five-time draft dodger once again dishonors war dead

and then shits the bed at a rally

“what the fuck is wrong with you?”

it’s such a simple, seven-word question. yet not one of the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press will dare ask it of Dear Leader.

and holy shit, did they ever have a golden opportunity to ask it yesterday.

“all of them said very strongly, ‘we cannot let Iran have a nuclear weapon.’”

that was Preznit Fuckwit, on his way to yesterday’s dignified transfer in Dover, speaking of the four service members who died last Friday, fighting in the pointless don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran that Donny started for no good reason at all. according to Dear Leader, each and every one of them said, very strongly, ‘we cannot let Iran have a nuclear weapon.’

let’s do a quick fact check. no, these four fallen heroes didn’t say anything of the sort. they didn’t say it strongly. they didn’t have tears in their eyes. they didn’t do any of that shit, because they’re fucking dead — and this callous shithead is using them as pawns, putting words in their mouths, in a disgraceful attempt to justify the stupid, unnecessary war that ended their lives.

oh, and here’s a pro tip for Donny: you’re supposed to bow your head out of respect for the fallen, you malignant toad.

I guess we should be grateful that this disrespectful piece of shit didn’t wear a golf cap, like he did at the previous dignified transfer he attended, last March.

at least he didn’t punch his freakishly undersized fists in their air, like he did at a 9/11 memorial in 2018.

thank god for small favors, am I right?

the question must be asked: why do Donny’s minders keep sending him to Dover for these dignified transfers? you really can’t even call what took place a ‘dignified transfer,’ because Donny is the opposite of dignified. he’s a fucking buffoon, and he always makes a fool of himself. it couldn’t be more obvious that he doesn’t even have the capacity to understand the solemnity of the moment. it’s completely lost on him. nor does he give a shit about the ‘losers and suckers’ that he sent off to die. they’re just convenient props to him.

“all of them said very strongly, ‘we cannot let Iran have a nuclear weapon.’”

shut the fuck up, Piggy.

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oh look — Donny’s minders let him do two events in one day. after he stunk up the joint in Dover, he was bundled into Fuckface Force One and flown off to do a rally at Wheeler High School in Marietta, GA.

why would they do that? Donny can barely handle one public event per day. sending him to do a second is pretty much just elder abuse.

he was an incoherent, sweaty mess.

first, Donny played a vigorous round of Things That Never Happened The Most.

“as I said at my recent address at Mount Rushmore recently, I don’t know if anybody saw it, such a beautiful place. you know, the communists wants to take it down. they— try taking Mount Rushmore down. they want to blow it up.”

how come this is the first I’m hearing about this plot to blow up Mount Rushmore? clearly, I’m a member of the wrong communist cell. my homies just sit around and drone on and on about how the workers should control the means of production. BO-RING.

tell me, is ‘the commies are coming to fuck your shit’ getting any traction at all?

have you noticed that all the cool Republicans are now doing this, running their mouths about how every Democrat is somehow a communist? is that even working? come on, the Cold War ended a generation ago. nobody gives a shit about commies any more. hey, GOP — I have the 1950s on the phone. they want their scare tactic back.

next, Donny played a round of People That Never Happened The Most.

“every single time. they’re afraid of the communists. you look at it— now I was uh— I fought Ossoff before, as you know, and we won. he reminds me of— Pinky Herman. you ever see Pinky Herman?”

no, no one’s ever seen Pinky Herman, you sundowning dumbfuck.

hey, maybe Donny meant to do that, get Pee-Wee Herman’s name wrong.

then we got a little bit of Gender Reassignment That Never Happened The Most.

“we had transgender for everybody, men in women’s sports came ravaging through our cities.”

remember that, when Sleepy Joe Brandon forced everybody to be transgender — and then we had to ravage through all the cities? they gave me a dress that didn’t even fit properly. how was I supposed to ravage while wearing that?

seriously, if the worthless scribblers aren’t going to ask ‘what the fuck is wrong with you,’ could one of them at least ask Dear Leader to define what he means by ‘transgender for everybody’? because I’d really love to know. he repeats this mindless phrase over and over, until everybody forgets that it’s just some meaningless dumbfuckery he made up.

finally, it was time for Donny to talk about Legislation That Never Happened The Most.

“we’ll pass the great healthcare plan. it’s called Our Great Healthcare Plan. that’s the name of it, to stop all payments to big insurance companies and give the money directly to the people so they can buy their own healthcare, which will be much better, and you will save a lot of money.”

Jesus H. Christ on a toadstool, Donny’s been working on his healthcare plan for ten fucking years, and all he’s come up with so far is the title.

I’m loving this plan to [check notes] stop payments to insurance companies and give it directly to [checks notes again] the people, so they can [checks notes a third time] give it to the insurance companies.

that actually makes less sense than ‘transgender for everybody.’

congratulations, Donny, you’ve out-moronned yourself.

does Donny have any idea how insurance works? did he come up with this plan all by himself, or did he have help? do you think soft, pampered jackass has ever personally paid an insurance premium in his life?

hey, here’s another question: in all those clips, did you notice how bored all the students behind Donny are?

look at them:

not one of them is paying any attention at all to Dear Leader. they’re just looking at their phones, or falling asleep as the dilapidated old fuckmuppet drones away in front of them.

which quite smoothly brings us to our hero of the day: this dude, who mocked Donny’s accordion hands and anus-mouth while Donny was doing accordion hands and anus-mouth.

let’s gif that shit for posterity’s sake.

perfect. ten out of ten. no notes.

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it’s Daily Claudia time!

here’s a triptych of Ms Spouse at Stonecrop Gardens in Cold Spring, NY, on October 27, 2017.

have a great Thursday, everyone. get that camera out of my face.

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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.

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