January 20, 2025: Return of the Turd, Height of Hypocrisy, Solemnity Into Farce

 

It was an inauspicious beginning. Disgustus and his minions knew the optics wouldn't look well. Reservations at Washington's hotels were down, vacancies were many as the incoming maladministration awaited the horde of maggots in anticipation of the return of the Anointed One.

It wasn't happening.

Fearing a repeat of the 2017 debacle in which empty seats lined the parade route from the Capitol Building to the White House, including both sides of the reviewing stand, Disgustus, claiming weather conditions, moved the ceremony into the Rotunda of the nation's Capitol. There, Chief Justice Roberts, soiling himself in the process, administered the oath for the second time.

The spectacle was, in a word, disgusting. Here we have the Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court administering an oath to a man who not only has, in the past, serially violated the very Constitution he is swearing to defend; but will before the sun sets, on this day of national mourning, will begin once again his determined assault upon that very document. It is the penultimate insult to both the process and the republic. It is the height of hypocrisy on full display. I larf; the first time tragedy, the second farce.

The Orange Swine should have been sworn into office in a closet by a local Justice of the Peace or, perhaps, a local sanitation worker. For any member of the nation's highest court, let alone the Chief Justice to administer this oath to a man who led an insurrection, serially violated the Constitutional emoluments clause, and was cited for at least 10 counts of obstruction of justice clearly demonstrates the complete debasement of governance by Caesar Disgustus and his Maggot Movement. By performing this act, Roberts has further destroyed what little credibility this court now possesses. He has, at one fell swoop, turned high solemnity into farce.

Impeach and Imprison the Bastard.

January 19, 2025: Eve of Destruction, Disgusting Behavior, Expect Real Vandalism

 

At noon tomorrow Caesar Disgustus will be sworn in as the 47^th “president” of the United States beginning yet another four years of disgusting behavior, catastrophic policy initiatives and shame. The foul stench is already permeating the nation's capital as his minions scour the backgrounds of would-be appointees, demanding loyalty not to the constitution but to the personage of this stinking national disgrace.

Future office holders are asked questions pertaining to the 2020 national election and whether it was stolen from the Orange Turd. Those appointed to high positions cannot answer forthrightly, instead skirting the question by responding that Biden was duly sworn in as president, instead of answering honestly. They cannot do that for to do so will incur the wrath of Caesar Disgustus and mean immediate rejection. Candidates for high administration posts are having their entire social media histories reviewed for any negative commentaries on the history and behavior of the madman about to be reinstated in the Oval Office, so paranoid is this incoming maladministration. Caesar Disgustus begins his tenure doing things only Richard Shithouse Nixon would consider.

He's had four long years to contemplate his revenge, and he's had a lot of help. With Project 2025 in hand, and an army of acolytes at his service, we can expect real vandalism this time around. Nothing will be left intact. He will work destroy our alliances, the progress we've made on inclusion, our economy, what is left of our industrial base, our agriculture, our scientific institutions and infrastructure. Nothing will escape the devastating blows about to be 'administered' by this foul, disgusting swine. And he will do it with all the social graces only Donald tRUMP can display.

All hail, Caesar Disgustus.

January 17, 2025: Evaluating Biden, Stolen Presidency, A Smoking Ruin

 

Caesar Disgustus stole Biden's presidency. Let me say this again, Caesar Disgustus stole Biden's presidency. For the entire interregnum between the day the Orange Turd slithered out of Washington until his disgusting and nauseating return, Disgustus has dominated the headlines. As Biden labored to repair the damage to the ship of state in the wake of the last maladministration, Disgustus has been allowed to roam the landscape, the King Hell Rat gnawing on the foundations of this Republic.

Normally, an historian would rank Biden high on the list of presidencies given the crises he inherited from the errant Real Estate despoiler cum politician. He swiftly brought the pandemic under control, no thanks to Disgustus who discouraged half the population to resist the very vaccines he developed, leading his anti-VAX maggots in resistance, fighting this administration's efforts to bring the pandemic under control at every step.

He stabilized the markets and got the nation back on its feet, creating 16 million jobs in the process.

He faced staggering inflation rates caused by disruptions in the supply chain, reminiscent of post war inflationary periods during the last century and of the Arab Oil Boycott of the 1970's. Biden had brought inflation down to near the 2 per cent that the Federal Reserve considers optimal by election day.

He passed the largest infrastructure bill since the New Deal, surpassing even Eisenhower's interstate highway bill of the 1950s.

He got hundreds of bi-partisan bills passed in Congress, something no one thought, including this oberver, given his narrow majorities in both houses, possible.

He repaired our relationships with our allies after Disgustus insulted and abused them, leading a coalition in support of Ukraine in its fight for existence.

On every front he was a resounding success, except for one: he failed to flush the Orange Turd into the septic tank.

The failure to arrest and incarcerate tRUMP on Inauguration Day 2017 and hold him pending trial was a fatal mistake. If he had done so, it would have immediately ended these endless legal delays and would have meant timely indictments and trials. As noted earlier he could have immediately been put tRUMP on trial for the 2016 election frauds, the Stormy Daniels Affair and the Russian Interference, as well as for the 10 counts of obstruction of justice cited in the Mueller Report relating to the Russian business. And, while all this would have been transpiring, the Department of Justice could have launched a full-fledged investigation into his numerous financial frauds; tax evasions racketeering and money laundering, producing convictions that would have placed him behind bars for the rest of his wretched existence.

But that didn't happen. Instead Biden approached this crisis like Obama dealt with Ol' Two-Cows, pretending that it was more important to return to 'normalcy', to borrow a phrase from Warren G. Harding a century earlier. Biden had no intention of prosecuting tRUMP and was forced to appoint a special council only after the House Committee embarrassed the Justice Department with its revelations and Disgustus announced that he would enter the next election and attempt to regain his 'throne'. By then it was too late. Jabba the Hut had, by then, smeared with a mighty hand, sowing deep distrust of electoral results and de-legitimizing the very processes which support our institutions.

And now, as the reeking countenance of the Orange Turd once again assumes the throne, and as the ensuing stench fills the Capital, everything Biden accomplished will soon be erased. Where once promised a transitional presidency, we are left instead with a smoking ruin.

It's back to government by shitter. The Great Vandal is about to return, tweeting and shitting, promising four years of chaos and calamity.

That, sadly, is the only lasting legacy of Joe Biden and Merrick Garland.

Grade: F

November 18, 2024: The Stench Returns, Dubious and Dishonest, Smell a Rat

 

“It's the stench, Martha.”

----Quotations of Chairman Joe

The stench returns. The election returns on our Guy Fawkes Day crowns our own insurrection.

One must ask “has Donald tRUMP ever achieved anything honestly? The answer is at once painful and obvious. Everything the scum has achieved has been through dubious and outright dishonest means. He even cheats at golf for Christ's sake.

This against a backdrop of decades of ReSCUMlican efforts to fuck with our elections. Let's review the track record: Nixon's sabotage of the Paris Peace Conference in '68, Nixon's Watergate break-in in '72, Reagan's negotiations with Iran to hold the hostages in '80, Bush's torpedo of Gary Hart's campaign in '88, Bush the Lesser's “Brook's Brothers” riot in Tallahassee and the Supreme Court's interference in the Florida recount in 2000, Bush's suspicious tabulations in Ohio in 2004, tRUMP's collusion with the Rooskies in 2016, as well as 2024, the organized insurrection on January 6 of 2021 and the complete fabrication of the stolen election fraud, for the last sixty years they have been fucking with our elections.

And that's at 30,000 feet. On the ground they have been purging voter rolls, limiting the number of polling places in Democratic precincts, making it harder to register as in Wisconsin and, in some Democratic jurisdictions sending out notices that if you have outstanding child support or other violations you will be arrested if you show up at the polls. They have even sent out leaflets telling Democrats that Republicans vote on Tuesday, and Democrats on Wednesday, the day after elections.

They know they are the minority. That's what happens when you serve only the billionaires, the Oligarchy. So they fuck with our elections; when they can't divide us on cultural issues, they fuck with the machinery of our elections. All this while the scream from the mountaintop that is the Democrats that are rigging the elections.

In this context, the January 6^th insurrection is telling. Here we have it in full view. ; The nerve of these fucking fascists.

I say all this to point out that it is and has long been about nothing other than fucking with our elections; about unlimited political expediency; about gaining and holding power by whatever means necessary, even at the cost of destroying the republic.

I have been laboring in the vineyards of our political life for nearly seven decades now. I have worked in more campaigns (for both parties incidentally) than I care to remember. I recognize the stench of !death when I smell it.

As election day approached Pamela Harris was filling arena's, enthusiasm was sky high. On the ground, people were showing up at local Democratic Party headquarters and asking for yard signs!

Asking for yard signs!

Now anyone who has ever worked in an elections knows that distributing yard signs is basic and universally difficult work. One must go door to door, or work the phones, in order to get permission from the property owner or renter to place the sign on their premises. Often the principal will agree out of civic duty which is why the number of signs is, more often than not, a misleading indicator of real political support. But it is deemed necessary in order to give the campaign visibility and, therefore it is reasoned, legitimacy. But never, and I do mean never, do citizens show up in large numbers at party or campaign headquarters looking for yard signs.

Not so this year. I spent a few hours at party headquarters and witnessed several dozen of my neighbors show up and not only ask for Harris signs but PAID ten dollars for each and every sign. This is unheard of.

Meanwhile, the Orange Turd couldn't fill a respectable high school gymnasium as several videos of his campaign rallies demonstrated. His crowds were small and thin, with many leaving while he continued droning on in the background about Hannibal Lecter and batteries and sharks. His campaign reeked of decomposition like a rotting turd in the hot afternoon sun.

This election doesn't pass the smell test. It reeks of foul play and, as reports that there were 200 bomb in Democratic precincts in the swing states, I'm beginning to smell a rat.

November 5, 2024: Losing Ugly, Guy Fawkes Revisited, Prison on the Ballot

 

Donald tRUMP's last hurrah, his final campaign has gone off the rails. He rabbits on about doctors killing babies after birth, he rails against Haitian immigrants in Ohio eating their neighbor's cats and dogs, he drones on endlessly about “the late, great, Hannibal Lecter” and about choosing death by battery over death by shark. He cries endlessly about what has been 'stolen' from him masking his own political larcenies. It has all become, after all these years, very tiresome. And it shows. It shows in the size of his crowds. It shows as they walk out mid-speech. They've heard it all ad nauseum. Even the Maggots can no long digest this stuff.

Nevertheless, I'm beginning to get a little nervous. Something is afoot. Steve Bannon, the fascist architect of the political wrong, has openly declared that “the Democrats won't know what hit them.” Given the history of ReSCUMlican skullduggery one becomes immediately suspicious, knowing that there is nothing they will not do, there are no depths they will not plumb, in their quest for power. And they know they have the perfect front-man: an idiot with no morals, no judgment, no real agenda, no competence, who is guaranteed to make a pig's breakfast of things destroying, in the bargain, any remaining faith the people still have in this republic. And what better way to engineer a fascist takeover. Insurrection by other means. Like Hitler, after the failed Beer Hall Putsch, the fascists will once again attempt the takeover through electoral means, even if the electoral returns are a bit tainted in the process.

The outcome of this election is critical to tRUMP. He knows he will go to prison if he loses. He knows the orange jump suit awaits. Hell, he should be behind bars as we speak, but for the pusillanimous legal system that has allowed him to gnaw on the foundations of this republic. So there is double incentive to 'rig' this election, and the ReSCUMlican Party has a long track record of attempting just that.

Our once and, perhaps, future Caesar alluded to just that telling his 'Christian' followers to vote and that they won't have to worry about voting again in four years 'because we will have it fixed'.

Crying endlessly about how the Democrats rigged the 2020 election, the ReSCUMlicans quietly go about effecting that very larceny. Voter purges, election 'integrity' laws, replacing election officials with tRUMP loyalists so as to insure that unfavorable outcomes will not get certified. Hell, in Georgia they passed a law making it illegal to hand out water to those waiting for hours to cast ballots in places like Atlanta. God help you if you have to use the bathroom.

They are desperate. They know their policies suck. They know, as the Maggot base faces the actuarial table and that time is running out. It is now or never for the seizure of power. This bowel movement should have been flushed years ago.

November 1, 2024: Garbage Man, Stench of Death, Skulduggery Afoot

 

At a campaign event, our once and future Caesar Disgustus was recorded approaching, uncertainly, a garbage truck. With some difficulty he opened the cab door and climbed inside. Wrong end of the machine, I thought to myself. Smiling and waving he rode off into the sunset and, as he passed, a huge Trump for President sign appeared on the business end of the vehicle. How appropriate.

Caesar Disgustus has always been nothing but garbage, and rotting stinking garbage at that. This campaign has the stench of death about it, and it is appropriate that he should now be seen taken out with the rest of the trash.

He can't fill a respectable high school auditorium. Many of those who do show up are soon seen filing out the doors, mid-speech, as he mindlessly drones on, careening from subject to subject, often at mid sentence in an endless, senseless word salad so incomprehensible even his most devout maggot cannot digest.

Nevertheless, I am worried. Steve Bannon, tRUMP's 2016 campaign manager and the troll under every bridge, was quoted as saying that “the Democrats won't know what hit them”. I suspect skulduggery afoot.

The polls show the election narrowing, some even show Disgustus in the lead. But the “cross tabs” show otherwise with Harris leading by several points among independents. The electorate, divided among Independents, Democrats and Republicans in that order. Harris leads among Independents and among women. With independents being the largest of the three voting blocks, and women who vote in greater percentages and are 52 percent of the population, it is difficult to see how Disgustus can fashion a plurality, much less a majority, given those numbers. That is, unless there is villainy afoot.

It has become ReSCUMlickan practice to flood the polling at this time of year. In recent election cycles polls no one has ever heard of pop up yielding surprising ReSCUMlickan performances. This, I fear is done to build momentum in the final days and lay the predicate for falsely claiming, in the aftermath, that the election was “stolen” from them. A famous tRUMP tactic to keep himself front and center and relevant in exile. It worked the last time, it kept him on the front pages for Biden's entire term. In fact, it stole Biden's presidency.

In any case, given the history of this party fucking with elections, I wouldn't put anything past them.

October 30, 2024

October 29, 2024

October 21, 2024: One Fry Short, Another McDonald's Clown, Fantasy Fails Reality

“ONE FRY SHORT OF A HAPPY MEAL”

----Banner headline on front page of “The Drudge Report”

For those of you too young to remember, or those with short attention spans or memory, The Drudge Report, founded by Matt Drudge is one of the first full-blown on-line reactionary publications to gain national traction. This was during the Clinton administration and Drudge was to report first, and almost singularly accurate, the sorry tale of Clinton and his affair with a young White House staffer named Monica Lewinsky. This gained him instant gravitas among ReSCUMlicans and others of a decidedly fascist bent. Drudge also became one of the go-to sources for that fat ass Rush Limbaugh as he daily snorkeled in the idiot wrong's reactionary septic system in constant search for material to gag up during his daily three-hour-long screeds.

So it comes as something of a shock to see Drudge openly declare what is so obvious to civilized people: tRUMP is a fraud.

For weeks now, Caesar Disgustus has been prancing about the land, doing the “double-jerk” (you know that dance on stage where he looks like he is masturbating two men at the same time) and telling his adoring audiences that Kamala really didn't work at McDonald's when she was young. The story goes that since she didn't list her McDonald's employment on her professional resumes, she couldn't possibly have held such a job. Calling her Lyin' Kamala (he has lost his powers of creativity here re-using an epithet previously reserved for Ted Cruz), he has of late vowed to work 'a shift' at McDonald's in order to demonstrate that the job isn't that hard and, of course, he can do it better. This is of a pattern for he told the auto workers that all they do is assemble previously manufactured parts out of a box and that a child could do it. All this in an appeal to blue-collar workers.

So this weekend it was put to the full test. Here we have video of Caesar Disgustus being introduced to the french fry machine. First he arrives in a suit, complete with his over sized clown red tie. After removing his jacket, gold cuff links can be seen on his french cuff dress shirt. He stands and listens as some poor hapless bastard attempts to explain how the machine works, how to use the timers and what do do when they go off. Then, donning the apron, he needs help and another employee, this one female, goes behind and ties the apron for him. Everyone who has ever worked in a fast-food joint is now shaking their heads, knowing immediately that this man is a fish out of water.

Well to make a not so long story short, it was a complete disaster. The fries he produced were soggy and not completely cooked. He failed. They transferred him to another job, this time the take-out window.

But the whole thing was a sham. The entire demonstration lasted about 15 minutes. Then this morning reports surfaced that the 'store' (McDonald's doesn't have restaurants, it has 'stores') was closed for four hours in order to hold this event. This event was populated by maggots, die-hard tRUMPers hell-bent on demonstrating he is one of the 'people'. He didn't work a 'shift', let alone report to this job every day, eight hours a day, week in and week out. He 'worked' 15 minutes and even then failed miserably. Not since Mike Dukkakis climbed in that tank, looking nothing so much as Snoopy sticking his head out to see where the machine was heading, has a presidential campaign stunt looked so ridiculous. Hell, it's even worse than that.

But he got his photo-0p, as they say, and it will fill the screens of Newsmax and Fox and Sinclair, to the rest of us he was just another McDonald's clown.

The media and the country are finally, after nearly a decade, getting wise to all this. As reported previously in these columns Cory Lewandowski, tRUMP's first campaign manager in 2016, admitted that the campaign had hired the audience in attendance at tRUMP Tower when he came down the escalator and announced that henceforth he would stink up the public forum. They used a New York talent agency to recruit his 'supporters' so that an illusion of popular demand could be created out of whole cloth.

More recently, the campaign has put “Fire Fighters for Trump” T-shirts and signs on the persons and in the hands of 'supporters' who aren't firefighters; “Union Workers for Trump” signs and T-Shirts on those who are not union workers; white people in a black church so that Disgustus can argue he appears to speak in black churches; in a move reminiscent of the Florida “Brooks Brothers Riot” in the aftermath of the 2000 election he is now choreographing people posing as blue collar workers who in fact are congressional staffers. One notable participant was a black man who worked in the office of the now thoroughly disgraced and convicted felon former Congressman George Santos.

TRUMP, it should have long since become apparent, is a thoroughgoing fraud. Everything about the man is fraudulent. His businesses, his family life, his political 'ideology'. It is all blue smoke and mirrors, all grandiose pretension. Fantasy become reality; you know, a reality show. And, oh yes, that “reality” show The Apprentice, the one that made tRUMP what he is today? That too was staged and scripted.

And what a miserable show it is. Here, at “Mickey D's” fantasy fails reality as our would be Caesar demonstrates beyond all doubt that his incompetence is so complete that even after they reportedly rehearsed this with him, he could not even rustle up a decent serving of french fries. Perhaps it was the 'serving' that did him in. Perhaps it is that for the first time in his life he is actually, if incompetently 'serving' someone. Or at least the prospect was in the offing.

Forcing himself to actually 'serve' someone. He couldn't bring himself to do that.

Imprison the bastard.

October 5, 2024: About As Expected, The Golden Swine, Sanitizing Vance

 

Well the Vice Presidential face-off is now in the books. It went about as expected. Vance, a tRUMP sycophant, parrots the hopeless prevaricator by replicating, with a straight, albeit likewise 'made-up- face, the lies of the Fuhrer. These are the minimum standards by which one remains a member in good standing among the Maggots; there are no known others.

Vance, another escapee from Yale Law School, had previously excoriated tRUMP, even at one time calling tRUMP a would-be Hitler. As so many before, Graham, Rubio, Cruz, he soon found his political career would be snuffed in the crib if he didn't bow down before the almighty. Accordingly, seemingly overnight, Vance found religion at the altar of The Donald and knelt and genuflected before the Golden Swine.

And so it was that we find the heavily cosmetic Vance confronted with the genuinely honest and straightforward Grandfather in a 'debate' in which Vance parroted tRUMP's lies with Walz countering with pleas for understanding.

Pointing out what they had in common, Walz went about sanitizing Vance by getting him to agree on several points, demonstrating in the process what is possible and why it is possible.

Walz “won” the debate, by all accounts given the polling data in the aftermath, further broadening the appeal of the Democratic ticket. He accomplished the goals of the task at hand. But he also made Vance, a really dangerous little fascist, appear reasonable if not quite normal. This may lay the groundwork for future trouble, but the crisis at hand is, at this point, more commanding.

There was almost no discussion, for example, of Project 2025, that vicious 900 page blueprint composed and published by The Heritage Foundation a ReSCUMlican stink-tank hell bent on creating a post democratic, post-constitutional regime. I will not dignify this effort by calling it a post-constitutional republic. In it the ReSCUMlicans lay out a platform that is an oligarch's wet dream, and a nightmare not only for representative governance but the middle class. Vance wrote the introduction to this piece of shit.

So, in large measure, Vance was let off the hook. He had his hands full defending the indefensible, most tellingly by his refusal to acknowledge that tRUMP got his corpulent ass kicked in 2020. Vance was thereby cornered into denying reality and demonstrating to the nation that he has kissed the ring; that he is now in full service to the villain.

And that, I suppose, is good enough for one night's work.

Imprison the Bastard.