did Preznit Fuckwit understand that he was talking to a fake Teddy Roosevelt?

how through the looking-glass are we, that we even have to ask?

Dear Leader’s brain has gone fuckity-bye. we know this.

we’ve all heard him tell those long, rambling stories about shit that never happened.

we’ve seen him wander aimlessly, unaware that toilet paper stuck was to his shoe. we’ve seen him completely outwitted by an endless series of umbrellas.

we’ve seen him close his eyes, right in the middle of being spoken to, and start filling the Oval Bordello with the piquant aroma of ass music.

so the question must be asked: yesterday, did Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants actually think he was talking to the real Teddy Roosevelt?

Wednesday morning, Donny’s handlers cleaned him up, gave him a fresh diaper and bundled him into that golden flying bordello from Qatar, which was making its very first flight as the new Fuckface Force One, bound for the Theodore Roosevelt Presidential Library in Medora, North Dakota.

once they got there, they stood Dear Leader up in front of a bunch of central-casting dudes in full Rough Rider cosplay, pulled the string in his back and let it go — and here’s what came seeping out of his rancid anus-mouth.

“well, I even had a conversation with Theodore Roosevelt. I had— I said, ‘what do you think about the Panama Canal? do you consider that your greatest achievement? how do you feel— about the fact that the Democrats gave the Panama Canal away to Panama for $1?’”

at which point everyone on social media was all ‘what the fuck is President Pudding Brain gibbering about? T-Rose died in 1919, decades before Donny was born. is it finally time to dust off that good old 25th Amendment?’

well, it turns out that the Theodore Roosevelt that Donny had been deep in conversation with was an AI chatbot.

you see, one of the exhibits at the TR Presidential Library is a janky six-fingered plagiarism robot that’s been tarted up to look like Teddy Roosevelt — and that’s what Donny had been shooting the shit with.

here’s the video was posted to Elon’s Nazi Bar and Child Porn Emporium by Margo Martin, one of the White House comms people.

Six-Fingered Teddy: “every day a president faces storms that people never see. but if you keep your nerve and remember the nation comes first, you get through. I know you know that feeling yourself.”

Donny: “well, I appreciate those words. words are fantastic, and— and I just want to say it’s an honor to be with you today. uh, we are making a little bit of a tour and some of the fantastic things you’ve done.”

what we just saw is a janky, six-fingered plagiarism robot spitting out generic niceties that someone programmed into it, and Donny responding as if he were having an actual conversation with a real person. Six-Fingered Teddy’s words were ‘fantastic,’ and Donny ‘appreciated them.’

perfectly normal stuff, am I right?

now, the charitable explanation is that of course Dear Leader knew what was going on, and was merely play-acting in return. that’s the story that MAGA is sticking to.

come on, really? we’ve all seen the Apprentice. Donny’s not that good an actor. even twenty years ago, he was an incoherent stumblefuck with exactly one memorable catchphrase, who needed to be heavily edited to make sense.

the uncharitable explanation is that Grandpa Befuddlepants was once again out wandering where the buses don’t run, can no longer tell fact from six-fingered fiction, and thought he was somehow talking to the real TR.

after all, that’s what he told those Rough-Riding cosplayers, that he’d been having a conversation with Teddy Roosevelt.

but here’s the thing: how totally through the looking glass are we that we even have to have this conversation?

if that had been Obama, or Kamala, no one would have given the interaction a second thought. even Joe Biden on his worst day would have understood what was going on.

we wouldn’t have had to worry about any other world leader being fooled. Emmanuel Macron would have been all ‘le robot plagiat, he is so amusing’ — and then he would have given a world-weary sigh, and walked away while carrying a baguette in a little net bag.

but because it’s Donny, ‘what in the actual fuck’ is always a legitimate question.

as always, none of this is normal — and all of it is embarrassing.

here’s your biggest clue that the Teddy R that Donny was talking to was fake: the real Teddy Roosevelt would have come out from behind that desk and smacked Donny upside the head. TR loathed everything Donny stands for.

Teddy Roosevelt was a fierce environmentalist. he created the National Park System. he gave a shit about We the People; he persuaded Congress to pass food and safety acts to protect consumers and to investigate the poor conditions of food-processing industries. he enforced the Sherman Antitrust Act.

can you imagine Donny doing any of that? no, you can’t.

and of course TR hated blowhards and loudmouths. remember ‘speak softly and carry a big stick’? Donny’s never spoken softly in his life.

here’s the full ‘speak softly’ quote. it pretty much describes the opposite of Donny.

“Speak softly and carry a big stick—you will go far.” If a man continually blusters, if he lacks civility, a big stick will not save him from trouble; and neither will speaking softly avail, if back of the softness there does not lie strength, power. In private life there are few things more obnoxious than the man who is always loudly boasting; and if the boaster is not prepared to back up his words his position becomes absolutely contemptible. So it is with the nation. It is both foolish and undignified to indulge in undue self-glorification, and above all, in loose-tongued denunciation of other peoples.

Roosevelt uttered these words at the Minnesota State Fair on September 2, 1901.

we could use more Teddy Roosevelts in our government right now, and fewer Donny Convicts.

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while we’re on the subject, Donny’s minders shouldn’t be letting him talk to chatbots. that’s completely irresponsible. those things are dangerous. the news is full of stories about janky plagiarism robots convincing ordinary people to commit mayhem, and do actual crimes.

think about how easily manipulated Donny is. what if some rogue AI convinced him to do something really fucking dumb, like attack Iran and get the Strait of Hormuz shut down?

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we should probably check in with Donny’s Big Empty Shitpile in the National Mall and see how things are going.

here’s Agriculture Secretary Brooke Rollins speaking to a ginormous crowd that numbered all the way into the tens.

Donny has reportedly been shitting a brick over the microscopic crowds at the Mall this week.

boo fucking hoo, bro.

now check out this dumbfuckery. the hundred-degree daytime temperatures on the National Mall have caused the glue that was used to put Donny’s stupid little fake arch together to expand, leak and create a yellow oozing mess.

for fuck’s sake, even Spinal Tap’s Stonehenge was better constructed than that.

and speaking of the extreme heat that happening in DC right now, let me leave you with this.

“on July 4th, it’s going to be approximately 107 degrees out. and I’m gonna go and I’m gonna make a really long speech, just to show I can do anything.”

okay, I know what you’re all thinking right now, and shut up. don’t even say it out loud. just stock up on microwave popcorn.

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let’s have us some Daily Claudia.

while going through some of Ms Spouse’s files yesterday, I found a couple more photos of Little Katie with her mom.

neither of these pics had dates on them, but they’re obviously from the early 1990s.

have a great Thursday, everyone. don’t let some janky plagiarism robot convince you to commit mayhem.

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here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.

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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.