Donny’s ‘Freedom 250’ sucks, and no one is showing up for it. try not to laugh.

the whole thing is a fucktacular disaster

let’s just cut right to the chase: ‘Freedom 250’ — Preznit Fuckwit’s sleazy, for-profit attempt to hijack America’s 250th birthday and make it all about himself — is quickly turning into a huge, stinky pile of shit.

WASHINGTON – The Great American State Fair is underway at the National Mall to mark the United States’ 250th birthday. But not everything is off to such a great start.

The event has quickly faced problems including power outages, melting ice cream – and a lack of representation from states that declined to send delegations.

frankly, I’m shocked — shocked! — to learn that the guy who turned the simple resurfacing of the Reflecting Pool into a weeks-long, as-yet-unfinished clusterfuck of epic proportions has managed turn America’s birthday into a five-alarm shit-show.

Besides empty booths, the event has also been troubled by electricity problems. On Thursday, June 25, attendees reported issues with the generator, forcing the Ferris wheel, one of the fair's main attractions, to shut down for roughly two hours. A day later, workers in the food hall were still waiting for a shipment of ice cream after their entire selection melted due to ongoing electrical problems.

how do you fuck that up? what load of incompetent ass-clowns did Donny farm this job out to? there are any number of reputable businesses that specialize in putting on actual state fairs. did Donny hire any of them, or did this end up being this another one of those cushy contracts that went to some cartoonish crony whom Donny ran into at his tacky Florida golf motel?

you love to see this shit fail, because any other president — nay, any other world leader — would have made this celebration about their country, out of a sense of patriotism, and national pride.

but not Dear Leader. he sees everything through the filter of ‘how do I get my cut?’

America’s 250th birthday celebration wasn’t supposed to play out like this. in 2016, when Obama was president, Congress created a bipartisan commission to coordinate a series of government-sponsored events for the Summer of 2026 — you know, like a normal, functioning government is supposed to. they called it America 250.

but when Donny wormed his way back into power, he cordially invited America 250 to go fuck itself, sidelined them, and created his own, for-profit group called Freedom 250 to put on partisan, pro-MAGA events — and he’s hoping no one understands the difference.

in fact, loyal media outlets like Fox News are working overtime to make sure nobody understand the difference.

see that? they’re calling the shitfest currently playing out on the Mall ‘America 250.’ it’s not, it’s ‘Freedom 250.’

imagine that a President Kamala Harris had handed America’s 250th birthday celebrations over to a corrupt cabal of cronies, and that she was getting a taste of the action.

the entire wingnut outrage-industrial complex would have spontaneously bled from the eyeballs. Hannity would have shit red-hot roofing nails, on live television.

but when Dear Leader does it, all we get from his enablers in the media is crickets.

speaking of Donny’s enablers in the media — pour one out for Fox News. they ended up having to sell this weak-ass shit to their audience of addled cultists.

“we’re celebrating at the great American state fair. we’ve got thousands of people celebrating with us.”

oh, Fox News, you’re adorable. don’t ever change.

you have to wonder if all those thousands of people are in the room with Fox News right now — because they sure weren’t on the National Mall.

do you see ‘thousands of people’ in that photo? I don’t. in fact, I’m pretty sure there was a larger crowd for the puppet show Spinal Tap opened for.

now, because I’m a Responsible Journalist and Everything™, I giffed the shit out of a video that Threads user ‘xochasyoung’ posted to their feed, so that you can see what Freedom 250 looks like from ground level.

it’s a fucking ghost town.

wait, did you catch that? there’s a miniature version of Donny’s fugly Triumphal Arch!

did someone mention Spinal Tap?

oh, and fun, true fact:

“There were more people watching Iran play soccer in the United States last night than at the America 250 fest.”

it’s not like anyone couldn’t have predicted this. remember that emotional support military parade that Donny threw for himself last year? remember how he promised it was going to be a great military parade — a military parade like few thought possible? maybe the greatest parade of all time?

here’s how that shit played out in real life: there were so few people in attendance that you could hear the squeaking of the tank treads as they rolled past the mostly-empty stands.

oof. how embarrassing.

no one showed up because no one wants any part of what Donny’s peddling. he’s fucking toxic.

Donny spent 45 million dollars on that underwhelming, half-baked clownfuck. where did all that money go? has anyone checked Donny’s bank account?

how much of this Freedom 250 grift is going straight into Donny’s pockets? will we ever find out?

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hey, remember how Freedom 250 originally had a whole bunch of musical acts booked to perform, and once they found out they were playing at some MAGA shitfest, they all canceled, and how pretty much the only performer remaining on the bill was Vanilla Ice?

yeah, well — guess what:

Vanilla Ice was set to take the stage as part of the Great American State Fair's 'I Love the 90s!' event on Friday, June 26, at the National Mall in Washington, D.C. Less than two hours before showtime, organizers pulled the plug as heavy rainfall came down on Trump's Freedom 250 festival.

in the absence of Vanilla Ice, the main musical attraction at Donny’s shitfest was some MAGA perv who ahem allegedly dropped trou and started strumming on the old banjo.

A MAGA live-streamer dressed as Uncle Sam has been arrested at President Donald Trump‘s Great American State Fair after multiple witnesses reported him to police.

Gian Rachtelli, 54, was taken into custody on Thursday afternoon and charged with lewd, indecent or obscene acts after three people independently described what they believed was a sexual act taking place during a Cirque Mechanics performance.

hey Gian — is that a chapstick in your pocket, or are you just happy to be at the Mall?

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empty booths, deserted mallways, melted ice cream, a broken ferris wheel, canceled performances, corruption and grifting, and some dude fisting his trouser trout. this whole Freedom 250 thing has turned into a typical Donny clusterfuck.

July 4th is less than a week away. Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants has six days to get his shit together for the main event. do you think he will?

of course he won’t. this is Dear Leader we’re talking about. everything he touches, dies — because he’s an incompetent imbecile who acts first and thinks never. and Donny couldn’t commit a patriotism if his life depended on it.

come on, even bald eagles hate Donny.

whatever Donny cooks up for July 4 is going to be a twenty-megaton tire fire, and we are all here for it.

hey, maybe Donny should post the National Guard every three feet at his Freedom Shitpile. after all, that’s how he solved the Epstein Reflecting Pool.

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now here’s a super-fun and not-at-all-racist thing that Lord Buttstench — or that weird stalker-lady who’s smitten with him — posted to his crappy app.

oh my god, Donny is so jealous of Obama. he burns with envy. he’s obsessed.

get it? get it? we’re supposed to be impressed that Donny was some kind of uniformed exemplar, while a hat-wearing Barack HUSSEIN Obama dressed himself up like a pimp.

racist much?

remember, Cadet Bone Spurs got sent to military school in the first place because he was such an unmanageable psychopath that his parents couldn’t deal with him, and had him shipped off to who the fuck cares, just get him out of their sight.

what a role model.

I’m sorry, but I’d rather hang with Barack. he seems more likely to let me have a hit off his doob, and less likely to hit on my sister.

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now let’s have us some Daily Claudia.

here’s Ms. Spouse, waiting for our rental car at the San Diego Airport Sheridan, on March 16, 2025. that’s right, she made me travel all the way across the country on my birthday.

and here’s some patio cocktail hour on June 2, 2025.

have a great Sunday, everyone. don’t take your dick out on the National Mall. what kind of sick freak does that?

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