it’s nighttime in America. our government has been shuttered for a month. millions of Americans have just lost their jobs, and millions more just lost their assistance benefits. prices of goods and services keep rising with no end in sight, and the cost of healthcare is about to skyrocket.
We the People are hurting — badly.
meanwhile, down in his vulgar Florida golf motel, a 34-criminal-count narcoleptic fart factory is hosting a party for his rich fuckwad friends who get off on destroying everything around them.
the theme of the party? some book about rich fuckwads who get off on destroying everything around them.
oh look, it’s the Great Fatsby.
oh my god, Fatsby is a mess.
Donny can no longer take care of himself. his hair is a vague tangle. his burnt-cork makeup ends well before his hairline. his neckgina looks like it’s about to give birth. look at his vacant eyes. the lights are on, but nobody’s home. does Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants even know where he is?
here’s a photo of Donny with another of his plastic inflatable partygoers.
has Donny forgotten how to smile? what is this death-mask grimace?
he’s doing it again in this photo of him with America’s tipsiest US Attorney, Jeanine Boxwine.
does Donny’s face no longer work properly? is he overcompensating for stroke damage?
this is looking less and less like a party and more the like the Donny Convict Elder Abuse Hour. could someone please get President Yam Yam a pudding cup and guide him to his bed?
here’s what was going on down at the golf motel, at the exact moment that SNAP benefits expired.
what kind of tone-deaf Marie Antoinette shit is this, flaunting the obscene wealth of the ruling class while ordinary Americans are hurting?
who told Donny this would be a good look?
what big, strong, teary-eyed event planner went up to Donny and said ‘sir! sir! we should have a Great-Gatsby-themed party like no one thought possible! sir!’
it’s for certain that Donny had no idea what he was saying yes to — nor did he care. he hasn’t read the book. he can’t even read a one-page intel briefing. all he knows is that Gatsby was a rich guy — just like me, durr-hurr-hurr. yeah, let’s do a Gatsby party!
maybe he watched the movie, but I doubt it. Donny likes action. he likes shit blowing up. he’s not going to sit through two hours of Robert Redford looking angsty.
maybe if Gatsby brandished a machine gun like President Camacho in Idiocracy, Donny would watch the shit out of that.
that’s more like it! now it’s The Fucking Awesome Gatsby.
do you think Donny even knows about the book’s most famous quote?
“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
does that sound like anyone we know — the careless shitweasel who’s smashed America into pieces? except in Donny’s case, he’s taken it one step further. he doesn’t even want the mess cleaned up. just leave it the way it is, and let Donny enjoy the pretty flames.
everything the Great Fatsby does only proves how much he hates America — and everyone in it. all he cares about is glomming all the power, all the money, and all the attention. the rest of us — the people he’s supposed to be governing — we’re all just a means to a greedy end.
he couldn’t give a shit about We the People. we’re all cordially invited to go fuck ourselves. and that goes double for the gullible rubes who voted for him — because when public assistance funding dries up, and health insurance premiums go through the roof, who do you think it hurts the most? people in the red states, that’s who.
let’s talk about those SNAP benefits that expired at midnight on Saturday — because here’s some bullshit that Donny posted to his crappy app on Friday.
“Our Government lawyers do not think we have the legal authority to pay SNAP with certain monies we have available.”
notice how Donny’s always claiming he has supreme executive power to do whatever the fuck he wants. according to Donny, no court can stop him — because he’s a Very Special Boy who can demolish the East Wing, put armed soldiers on the streets, and disappear people into Salvadoran slave-labor prisons any time he wants to, all by presidential fiat.
but help people who are suffering? all of a sudden, Donny’s singing a different tune. ‘oh no,’ Donny blubbers, ‘I really wish I could help, but I’m powerless. my hands are tied.’
oh, fuck straight off with this nonsense.
but let’s pay attention to this line from Donny’s post:
“If we are given the appropriate legal direction by the Court, it will BE MY HONOR to provide the funding.”
a judge, quoting Donny’s own words and throwing them back in his face, just slapped Donny with a writ of go fuck yourself.
“Here’s the ORDER — and here’s the legal direction from the Court.”
I am so here for judges who have no patience for Donny’s bullshit.
let’s go out with a bang. let’s listen to what a real president sounds like, because it’s so easy to forget.
here’s Barack HUSSEIN Obama, on the campaign trail for Abigail Spanberger in Virginia, talking sense to the American people.
“when I think back to a year ago, I remember talking to some people, who would say, this election doesn’t matter all that much. that however the next president ended up being, it wasn’t going to matter to them. if nothing else, the last nine months should have cured us of that idea. because the stakes are now clear. we do not need to speculate about the dangers to our democracy. we do not need to wonder about whether vulnerable people will be hurt, or ask ourselves how much meaner our culture needs to become. we witnessed it. elections do matter. and they matter for you.”
now let’s watch a crowd at a campaign stop in New Jersey break into cheers after someone shouts ‘Obama ’28’ and ‘four more years.’
fuck yeah.
let’s do this. the next time some MAGA moron gets in your face with some counterfactual poppycock about how their beloved Dear Leader can run for a third term, just reply “Obama ’28.”
have a great Sunday, everyone.
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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The cruelty has never been MORE the point than right now. It's their whole raison d'être. I am fully convinced that every single person in this administration is a legit sociopath.
Donnie may not be literate enough to have read the book, or have the attention to sit and watch the movie. But those of us who have, know it doesn’t end well for Jay Gatsby.