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The One Thing Everybody Agreed On

From Greg Fallis:

Like a few million other folks, I showed up at the local No Kings protest. We were all there for the same fundamental reason: because Comrade Donald Trump and his cadre of Nazgûl have been merrily shitting on…well, everything that’s good and promising and hopeful and decent about the US.

Fuck Trump.

People are pissed off about SO MANY things Trump has done (and intends to do). The attacks on immigration, science, trans rights, healthcare, civil liberties, the environment, due process, Gaza (and Israel and Iran and and and), veteran’s benefits, free speech, the national debt, the January 6th pardons, everything about January 6th, the assault on education, the assault on libraries, the assault on the very concept of Truth.

No, really, fuck Trump.

But one thread tied all the anger and frustration and resentment together. A deep, abiding rage against Donald Trump as a person. Not only for the horrors he’s inflicted on the United States, but a profound loathing for him as an individual. As I wandered through the No Kings crowd, I kept seeing this same sentiment. Fuck Trump.

Also? Fuck Trump.

People really hate this motherfucker and they hate him personally. They hate him for what he’s done, they hate him for what he wants to do, and they hate for him who he is. Which, I suppose, is only fair, considering how many people he hates for who they are. Trump has a singular talent for both hating others and being hated.

Seriously, fuck that guy.

Why do people hate him so? Because he’s a liar, because he buried one of his many wives on a goddamn golf course, because he’s betrayed the United States, because he’s got truly godawful taste in everything, because he’s cheated on every wife he’s had, because he’s massively ignorant and unaware of it, because he’s a liar, because he’s fucked over every person and contractor he’s ever worked with, because he’s an unrepentant racist, because he hates women, because he loves autocrats, because he’s a liar, because he’s a coward, because he’s never owned a pet, because he’s a narcissist, because he pretends to support the military but believes they’re losers, because he’s a liar, because of his stupid fucking red hats, because he’s a phony, because he’s put incompetent people in positions of power, because he insults everybody who disagrees with him, because he’s a vindictive prick, because he’s a liar, because he’s rude, because of his stupid fucking hair, because he encourages his followers to be violent, because he hates immigrants but hires them to work for his resorts, because he’s shit all over the Arts, because he’s a liar, because he’s cruel and enjoys inflicting harm on others, because he pretends to be a Christian without having an inkling of Christian charity, because he’s a sex pest, because he’s committed many many crimes but has never been held accountable for any of them, because the people who like him are all massive assholes, because he’s a fucking liar.

And the horse he rode in on.

I’m sure I’ve skipped a few dozen other reasons why people hate him. But I think you get the point. People sincerely hate Trump.

But there was another guy at the No Kings event. Bearded guy, dressed all in black, sitting on a granite railing. He was wearing a T-shirt that said “Hate Will Never Win.” I hope he’s right. I genuinely hope hate won’t win. But I also hope the hatred against Donald Trump will get people to stand up for themselves and for others. I hope it will get people to push back against his authoritarianism. I hope it will get people to vote. I hope it will get people to hold Trump accountable for all (or at least some) of the horrible things he’s done to this country.

And then I hope we can let go of that hate.

 

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Sunday Celebration

let’s start off with a bang — and put the hero of the day right up top. ladies and gents, I give you the Poet Laureate of No Kings Day.

we did it, folks. an estimated five million of us gathered peacefully coast to coast, to rise up as one and convey a singular message: fuck off, Donny Convict — you’re not our king.

just feast your eyes on this compilation of protests in large cities and small towns.

If your hope for US democracy bucket is feeling a little low, top it up with this.

– Medha Murtagh

Read on Substack


meanwhile, check out the weak-ass shit that was going on in DC.

oof. how embarrassing.

ace job, Donny. you just humiliated our military, forcing them to march past almost-empty stands.

where are the cheering crowds? where is the inspiring music? it’s so deathly quiet. all you hear is the squeaking of tank treads.

once again, this is what happens when you fire everyone in government who knows how to get shit done.

Donny spent 45 million dollars on this underwhelming, half-baked shit-show. where did all that money go? has anyone checked Donny’s bank account?

just look at the massive crowd ghost town that assembled in front of the White House viewing stand, where Dear Leader sat.

m pretty sure there was a larger crowd for the puppet show that Spinal Tap opened for.

there was def a larger crowd at the No Kings protest in New York City.

and also in Los Angeles.

for fuck’s sake, even the No Kings protest in Knoxville, TN — a city that Trump won in 2024 by 20-plus points — was larger than the one that showed up for Dear Leader’s ego party.

check out President Saddy McSadsad. let’s enjoy a full minute and a half of Dear Leader looking unhappy as fuck about his big birthday parade going bust.

too bad. so sad. boo fucking hoo.

bro, I got you a present. look, it’s a tiny violin — and it’s playing Happy Birthday, You Fucking Loser.

doesn’t Dear Leader’s Slovenian trophy wife look like she’s trying not to burst out laughing?

once again, the Great Bullshit Artist promised spectacle and delivered warmed-over garbage.

when all is said and done, should any of us really be surprised that the guy who failed at running a real estate empire, and failed at running casinos, and failed at running an airline, and failed at running a football team, and failed at running an economy, and failed at fighting a pandemic, and failed as a president, and failed as a human being, has now failed at putting on a dictator parade?

how nice for Donny, though, that he still has the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled media to carry his water. look at The New York Times, desperately trying to wash the stench of failure off Donny’s debacle.

Perhaps by design, though, the day was somewhat more restrained than other displays Mr. Trump has praised, such as Bastille Day celebrations in France.

“perhaps by design” — yeah, that’s it. Donny wanted his vanity dictator parade to suck. once again, Dear Leader is playing n-dimensional chess on a level that the rest of us smoothbrains can’t hope to fathom.

go peddle that shit somewhere else, NY Times. we’re all stocked up today.

oh, and while we’re doing a little hating on our failed institutions: the Los Angeles Police Department can go fuck itself, royally.

after an entire day of millions of people in thousands of protests, all peacefully exercising their First Amendment right to assemble, and seconds after an MSNBC reporter said, “I want to reiterate this has been 100% peaceful,” the LAPD — without provocation, and for no reason at all — moved in and began firing tear gas and flash-bangs.

fuck those fucking fucks. it’s time for more heroes.

here’s one.

hey, it’s Bob Clendenin!

every word of this woman’s sign is true.

so is every word of this guy’s sign.

more truth.

truth, everywhere you look.

we thank you for your service, dude.

and mad props to whoever created this inspiring image of Dear Leader.

let’s feel good about ourselves, folks. we did it.

Preznit Fuckwit might try, but he’s never going to break our spirit.

have a great Sunday and a great Father’s Day, everyone.

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Remember When These Were THE Status Symbol?

I could never really afford LaCoste; in the early 80s, they were $25 a pop, well beyond what my budget would allow at the time. I did have a rainbow of colors from Brittania, however.

At one point I did manage to buy the real deal. It was red, and I never wore it much because I got a size too small and was too naive to realize I could take it back and exchange it—even after I’d washed it.

June, 1983

In much later years I have been able to snag a few gently used alligators from eBay. Terribly out of fashion these days, but I still love them. Put one on, dab some Halston Z-14 behind my ears and I’m 25 years old with a 31-inch waist again.

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We live in a world that in times past if you saw an outrageous headline online you’d automatically laugh it off as satire. Everything has gotten so fucked in the last six months however that you now actually have to verify that it’s from the ONION and not something that really happened.

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???? ???? ????

A driver was stuck in a traffic jam on the highway outside Washington, DC Nothing was moving.

Suddenly, a man knocks on the window.

The driver rolls down the window and asks, “What’s going on?”

“Terrorists have kidnapped the entire US Congress, and they’re asking for a $100 million dollar ransom. Otherwise, they are going to douse them all in gasoline and set them on fire. We are going from car to car, collecting donations.”

“How much is everyone giving, on average?” the driver asks.

The man replies, “Roughly a gallon.”