the remarkable thing about the team of gazillionaire shitkazoos who make up Donny’s cabinet is how they’re so relatable. they have the same problems as we do, right?
here’s a little hiccup I’m sure all of us have faced: what if a momentary blip in the markets cause a disruption to one of your minor investments, one that generally brings you a million dollars a year?
like I said, relatable.
please pour one out for Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent, he’s going through a very rough patch right now.
“Martha, in case you don’t know it, I’m actually a soybean farmer, so I have felt this pain, too.”
I mean, who among us isn’t a soybean farmer, am I right?
Bessent may look like a haughty fuckface oligarch to you, but let me tell you: as soon as those cameras go off, Soybean Scott changes into some well-worn overalls, clenches a stalk of wheat between his teeth, and goes out to work the back forty.
e-i-e-i-oh, motherfucker!
here’s a photo of Farmer Bessent’s soybean farm in Washington, DC.
relatable, am I right?
have you noticed that Soybean Scott always has a look on his face like the sommelier brought him the wrong bottle of Chateau Lafite?
‘I said the ’64, you idiot. I wouldn’t water my soybeans with this swill.’
now, let’s get real. obviously, Scott Bessent isn’t any kind of farmer — he’s an investor. one of his investments happens to be partial ownership of farmland in North Dakota — an investment that brings him about a million dollars a year in rent.
that’s right, Soybean Scott is a fucking landlord.
and yet, Scott Bessent has the temerity to look straight into the camera and go ‘boo hoo hoo, pity me, I’m just a poor soybean farmer trying to make ends meet.’
oh, please. fuck you, you parasite.
what a load of horse shit. Farmer Scott is worth at least half a billion dollars. that farmland — which Bessent has probably never even seen a photo of — is a line item on a spreadsheet. he could give a shit about soybeans. what he cares about is the rent he can extract from actual farmers.
if the soybean market circles the drain because of Dear Leader’s reckless tariff incoherence, does Bessent even notice? absolutely not. a million bucks a year is life-changing income for you or me — but for Soybean Scott, it’s just 0.2% of his net worth.
trust me, Scott Bessent has no fucking clue what it’s like to worry about money. he can’t relate. he has no idea what it’s like to watch helplessly as Donny Convict destroys your life and plunges you into bankruptcy.
for Soybean Scott, losing that income is a minor annoyance — one that’s solved by calling his banker and having them move some money around.
not one of the gazillionaires who make up Donny’s cabinet knows what it’s like to struggle. not only do they not know, they don’t want to know. they don’t care. you are not their problem.
if you needed any further proof that none of these shitweasels could give a fuck about ordinary Americans, let’s go back to last March, and revisit what noted soybean farmer Howard Lutnick said about people who were worried about missing a Social Security check.
“let’s say Social Security didn’t send out their checks this month. my mother-in-law, who’s 94, wouldn’t call and complain. she wouldn’t call and complain. she just wouldn’t. she’d think something got messed up, and she’ll get it next month. a fraudster always makes the loudest noise, screaming, yelling, and complaining.”
oh please, you granny-starving bastard, do fuck off.
Commerce Secretary Lutnick is an obscenely wealthy plutocrat who’s worth between $2 and $4 billion. he has no clue how real people live. imagine being so out of touch that you have the nerve to suggest that only fraudsters would complain about a missed check.
do you think Howard Lutnick’s 94-year-old mother-in-law whines because her soybean farm is facing bankruptcy? fuck no. she just rings up her precious Howie and goes ‘sweetie, do me a solid and loan me a couple of mil until Donny sorts this tariff shit out. thanks honey. see you at Thanksgiving.’
gee, I wonder if Soybean Scott Bessent has a son-in-law he can reach out to.
here’s another example of how our out-of-touch overlords couldn’t give a shit about you or me. in four days, due to the government shutdown, 42 million needy Americans are going to lose their SNAP benefits. mind you, the government has the money to continue paying out these benefits — they’re just choosing not to. because fuck you, that’s why. they are literally starving people because they think they can blame Democrats for it and score political points.
seriously, if you go to the USDA Food and Nutrition Service website right now, you’ll get a message basically saying ‘Democrats took your money and gave it to transgender immigrants.’
Senate Democrats have now voted 12 times to not fund the food stamp program, also known as the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP). Bottom line, the well has run dry. At this time, there will be no benefits issued November 01. We are approaching an inflection point for Senate Democrats. They can continue to hold out for healthcare for illegal aliens and gender mutilation procedures or reopen the government so mothers, babies, and the most vulnerable among us can receive critical nutrition assistance.
how fucked up is that?
is it cruel to deny benefits to needy families, for naked political reasons? well, cruelty is the point, pal.
actual American lives are at stake here — and Republicans just don’t give a shit. what would Howard Lutnick say to these struggling families? he’d probably call them fraudsters and tell them to ‘shut the fuck up and stop complaining.’
what would Soybean Scott Bessent say? ‘look, I’m not getting SNAP benefits either, so I’m feeling this pain, too.’
we know what Mike Davis would say: ‘get off your fat ghetto ass and get a job.’
Mike Davis isn’t some rando loudmouth on Elon’s Nazi Bar. he’s a DC insider. he’s a Federalist Society fuckstick, and he’s clerked for Nihilist Neal Gorsuch — and here he is, screaming the quiet part out loud. ‘get off your fat, ghetto asses.’
could Davis’ tweet possibly be any more racist? it’s like those words want to leap off the screen and form a burning cross.
it’s Ronald Reagan’s mythical ‘welfare queen’ — the imaginary black woman who, Reagan told us, drove her Cadillac from mailbox to mailbox, collecting fraudulent welfare checks — updated for the twenty-first century.
fact check: 86% of all SNAP benefits go to households that include a child, an elderly person, or a person with disabilities. almost 40% of SNAP recipients are children, and whites account for 37% of SNAP recipients.
but Mike Davis couldn’t give a shit about any of your inconvenient facts. he’s too busy fearmongering at twice the speed of light.
‘those lazy you-know-what are sitting on their fat, ghetto asses and spending your money.’
Mike Davis has no idea what it’s like to struggle to make ends meet. neither does Howard Lutnick, nor Soybean Scott Bessent.
and it’s for certain that neither does Donny Convict, whose tyrant Klansman father cooked up fraudulent tax-avoidance schemes that gave his darling son a net worth of a million dollars by the time he was eight years old.
Donny gets himself a gaudy Epstein Ballroom, while you and I are cordially invited to go fuck ourselves.
in any just world, these callous fuckfaces would lose everything — and then be forced to survive on what’s left of the social safety net they’re trying like hell to destroy.
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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I receive SNAP
65 years old
Taking care of my 90 year old folks
You tell ‘em Jeff
That smug mug requires a cream pie just as that of others in his admin requires an anvil dropped by Chuck Jones from Heaven.