a very necessary mental health break
but also some stuff about Donny Dumbfuck and his sewer clowns
friends,
yesterday marked two months since the passing of my wife Claudia.
continuing to write these daily posts has been for me an essential part of my grieving process. but every now and then, the profound sadness of it all becomes just too overwhelming — and so today I must give myself another day off.
let me once again take a moment to say thank you to the thousands of people who have posted, commented, private messaged, texted, and phoned to offer condolences. I love you all. I am blessed to be surrounded by an amazing, caring community.
thank you for hanging in there with me. see you tomorrow.
but wait, before I take off — this wouldn’t be a real post unless it had some serious Donnyloathing in it, so let me do a quick hit on some of the shit that went down yesterday.
Preznit Fuckwit has completely checked out of his don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran. he just desperately wants it to be over. in fact, in his mind, it already is over — and we won that shit! — so don’t you fucking go and pester him with any of your stupid questions about ‘why haven’t we won yet?’ look how testy the thin-skinned piss-baby gets.
NBC News reporter Julie Faye Tsirkin: “Iran is not listening to your threats about reopening the Strait of Hormuz.”
Donny: “how do you know that? why do you say that?”
Tsirkin: “because it’s still blocked. are they reopening it?
Donny: “why do you say that? you don’t know anything. who are you with? who are you with?”
Tsirkin: “NBC News.”
Donny: “ABC News?”
Tsrkin: “NBC News.”
Donny: “well, that’s fake news.”
how do we know that the Strait of Epstein™ is still blocked? because we live in the real world, that’s why. we don’t exist in a carefully-curated fantasy-bubble where our only exposure to the war is the feel-good highlight reels of shit that done got blowed up real good that our piss-drunk Secretary of Death shows us.
while Donny was power-loading his diaper on the White House lawn because some woman reporter had the temerity to ask questions, peace talks with Iran were taking place in Pakistan. as usual, it was Amateur Hour — because look who Donny sent to sit on our side of the table. these three fucking idiots.
Vice President JD Vance is leading the U.S. delegation, which also includes Steve Witkoff, Mr. Trump’s special envoy, and Jared Kushner, his son-in-law.
oh great. no diplomats. not one person whose profession is foreign policy. no one trained in the art of geopolitical negotiation. just two slumlords and a guy who fucks furniture.
it’s as if the whole kabuki clown show was purposely engineered to fail from the start.
and it went just about as swimmingly as you might imagine.
“the bad news is that we have not reached an agreement. and I think that’s bad news for Iran much more than it’s bad news for the US. so, we go back to the US having not come to an agreement.”
wait, what? you’re already headed back to the US? that’s it? one day, and you bail?
‘here are our demands.’
‘no.’
‘okay, fuckity-bye.’
where in the Art of The Deal does it say ‘give up after one day’? Donny and his dead pedo bestie spent more time than that dickering over who got to ‘own’ the Motel-a-Lago spa girls.
are you telling me that Couchfuck McGee’s legendary ability to charm the pants off a sofa didn’t work?
“so, how long have you been an Iranian negotiator? HA HA, THAT’S GREAT.”
oh, and where was Secretary of State Liddle Marco Big-Shoes while all this negotiating was taking place? I don’t know if any of Donny’s shitwits know this, but diplomacy is the purview of the State Department. they own that shit. that’s where — spoiler alert — all the diplomats work. so, shouldn’t the Secretary of State have been in Pakistan?
sorry, Liddle Marco couldn’t come out to play. he was too busy babysitting Dear Leader at a wrestling match in Miami last night — and Marco sure looks fucking hammered, doesn’t he?
yup, that’s right. that’s where these two ass-clowns were, as the world perches on the precipice of economic disaster. watching gown men pretend to fight.
my god, even this fucker’s hair was so embarrassed by what was going on that it kept trying to escape.
so, another day without a peace deal with Iran. great.
oh sweet Jesus, look what Donny posted just half an hour ago, while I was in the middle of writing this. he’s melting all the way down on his crappy app this morning, and threatening to BLOCKADE the Strait of Epstein™.
tell me, how do you blockade a Strait that’s already being blockaded by another country? is this some kind of Moebius strip of blockading? are we in danger of allowing a blockade gap?
it’s looking more and more like Donny sent the Three Stooges to Pakistan to deliberately fail, doesn’t it? now he has a handy excuse to start dropping bombs again.
Donny and his merry band of knuckledragging fucknuggets sure are super good at breaking shit, aren’t they? putting it back together, not so much.
that’s it for today, I’m outta here. thanks again for hanging in there with me. I promise you that I am taking my own advice: practicing self-care and doing everything I need to do to keep sane. see you tomorrow.
here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.
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.
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let me once more repeat my comment from previous days off, "by the way, I am very aware of how lucky and privileged I am. most people do not have a hundred thousand or more people who care about them. that has to make a difference in the grieving process. so, once again, thank you. I love you all"
oh jeez, I wrote a near-full-length post, didn't I. I SWEAR I DIDN'T INTEND TO. but writing is my self-care, and once I get started it's hard to stop