Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Quotation of the day

“Most people don’t even know he was a Republican, right? Does anyone know? A lot of people don’t know that. We have to build that up a little more. Let's take an ad. Let's use one of those PACs."

                                                 ---- Donald J. Trump on Abraham Lincoln


Wait until he finds out he's been speaking prose all his life.  Mind blown apart!


Monday, March 20, 2017

Aha!


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Remember this guy?

He's Stephen Rogata, 19, who used ropes and suction cups to scale Trump Tower last August, reportedly telling police, "My intention was to get a meeting with Mr. Trump to give him secret information."  In February he entered a plea that included mental health treatment.  As far as I can tell, he was a one-day story that was promptly forgotten -- or deliberately buried.  Ladies and gentlemen, here's your wiretapper.  It's so obvious.  Isn't it?  What was on the laptop that fell from his backpack?  Who has it?  Why was he hustled off to a psychiatric facility?  Since when is it crazy to put on shorts and climb a building?  Microwaves, people, microwaves!  That's how they murdered Andrew Breitbart and Antonin Scalia!  Keep your tinfoil helmet strapped on tight.     

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Distractions

The first law of Trumpism:  Everything is a distraction from whatever you believe to be the number one scandal of the moment -- the Russian hacking, the Three Stooges federal budget, the Muslim ban, the wiretapping slander, the HHS Secretary's insider trading, the Attorney General's perjury, etc., etc.  No one can concentrate on just one; it's like watching the Flying Karamazov Brothers juggle chainsaws.

There were many this week, and some were even amusing.  I particularly enjoyed watching the Taoiseach, Enda Kenny, school Trumputin on the topic of immigration.  (By the way, Sean, it's pronounced "tessick."  You couldn't know that unless you took ten seconds out of your busy schedule of snorting Xanax and cavity-searching the staff and, you know, called the Irish Embassy.)  Orange Fats couldn't interrupt or grab for his magic tweeter; he had to stand there and take it.  Then, with uncanny timing, Angela Merkel arrived a day after the Dutch rejected their racist neo-Nazi.  Standing beside ours, she implicitly asked German voters, "Will you re-elect me or return to barbarism?"  We'll see.  At the photo-op she brought out all Trump's fear and loathing in the presence of strong women -- he wouldn't look at her or shake her hand, because that's how you treat an equal.  He had already tried to rope her into his lunatic obsession that he was spied upon in the Fortress of Turpitude; the Chancellor ignored him, something our media must learn to do.  Vicente Fox, the former president of Mexico, called Merkel "the leader of the free world," and it's hard to argue.  Trump waited until she left town to whine that Germany ought to pay more for NATO.  "Such a nasty woman," he didn't add.

Oh, and the lunatic obsession?  Another country got dragged in, when Trump decided (prompted by yet another Fox fantasist) that British security services were doing Obama's dirty work:

The comments prompted a furious response from GCHQ, which in a break from normal practice issued a public statement: “Recent allegations made by media commentator Judge Andrew Napolitano about GCHQ being asked to conduct ‘wiretapping’ against the then president-elect are nonsense. They are utterly ridiculous and should be ignored.”

(Yes, they should.  This guy was a jerk in high school and he's a jerk now.  Don't ask me how I know.)

Everyone with access to actual intelligence has pronounced the wiretap claims to be purest dung, but facts don't interest this gang.  James "Emails" Comey will be testifying on Monday.  Won't matter. 

The budget is, needless to say, an affront to all human decency, but the item that caught everyone's eye was the elimination of Meals on Wheels, which was pronounced a failure by the Budget Director, decked out like a centerpiece for a St. Patrick's banquet.  Let's see, hundred of volunteers bring food to thousands of Americans who otherwise would not eat, and it costs less for a year than hauling your boss's fat ass to Florida every weekend.  What improvements would you suggest, you disgusting pile of shit?  Oh, and pogue mahone.

The dumbest distraction of the week was the mysterious appearance of some fragmentary ten-year-old Trump tax returns in the mailbox of David Cay Johnston, and their subsequent overhyping by the normally sensible, if didactic, Rachel Maddow.  Clearly leaked by Trump himself (marked "client copy," for fuck's sake), they told us nothing about the sources of his income or the circumstances of their filing except that he paid taxes.  MSNBC really needs to calm down.

There's a real outrage plaguing the Marine Corps with the discovery of nude pictures of female Marines posted at several websites.  I recommend the aggressive recruitment of more gay Marines.  If the movies have taught us anything, it's that ISIS wouldn't have a chance against female Marines and their gay best friends.  I know I sound facetious about this, and I'm sorry, but so many women in all the services have been assaulted and raped, photos seem a minor problem.  Young men get a lot of mixed signals.  When the First (for lack of a better word) Lady displays her cooch on the Internet, some men may think all women are like that.  That's the problem with trash in prominent places -- when they go low, others feel licensed to do the same.  When you hire Nazis to work in the White House, you don't get to act shocked at bomb threats and vandalized cemeteries.  Yeah, it's still going on.

Distracted.  Outraged.  Exhausted.  I haven't even mentioned Rex "Nap Time" Tillerson, North Korea, the famine in Sudan, the sudden dearth of U.S. Attorneys, or the horrifying probability that Neil Gorsuch will soon join the Dread Pirate Roberts and his theocrats on the Supreme Court.  Another time.   

 



Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Trumpcare



Normally I'd say he needs to have a doctor take a look at those lesions, but...ahh, it's probably nothing.

Thursday, March 09, 2017

Jackpot!



Let's agree.  Trump is a rich target for parody, which is why I always start my cyber-day at ALL HAT NO CATTLE, the invaluable source of nourishing snark.  (They're having a fundraiser. Give.)  I laugh, I cry, I steal like crazy, and I feel a little better.  Today they -- look, it's one woman who lives in Costa Rica -- alerted me that China chose International Women's Day to approve some 38 trademark applications for Trump-branded businesses including hotels, golf courses, real estate companies, and what they delicately call "hospitality services," which apparently means massage parlors and escort services.  Forget the Emoluments Clause -- Congress has.  Forget all the China-bashing of the campaign.  Forget Trump's phony concern about human trafficking.  The President of the United States is an international pimp.

I wouldn't want to suggest that the gutting of the Affordable Care Act and the 5 am shitter-twitter about "wire tapps" were intended to distract from this interesting development, but the timing, as they say, is suggestive.  Of course, with this baboon colony in the White House you only need to wait fifteen minutes for something even more breath-stoppingly outrageous, but I thought this one would at least find its way onto the MSM.  No, Rachel Maddow was still tracing the Russian treason and Lawrence O'Donnell was parsing the Twenty-fifth Amendment as if Dense Pence would ever grow a pair, and there's nobody else worth watching.  Who cares if Trump makes seventy-five cents of every dollar a tourist in Guangzhou pays for a happy ending?  How much lower can this country sink in its own esteem and the world's?  I guess we'll find out.



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See you there. 

 

Friday, March 03, 2017

Private communication

Rep. Eliot Engel
The Bronx

Dear Eliot,

I have to write to you here because your email does not accept messages from outside your district.  I am prepared to lie about any number of things, but not about living in The Bronx.  So anyway, I respect your decision not to shake hands with The Leader when he appeared before the Reichstag Congress.  People see the word "syphilis" and they get anxious.  Also that weird handshake, like he's seen humans do it but doesn't know why.  Brrrr.  But if you read the Newsweek article closely, it says he is no longer contagious.  So if you ever find yourself in a place where you have to make contact, don't panic.  Wash your hands as soon as you can and you'll be fine.  No Purell, plenty of soap and hot water.

Regards,

Buttermilk Sky