‘everyone is entitled to my own opinion’ endorses Kamala Harris for president
here’s why Kamala's got my vote
because she’s not a fucking fascist. duh.
here are some quick hits for the day before Election Day.
the Donny Convict Elder Abuse Tour continues
Team Trump is still dragging Donny around to three or more campaign events a day, but he clearly no longer has the stamina — or cognitive acuity — to hack it. there’s only so much Adderall you can pump into this deteriorating old dotard before the drug ceases to have any effect.
he’s a burnt-out, slurring mess.
“all we have to do is crry sha bah over that— thing.”
you do that, bro. you crry that bah over that thing. now eat your wheatena, gramps — you were due back at the assisted living facility an hour ago.
if you’re like me, you’ve been really pissed off about the cobs. it’s lucky for all of us that Donny has a whistleblower to tear the lid off this whole sordid scandal.
“all of you people wouldn’t have a chance to see before you pull the lever on— Tuesday. but a whistleblower released the information on the eighteen— on the eight hundred thousand— cobs. plus. the whistleblower said, you know there were not eight hundred thousand and eighteen thousand, you add them up, that’s— and then you add a hundred— think of it.”
math, how does it work? eight hundred here, a thousand there, pretty soon you’ve got a pretty big pile of cobs — and who’s going to eat all this fucking corn?
by the way, the word that Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants was fumbling for was jobs, not cobs. even so, none of Donny’s incomprehensible blithering makes one lick of sense.
Donny really regrets that he didn’t refuse to leave the White House in 2021.
“… our country the day that I left. I shouldn’t have left.”
I really, really wish that Donny had tried to overstay his welcome at the White House — because at noon on January 20th, 2021, he would have magically transformed from a president to a trespasser — and that would have been a sight to see.
I’m pretty sure the Secret Service would have taken a dim view of a belligerent trespasser wandering around the West Wing. they could have put Donny’s I refuse to leave act on pay-per-view — a livestream of Donny being frogmarched off the premises would have retired the National Debt within the hour.
oh look, it’s just a wanna-be fascist, fantasizing about reporters getting shot.
“they have this piece of glass here. but all we have over here is the fake news. and to get me, somebody would have to shoot through the fake news, and I don’t mind that so much.”
there’s no cause for alarm, folks — the New York Times is here to assure you all that Donny was just joking.
have you ever met a more Stockholm-syndromed bunch of cowering lapdogs than the corporate media?
“someone should shoot you.”
“heh heh, funny joke, sir.”
I guess if you want honesty in your reporting, you have to leave the New York City environs and hop an Amtrak all the way down to Philadelphia.
that’s how you do it.
vote for … wut?
when it comes to finding warm-up speakers for Donny Convict’s hate-rallies, Republicans don’t have a deep bench.
once you’ve run through all the racist comedians like Tony Hinchcliffe, the hysterical fascist screamers like Stephen Miller, and the disgraced lawyers like Rudy Colludy and Parking Garage Alina, there aren’t a lot of warm bodies left over.
remember Herschel Walker? he was one of the fringe clowns — people like Kari Lake and Dr. Oz — who Donny hand-picked to run for Senate in 2022. with the exception of Couchfuck McGee — the lone victor in the bunch — they all got fucking crushed.
in any sane political party, that would have be the last anyone heard of them. after all, nobody invited Mike Dukakis to open for them, after he helmet-in-a-tanked himself to a massive defeat 1988.
but if you’re a MAGA Republican, you can hang around forever — no matter how big an embarrassment you are. and so yesterday, warming up for Donny, Herschel showed us all why you should never play football without a helmet.
“… it will stop on Tuesday, when we get to the polls, and we vote for my friend and your friend, Donald Trump Junior. Donald Trump. Jonald J. Trump.”
we thank you for your service, Herschel.
get ready for a double-fuckload of fucktastic fucknuttery
I remain fairly confident that Kamala will win tomorrow’s election, and I’m somewhat confident that she will prevail in face of the numerous attempts Republican will make to steal the presidency for Donny — but I am also one hundred percent certain that the period between November 5th and January 20th is going to be a complete shit-show of insanity.
oh boy, “constitutional sheriffs.”
if you’ve never encountered one of these power-mad dipshits, buckle in — it’s about to get weird.
“constitutional sheriffs” imagine that the US Constitution confers upon them powers that they absolutely don’t have — and so they spend their copious free time getting all up in everybody else’s shit.
meet Barry County, Mich., Sheriff Dar Leaf.
Sheriffs like him see themselves as holding supreme authority in their counties, exceeding that of state and federal law enforcement officials. They have become prominent figures in the election denial movement, and according to critics, among the most dangerous. “Constitutional sheriffs” believe they have the authority to seize voting machines, assemble armed posses to patrol near polling stations and refuse to enforce any law they view to be unconstitutional.
after the 2020 election, Sheriff Leaf sent a couple of his goons over to the offices of Rutland Charter Township clerk Robin Hawthorne. when they demanded to put their grubby paws all over her vote-tabulating equipment, she pretty much told them to go fuck themselves.
Hawthorne answered the private investigator’s questions, she said, as the deputy recorded the conversation on his phone. But when they asked to see her vote-counting machines, she was adamant.
You can look at them, she recalled telling the men, but you can’t touch anything.
They got up to leave instead. But before doing so, Hawthorne said, they insisted that she not mention their visit to anybody to protect the investigation.
“I was like bull crap,” she said. “You’re not going to come in here, grill me like this and I’m not going to find out what’s going on.”
2024 is going to be 2020 on steroids. fortunately, our side is prepared for all of their side’s nonsense.
Election Day is tomorrow. if we vote, we win.
I'm going to be an ACLU poll watcher tomorrow (complete with an official ACLU vest, to make me an even clearer target, here in South Dakota), and am quite prepared to deal with whatever bozos come my way. It helps that I'm a 70 year old retired history professor who also worked for the judicial system in a couple of states, which means I don't take crap from anybody any more.
I’ve got my stock pot as a helmet, my wooden baseball bat as my protection and an extra case of water at the ready if shit goes south. I’m leaving my Harris/Walz sign up just to add an element of danger and intrigue.