t know if people mind me saying that, but I’m saying it. we could go one way or the other. and we’re gonna go the wrong way if we keep taking in garbage into our country. Ilhan Omar is garbage. she’s garbage. her friends are garbage. these aren’t people that work. these aren’t people that say, ‘let’s go, come on, let’s make this place great.’ these are people that do nothing but complain. they complain. and from where they came from, they got nothing. you know, they came from paradise and they said ‘this isn’t paradise.’ but where they come from hell and they complain and do nothing but bitch. we don’t want ’’em in our country. let ’em go back to where they came from and fix it.”
Donny’s so presidential, isn’t he? what a man of the people.
let’s leave Donny racist rant aside for a moment, because I have a question: why the fuck is Donny always so angry?
he should be the happiest guy in the world. he’s led a positively charmed life.he’s grifted billions of dollars from his adoring cultists. he’s escaped accountability for almost every crime he’s ever committed. he’s the president of an entire country, and he has his own personal Supreme Court to declare him a Very Special Boy Who Can Continue Criming Forever. every single day of his life, he gets away with shit no one else does.
and yet, every day he finds some new grievance to yell about, and someone to hate.
yesterday, it’s low-flush toilets, or windmills. today, it’s Somalis.
if you took Donny’s rant and substituted ‘Jews’ for ‘Somalis,’ it would sound exactly like something out of the Third Reich. it was that openly hateful.
Donny was so egregiously racist that even the reporters at The New York Times were forced to rouse from their slumbers and write about it — and if there’s one thing that Times nepo-publisher AG Sulzberger really fucking hates, it’s when his reporters have no choice but to commit a journalism. it really ruins his day.
President Trump unleashed a xenophobic tirade against Somali immigrants on Tuesday, calling them “garbage” he does not want in the United States in an outburst that captured the raw nativism that has animated his approach to immigration.
Even for Mr. Trump — who has a long history of insulting Black people, particularly those from African countries — his outburst was shocking in its unapologetic bigotry.
no fucking shit.
ook, reporting on Donny’s racism is all well and good, but I have a question for the all the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press — and for their editors, back in their air-conditioned offices:
where are the calls for Donny to resign? where are the angry editorials?
he’s so obviously not up to the job. he’s cognitively impaired to the point where he’s incoherent. he’s clearly unwell, and in poor health. he’s never had the temperament to be president, and he’s only getting worse.
he can’t even stay awake during his own cabinet meetings.
any other president would be hounded by the press, on a daily basis.
remember this shit?
one horrendous debate, and the media did not let up on their jihad against Biden until he finally withdrew from the race.
every day, Donny proves that he is dangerously incapable of governing — and all we get from the press is the deafening sound of crickets.
it’s fucking maddening.
let’s go out on a high note, because not all of yesterday’s news was bad. some of it was, in fact, perfectly delightful.
Shares in Eric Trump’s crypto mining business lost nearly 40% of their value in less than 30 minutes on Tuesday.
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oops, I meant to say ‘oh how terrible for Eric.’
You know what’s funny? I’ve learned that gustational memory is almost as enduring as olfactory memory. I’ve eaten so many things during the course of my life, I know what everything in the pictures I post tastes like (with only a few exceptions). It doesn’t make my current situation any less frustrating—in fact just the opposite because I want to taste them again—but I do enjoy torturing myself nonetheless. If I ever reach the point where I can stuff my face with abandon again, I fear I’m going to regain all the weight I lost in a matter of a couple months I’m sure.
What’s even funnier is that before the surgery, when Ben and I were trying to decide what to have or to go to for dinner, we both just shrugged and said, “Nothing appeals any more.”
Oh, how a few months have changed all that—at least for me.
OMG. The only thing I may want more than a cheeseburger are hard shell tacos!
She’s not wrong…
Plastered Pete Kegstand never stops trying to convince us how tough he is. he posts pathetically-needy videos in which he does weak-ass pull-ups. he’s covered himself in christofascist tattoos. he’s forever yammering on about warrior ethos, and he’s renamed himself to be Secretary of All The Wars.
but there’s one thing Piss-Drunk Pete won’t do — and it’s a thing that would really display toughness: take responsibility for his fuck-ups.
nah, Pete’s not going to do any of that taking responsibility shit. not where there are all these buses all over the place. nice, big buses, with roomy undersides. perfect for throwing admirals under.
“Let’s make one thing crystal clear: Admiral Mitch Bradley is an American hero, a true professional, and has my 100% support. I stand by him and the combat decisions he has made — on the September 2 mission and all others since. America is fortunate to have such men protecting us. When this @DeptofWar says we have the back of our warriors — we mean it.”
spoiler alert: Plastered Pete does not have anyone’s back. Pete will betray you in a hot second. look how quickly Pete’s story went from ‘this is fake news, nobody gave any orders to kill all survivors’ to ‘I support the admiral’s right to commit war crimes.’
what the fuck is going on? you change your tune that fast, you definitely have something to hide.
let’s back up here, and remember that after the WaPo reported on November 28th that
Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth gave a spoken directive, according to two people with direct knowledge of the operation. “The order was to kill everybody,” one of them said.
the official Pentagon response was
“This entire narrative is completely false.”
but that was then. now the story has magically changed to ‘Admiral Bradley ate my homework.’
remember ‘the buck stops here’? well, the buck doesn’t stop anywhere near Pete. the only thing that stops for Pete is the drinks cart.
let this serve as a warning to anyone else who might consider following Piss-Drunk Pete’s illegal orders. not only will you be opening yourself up to a world of legal hurt, you’re also going to find out damn quick what the undercarriage of a bus looks like.
Pete doesn’t give a fuck about you.
“Hegseth is very transparently blaming a Navy admiral for his own decision. Let this be a lesson for every other military officer: The Trump administration will issue unlawful orders, then blame you for following them.”
hey, Flippy McCrushnuts — is this Admiral Bradley’s fault, too? did he give the order for the skateboard to take out your crotch?
oh look, the White House is also throwing Bradley under the bus.
reporter: “does the administration deny that the second strike happened, or did it happen and the administration denies that Hegseth gave the order?”
Karoline Leavitt: “the latter is true … Admiral Bradley worked well within his authority, and the law.”
how nice of all these shameless shitweasels, to get their stories straight.
now, let’s keep a clear mind here: if Admiral Bradley obeyed an illegal order to slaughter shipwrecked survivors, in violation of the Department of Defense’s own Law of War Manual that says NOT TO SLAUGHTER SHIPWRECKED SURVIVORS, he’s culpable as fuck in this mess — and must face consequences.
but if Piss-Drunk Pete manages to slither away from this with clean hands, that’s a fucking perversion of justice.
notice how quick Pete was to glom all credit for bombing the shit out of Venezuelan fishing boats — right up until the moment both Senate and House Republicans announced investigations to find out if provable war crimes had been committed, at which point Pete was all ‘who me?’
there’s your real MAGA ethos: ‘who me?’
remember after Preznit Fuckwit botched his response to covid, resulting in the needless deaths of millions of Americans? remember what Donny said? ‘I don’t take responsibility at all.’
none of these fuckers will ever take responsibility for anything. it’s always someone else’s fault. Joe Biden. his autopen. Admiral Bradley.
I’ve got a free clue for Pete Kegstand: he may think he got away with it this time, but he’d better watch his own back. the second he becomes a political liability for Donny, he’ll find himself chucked under the nearest bus, in a heartbeat.
none of these shitwits ever thinks the leopards are going to eat their face.
ha fucking ha. nothing could be further from the truth. here today, gone tomorrow. just ask James Comey. or John Bolton. or Marjorie Three Toes Greene. or — well, the list is endless, isn’t it?
here’s your other slice of dumbfuckery for the day.
the White House, at long last, released the results of Donny’s most-recent MRI.
now, ‘released the results’ is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that last sentence — because the note that Donny’s physician foisted on us was pure, unadulterated gaslighting.
“As part of President Donald J. Trump’s comprehensive executive physical, advanced imaging was performed because men in his age group benefit from a thorough evaluation of cardiovascular and abdominal health. The purpose of this imaging is preventive: to identify issues early, confirm overall health, and ensure he maintains long-term vitality and function.”
now hold on just one fucking second. there is no such thing as a ‘preventative MRI.’
don’t take my word for it. I’m just some foulmouthed crank on the internet who actually knows less about doctoring than all the doctors.
let’s listen instead to Dr. Jonathan Reiner. he was Dick Cheney’s cardiologist for thirty years, so I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s talking about.
Dr. Reiner countered that it was not “standard” for an 80 year-old president to undergo advanced imaging, and that “there really is no preventative cardiac MRI.” He also pointed out that Trump already had his annual physical in the spring, meaning that the fall MRI was unrelated.
“The whole note has kind of a weird defensive, evasive tone to it,” Reiner said. “First of all, this is not part of the president’s comprehensive physical examination. He had that in April, and then he underwent some more testing in July.”
for the umpteenth time, Donny’s handlers are feeding us some some fairy-tale shit-sandwich about Dear Leader’s health — and we’re expected to shut the fuck up and swallow it wholesale.
I’m sorry, but this guy is not well, and We the People deserve real answers, not some bullshit fever dream about ‘preventative imaging.’
whether it’s imaginary bone spurs or a miraculously-regenerated ear, it’s amazing how Donny always manages to find some quack willing to ditch their professional ethics, and lie right to our faces.
meanwhile, those House and Senate investigations into Donny and Pete’s fishing boat fuckery are coming. will any of the actual perpetrators face accountability?
stay tuned.
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.
Jean Michel Jarre: Oxygene (1976)
Jean Michel Jarre: Oxygene 3 (2016)
And I stand by my original assessment…
The Daniel K. Inouye Solar Telescope has produced the highest resolution observations of the Sun’s surface ever taken. In this movie, taken at a wavelength of 705nm over a period of 10 minutes, we can see features as small as 30km (18 miles) in size for the first time ever.
The movie shows the turbulent, “boiling” gas that covers the entire sun. The cell-like structures – each about the size of Texas – are the signature of violent motions that transport heat from the inside of the sun to its surface.
Hot solar material (plasma) rises in the bright centers of “cells,” cools off and then sinks below the surface in dark lanes in a process known as convection. In these dark lanes we can also see the tiny, bright markers of magnetic fields.
Never before seen to this clarity, these bright specks are thought to channel energy up into the outer layers of the solar atmosphere called the corona. These bright spots may be at the core of why the solar corona is more than a million degrees!
This movie covers an area 36,500 × 36,500 km (22,600 × 22,600 miles, 51 × 51 arcseconds).
Credit: NSO/NSF/AURA
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Mike Davis used a profanity laced tweet to tell former congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords to “fuck off” after she shared condolences for a National Guard member killed in a shooting and called for action against gun violence. Giffords, who survived being shot in the head while meeting constituents in 2011, has become one of the country’s most visible advocates for gun safety. His outburst did not just punch down, it sneered at the idea that someone scarred by gunfire might want fewer people to live through what she did.
What makes it even uglier is how routine this is in MAGA world. Staff Sgt. Sarah Beckstrom was only on that D.C. street because trump flooded the capital with National Guard troops as part of a domestic crackdown that a federal judge has already ruled unlawful, saying he exceeded his authority by using soldiers for open ended “crime deterrence.” Instead of grappling with the fact that this lawless deployment helped put her in the line of fire, Davis tried to redirect blame onto Giffords, Senator Mark Kelly, and Democrats, accusing them of importing “terrorists” while a soldier lay dead in a city militarized for trump’s politics, not public safety.
Coming after Giffords is not just insensitive, it is obscene. This is a woman whose skull was shattered while doing basic democracy talking with voters in a grocery store parking lot. Mocking her plea for fewer shootings and defending an unlawful troop deployment that turned people like Sarah Beckstrom into expendable props is the tell that this movement is not about freedom or safety, it is about domination, cruelty, and keeping both guns and soldiers on American streets no matter who gets killed.
Just when you think Republicans can’t sink any lower, they never fail to disappoint.
…I’m blown away.