Jun 16, 2025

June 15, 2025: No Kings Day, Tin Horn Dictator, No Millionaire's Son

 

Yesterday, June 14, 2025 marked a day of reckoning for the Orange Turd and a day of celebration for the Republic. Caesar Disgustus finally got that military parade, the grand spectacle that had alluded him for so long. It was a complete humiliation.


Billed as a celebration of our armed forces, specifically marking the 250th anniversary of the United States Army, the event just happened to, coincidentally, fall upon the birthday of our celebrated simpleton.


But it didn't go as hoped; but perhaps, certainly as planned. If planning it can be called.


It went as well as just about everything else our erstwhile potentate has administered.


Reminiscent of the Tulsa Oklahoma fiasco in the 2020 campaign, the much ballyhooed event proved a colossal under-performance.


You knew it was in trouble when reports surfaced that the “organizers” were offering $1,000.00 in return for one's attendance if one agreed to wear red, white and blue apparel and perform with appropriate enthusiasm. Payment, however was in crypto coin which everyone knows is worthless. It's like being paid, if at all, with old mining script or S&H Green Stamps. There were few takers.


Repeating the fiasco in Tulsa, the public began to troll the tRUMPists by reserving their seats with no intention of attending the event. The result: a repeat of Tulsa where half the auditorium was empty.

And so, before the world, our would-be Tin Horn Dictator stood on a podium facing “risers”, that is bleacher seats, nearly empty as the tanks, accompanied only by the squeaking sounds of unlubricated wheels and the grinding of treads upon pavement, rolled ever drearily by.


To compound the spectacle the Army looked anything but the precision fighting machine it prides itself in being. Soldiers, who know how to march, simply shuffled past the draft dodging coward now posturing as Commander-In-Chief. The salutes were not crisp. The performance a demonstrable passive aggressiveness stemming from resentment for being treated so shabbily.

Further humiliations awaited the armed forces as corporate sponsors, principally Defense Contractors and sham crypto coin operations were announced to the audience. The Army retaliated by playing Credence Clearwater Revival's “Fortunate Son” through the public address system, a Vietnam anti-war classic, the import of which, I'm sure was lost upon the dullards in attendance:


Some folks are born made to wave the flag

They're red, white and blue

And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief”

They point the cannon at you, Lord


It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no senator's son, son

it ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one


...It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one” (1)


Take that, General Bone Spurs.


No one wanted to be there. Not Little Marco Rubio, late of the Senate now our neutered Secretary of State; not Peter Hegseth, our erstwhile Secretary of Defense under whose auspices this embarrassment was “organized”: certainly not the First Lady. Rubio yawned and looked like he wanted to find a place to nap, Hegseth appeared to be seeking an exit, and Melania looked upon our self-appointed Monarch with complete disdain with a countenance that betrayed a wish to be in the company of a real gentleman. Hegseth may well be shown the exit he seeks before the month is out.


And tRUMP? He looked like he was about to cry.


The White House, predictably, tried to “spin” the event with photo-shopped pictures of imaginary hordes in attendance, photos cropped so as to not show the crowd, or photos with backgrounds blurred so as to not reveal the truth. Spokesman quickly claimed a quarter million in attendance and the Wrong-wing echo chamber quickly picked up the chant. But it was to no avail. The truth was out: the “crowd” wasn't a tenth the size of White House reporting. tRUMP indeed cannot organize a two-car funeral.


Meanwhile the nation was having none of it. With this long-awaited event approaching organizers went into action. A coalition of about 150 civic groups an community organizations went into action” announcing a “NO KINGS” protest to occur across the nation everywhere except Washington D.C.


I first got wind of it about 3 weeks ago watching a podcast on YouTube in which Malcome Nance, the intelligence officer turned author, announced the event. I'm sure there were others doing the same. Within weeks it had grown from the major cities to include protests and marches in over two thousand cities, villages and crossroads all over the country as well as several foreign capitals and locations. When the sun set upon the day and estimated 5 million had participated with some estimates as high as triple that number. It was, by all accounts, the largest demonstration in the history of the republic.


The day proved the predictable humiliation it promised to be, perhaps a turning point. As the tariff nonsense unsettles world markets and makes a pig's breakfast of global supply chains; as inflation creeps up along with unemployment; as agricultural markets dry up, and as the labor force is unsettled by his ignorant and malicious immigration policies; Disgustus, his maladministration now in total disarray, looked longingly to a demonstration of power and grandeur. Instead, he produced the predictable fiasco.


Impeach and Imprison


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1. “Fortunate Son” by Credence Clearwater Revival, see lyrics.com


Apr 5, 2025

April 3, 2025: Tariff the Penguins, Consider the Source, Idiot in Chief

 

Well, the fool has gone and done it. Yesterday our Caesar Disgustus demonstrated his breathtaking ignorance imposed tariffs upon the world, that is except for Russia and North Korea.


With unabashed and seemingly guileless ignorance, our erstwhile Caesar stood before a podium in the White House Rose Garden and before the cameras and the world shit himself to his socks.


Unaware that he was soiling himself and holding up a board which purported to show the tariffs imposed by the world's nations, the Orange Turd told the nation and the world with a straight face that we were being 'ripped off'. Citing astronomical tariff rates charged by nations around the world he presented his plan to retaliate by 'graciously' hiking U.S. Tariffs to roughly half that imposed by others.


Watching this unfold on television in real time and, coming as it did from the purported 'president' of the United States, I thought to myself “holy shit, I didn't realize that we were being charged so much.


Then I thought “remember your school lessons, son”; consider the source.


Consider the source. When, I asked myself, has this bastard ever told the truth? The answer is at once: never. I began to look suspiciously upon the presentation and then concluded it was all bullshit. In the first place we wouldn't be paying the tariffs. In the second place there was just something about the numbers that didn't make sense.


It transpires that instead of just looking up what is currently being levied by the European Union, or China, or Japan, or Vietnam, Disgustus had his staff do the calculating. Led by Harvard's very own Peter Navarro and other lights, they came up with a formula that took the total trade with a particular country and calculated the percentage of that trade that represented a 'deficit'. It went something like this. The trade with a country is say 10 billion dollars. We buy 3 billion more from them than they buy from us. Therefore, according to these geniuses, the tariff imposed upon the U.S. Is 30%.


No it isn't. The tariff, the real tariff is somewhere between 1 and 3 percent on average depending upon the country. What the White House staff calculated is not tariffs but the percentage of our trade deficit as compared with the total trade with a particular nation. Clearly, no one in the White House, nor in the Commerce Department, is capable of calculating such things, much less simply looking up the tariff schedules. And, more frighteningly, no one in this maladministration knows what the hell a tariff is, least of all the idiot in chief.


Hell, they made such a pig's breakfast of it, that they imposed tariffs on Diego Garcia, a U.S military base in the Indian Ocean, and two islands off Antarctica, Heard and McDonald Island, occupied by only penguins. Yes, the damn fool imposed tariffs on unsuspecting penguins.


He was going to staff his 'government' with “only the best, only the brightest”. In tRUMPspeak, where truth always lies at a bearing of 180 degrees from the direction he's pointing, this promise becomes frightening. Always believing he is the smartest man in the room, Disgustus has staffed his administration with people even more ignorant and stupid than himself. And, since he is the most ignorant and stupid man to ever soil the Oval Office, this is a terrifying prospect indeed.


What we have here is a dysfunctional and terminally incompetent maladministration in which the sycophants surrounding the Emperor must present him with data supporting his foregone conclusions, lest he shoot the messenger. To that end they present him with 'facts', “alternative facts” in the parlance of Kellyanne Conway, that correspond and support his woeful ignorance. That a staff could produce such garbage and, most disconcerting, that our Caesar would accept them as legitimate clearly indicates that this regime has long since become unhinged from reality. Dementia Don, never intelligent, does not have the mental acuity to evaluate the information he is being fed; and woe to the bearer of inconvenient truths.


And so, he stands before the world beshit, wholly unaware of how ridiculous the rest of the world looks upon him and the awful stench that surrounds him.


Impeach and Imprison.

Apr 1, 2025

April 1, 2025: Tariff the Earth, April Fool's Joke, A Pig's Breakfast

 

Our shitting 'president' threatens to play a nasty joke upon the nation and the world on this April Fool's day. Tomorrow, it has been determined, he will announce a tariff regimen upon the entire world.


I'm reminded of the old “Dutch Boy” advertisement in which the Hollander is pouring an entire can of paint over the globe covering it in a viscus mess. Sherwin Williams evidently bought out Dutch Boy for it now uses the artwork sans the caption “cover the earth” but Caesar Disgustus, who is old enough to remember the depiction, has no doubt been inspired by it.


The problem is that tariffs are, like all public policy initiatives, crude instruments.


Tariffs are best applied upon specific industries and are used to protect and nurture home grown enterprises. They can only be imposed if such industries are capable of meeting domestic demand, otherwise tariffs simply become a sales tax imposed on imported goods raising the cost of such goods.


And, since we have allowed the 'suits' to export our manufacturing, nearly everything on the shelves is now imported, such an action, by the most ignorant of current world leaders, will set off an inflationary spiral the likes of which this country has not seen since the 1970's.


Nevertheless, Donald tRUMP, convinced for decades that tariffs were the magic bullet, the act that could solve everything, “the most beautiful word in the English Language”, is hell bent upon the levy.


He campaigned on the issue. He nailed his trousers to its mast and will soon find it impossible to climb down without exposing his fat, ugly backsides. As is his wont, our Caesar Disgustus promised today to make a pig's breakfast of our national prosperity. We shall see what tomorrow brings.


Impeach and Imprison.