I’m sorry, but Preznit Fuckwit’s vulgar Epstein Dance Hall is the last thing we need right now

building it won’t solve any of our problems

everything fucking sucks right now. we’re bogged down in an unwinnable don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war in Iran. We the People struggle to pay our bills as the price of gas, goods, and services continues to soar. you’d better pray you don’t get sick, because a hospital stay will bankrupt you. masked government thugs roam the streets of our cities — and don’t you dare look at them funny, because they will shoot you on the spot and then say you had it coming.

oh, and the government is about to run out of money again.

so, is America’s ruling party doing anything to fix any of that shit? of course not. what these useless pantloads are completely obsessed with right now is building Preznit Fuckwit’s vulgar Epstein Dance Hall™.

welcome to life in the United States of Utter Fucking Embarrassment.

Lindsey Graham: “if you don’t think four hundred million dollars of taxpayer is a good investment to create a secure facility at the White House ... the number one job of the federal government is national security. the number one job of national security would be to protect the commander-in-chief, and to have infrastructure under the ballroom that is very national security-centric.”

oh, please. could Old Lindz pull his nose out of Donny’s ass for one lousy second and fuck himself straight into the ocean? the number one job of any government is to take care of its people. this is a truth that we have completely lost sight of in America, where we’ve been gaslighted by some ludicrous fairy tail about how the oligarchy must come first, and all their bounteous table scraps will come trickling down to us if we wait long enough.

news flash: we’ve been waiting for forty years. it ain’t happening.

the thirdworldification of America is almost complete. ‘Dear Leader needs a gaudy monument to himself’ is some real tinpot dictator shit. this is exactly the kind of thing we used to mock backwards countries for.

it’s fucking infuriating.

and to add insult to injury, We the People are now being told that it’s our job to pay for that shit — to the tune of at least four hundred million taxpayer dollars.

wait a minute, what kind of bullshit is this? Donny swore up and down that his fugly dance hall was going to cost us taxpayers nothing. here he is on February 5, 2025, saying exactly that.

“it’s going to cost nothing. I will spend the whole thing myself.”

(yes, Donny is too cognitively impaired to understand the difference between ‘raise’ and ‘spend,’ but let’s set that aside for the moment.)

Donny’s whole sales pitch was how all his oligarch snugglebunnies were going to foot the entire bill, our of the goodness of their sclerotic hearts. you know, people like Jeff Bezos and his personal flotation device.

in fact, Donny claimed to have already raised three hundred mil.

Trump has said that the administration has raised about $300 million for the project.

tell me, please, because I really want to know: where the fuck is that money? did it get up and walk away? is it now in one of Donny’s bank accounts?

did it ever exist in the first place, or was Donny just making shit up again?

and why is the entire Republican Party all of a sudden so horny to build Dear Leader’s vulgar Epstein Dance Hall™? what’s in it for them?

don’t expect a straight answer from shitweasels like Lindsey Graham. as always, We the People have been cordially invited to go fuck ourselves.

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we’re being told that because Dear Leader’s life is in constant danger, the only safe place for him to be is locked away in some fortified, drone-proof dance hall, behind seven-inch-thick bulletproof glass.

once again, we’re being gaslighted. it only takes about five seconds of critical thinking for all this dumbfuckery to unravel.

here’s a question: if any of that horse shit is true, then why does Donny spend half his life outdoors, cheating at golf?

do you see any seven-inch-thick bulletproof glass on that golf cart? is any of that shit drone-proof? are we supposed to believe that Dear Leader’s mortal life is in constant danger as he waddles around the ninth green?

in fact, Donny spends almost every weekend at one of his vermin-infested golf motels. I don’t remember any of them having a super-secure dance hall.

look at these two beauties, hanging out at Motel-a-Lago. at any moment they could be droned into smithereens, leaving only a pile of smoking silicone.

shouldn’t someone warn them?

if Donny is truly taking his life in his hands every time he ventures out in public, then what the fuck was he doing hanging out a UFC match? that doesn’t look very secure to me.

tell me, is the Super Bowl drone-proof?

the fact is that for the umpteenth time, We the People are being lied to.

the real reason Dear Leader needs a vulgar Epstein Dance Hall™ is that Dear Leader wants a vulgar Epstein Dance Hall™. that’s the beginning and end of it, and whatever happens to be going on in the news at any given moment becomes the rationale. is there a state function? well, we shoulda hadda dance hall. did Donny shit his diaper again? a dance hall would have prevented that. oh, did some yutz try to take a pot-shot at Donny? sorry, Mr. and Mrs. America, it’s time for you fork over four hundred million dollars. Dear Leader’s safety is at stake.

you know what? if the only thing that will keep a person safe from gunfire in America is a vulgar dance hall, then let’s build one for every schoolchild, so we’ll never have to go through this again.

wouldn’t that be a far better use of our money?

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here’s your hero of the day: Jimmy Fucking Kimmel, who is once again thumbing his nose in the faces of Dear Leader and his Slovenian rent-a-wife.

welcome to the latest manufactroversy to come out of the Donnyverse. on Friday — a full day before the events of the White House Correspondents Dinner — Kimmel delivered the following joke during his show.

Look at Melania, so beautiful. Mrs. Trump, you have a glow like an expectant widow.

okay, fine — maybe in hindsight it was ill-timed, but how the fuck was Kimmel supposed to know that?

besides, it’s a joke all of us have made at one point or another.

but because there must never be any ridicule of America’s Royal Family, Donny and Melly completely lost their shit and demanded Kimmel be fired.

I’m sorry, but Melania did not write that by herself. remember, English is not one of the five languages she allegedly speaks.

have Donny and Melly learned nothing from the last time they whined like piss-babies about something Kimmel said?

don’t make stupid demands about him being fired. don’t even try. Jimmy Kimmel doesn’t give a shit about any of that.

now here’s Jimmy, serving up a big slice of Go Fuck Yourself Pie during his opening monologue last night.

“you know how sometimes you wake up in the morning and the First Lady puts out a statement demanding that you be fired from your job? we’ve all been there, right? we’re seeing yet another twitter vomit-storm, and a call to fire me from our First Lady, Melania Trump, saying I should be fired because of a joke I made, again, five nights ago. it was a pretend roast, I said that ‘our First Lady Melania’s here, look at her, so beautiful, Mrs. Trump, you have a glow like an expectant widow.’ which obviously was a joke about their age difference and the look of joy we see on her face every time they’re together. it was a very light roast joke about the fact that he’s almost 80 and she’s younger than I am. it was not by any stretch of the imagination a call to assassination — and they know that. I’ve been very vocal for many years, speaking out against gun violence in particular. but I understand that the First Lady had a stressful experience over the weekend, and probably every weekend is pretty stressful in that house, and I agree hateful and violent rhetoric is something we should reject. I do, and I think a great place to start to dial that back would be to have a conversation with your husband about it.”

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here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.

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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.