just lie back and enjoy your military occupation, peasant

also: is Donny ‘the Hitler of our time’? the answer may surprise you

Sep 10, 2025

United States President Donald J. Pussygrabber has never been big on consent. I mean, it’s right there in his name — Pussygrabber. that’s kind of a dead giveaway, isn’t it?

but it’s not just women who gets this grab-first-and-ask-permission-never treatment. business partners, investors, subordinates, flunkies, family members, the ‘depreciated woman’ who ended up in his dead pedo bestie’s birthday book — Donny is a self-entitled prick who grabs them all, sans consent, and takes whatever he wants. money, time, adoration, bodies. mine, mine, mine, mine.

Donny does whatever he wants, to whomever he wants — and you can fuck straight off with your oh-so-quaint notions of consent. that’s not how Donny rolls.

and now, Dear Leader has infected the entire Republican Party with this ‘consent? we don’t need no stinking consent’ contagion.

check out Holy Mike Johnson. he thinks Democratic governors who object to military occupation should just lie back and enjoy it.

“I cannot for the life of me understand how the Democrats think this is some kind of winning political message. yield, man! let the troops come into your city and show how crime can be reduced.”

yield? what the actual fuck?

hey, Holy Mike — I’ve got Benjamin “That’s Me On The C-Note” Franklin on the phone. he says to tell you ‘those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.’

no, Mike, you can’t talk to Ben. he muttered ‘gotta go’ and hung up. I think I heard French women giggling in the background — and it sounded pretty consensual.

seriously, ‘un-American’ doesn’t get any more un-American than ‘yield to the armed soldiers patrolling the streets of your city.’ that’s some Nazi-level shit right there. one would really like to say ‘shame on you’ to Holy Mike, but none of these fascist shitweasels are capable of feeling shame.

no sane person wants to live a police state, and — oh, look! — we have proof.

it seems the National Guard has been analyzing news reports and social media to get a sense of how DC residents feel about being forced to live under military occupation. spoiler alert: they fucking loathe that shit.

“Trending videos show residents reacting with alarm and indignation,” a summary from Friday said. “One segment features a local [resident] describing the Guard’s presence as leveraging fear, not security — highlighting widespread discomfort with what many perceive as a show of force.”

guess what? the troops don’t want to be there, either. fascism ain’t what they signed up for when they joined the Guard.

Its mission is perceived as “leveraging fear,” driving a “wedge between citizens and the military,” and promoting a sense of “shame” among some troops and veterans.

nobody wants this shit. not the military, and certainly not the public. in fact, the only people in favor of this fascism are the fuckheads who get off on dominating: Preznit Pussygrabber and his merry band of equally-psychopathic sycophants — people such as Holy Mike Johnson, who literally believes in a thing called Seven Mountains Dominionism.

Dominionists believe that God has ordained them to run everything — given them dominion over all, to use their language.

Donny wants to dominate because he’s irreparably broken, and Holy Mike wants to dominate because he’s a nutcase who imagines he’s on a mission from God.

and you? you’re expected to just fucking yield.

now, I can hear you out there, asking, ‘Uncle Jeff, Donny is going to go ballistic when he finds out that the National Guard sent an unflattering report to the Washington Post. why would they do that?’

here’s why — and oh, this is the best part: the Guard done fucked up bigly.

The assessments are intended for internal use and were inadvertently emailed to The Post last week.

so, the Guard screwed the pooch — or, wait a minute, did they? was it really incompetence on the level of a dunk-tank clown butt-dialing classified war plans to a reporter — or did someone with a conscience nudge-nudge-wink-wink ‘inadvertently’ email that internal assessment?

speaking of having a conscience — or, more accurately, not having a conscience — let’s see what happens when you put an adjudicated rapist in charge of law enforcement.

“things that take place in the home they call crime. they’ll do anything they can to find something. if a man has a little fight with the wife, they say this is a crime.”

really, what kind of country are we living in, where the king of the house can’t indulge in a little domestic violence whenever he wants? after all, it was probably the wife’s own fault. she doesn’t know how to listen. just shut the fuck up lady, and don’t be so mouthy — and whatever you do, don’t make fun of your lord and master’s shitty hair plugs.

The part of the book that caused the most controversy concerns Trump’s divorce from his first wife, Ivana. Hurt obtained a copy of her sworn divorce deposition, from 1990, in which she stated that, the previous year, her husband had raped her in a fit of rage. In Hurt’s account, Trump was furious that a “scalp reduction” operation he’d undergone to eliminate a bald spot had been unexpectedly painful. Ivana had recommended the plastic surgeon. In retaliation, Hurt wrote, Trump yanked out a handful of his wife’s hair, and then forced himself on her sexually.

just a little fight with the wife — and Ivana should have yielded, am I right?

this is the kind of thing Donny doesn’t think should be a crime — not when there are innocent brown people who need to be disappeared off the streets. that’s where Donny wants the focus on law enforcement to be.

so here’s a thing Preznit Rapey did last night: he wanted to demonstrate how ‘safe’ DC has become since the military invasion thirty days ago, so he dragged reporters to a local restaurant, where he — along with Couchfuck McGee, Pete Kegstand, Nosferatu McGoebbels, and others — sat down and had dinner.

it was a worthless display of performative dumbfuckery that fooled nobody. this is a guy who, every minute of his life, is surrounded by a phalanx of Secret Service agents who are trained to take a bullet for him. Donny could walk through downtown Darfur with an entourage like that and come out without a scratch.

oh wait, did I say nobody was fooled? I was wrong. MAGA ate that shit up. cultists, tears in their eyes, tweeted ‘sir! sir! how do you do it, sir? no president surrounded by a shitload of armed guards has ever eaten in a restaurant before! sir!’

fucking idiots.

look, of course a city under military occupation is going to be ‘safe.’ very few people are foolhardy enough to do crimes when there are soldiers with guns crawling all over the place. the real question is, is this necessary? — and, more importantly, is this the America we want to live in?

fuck no, it is not.

so, Donny — how did you like the restaurant’s floor show?

“free DC! free Palestine! Trump is the Hitler of our time! free DC! free Palestine! Trump is the Hitler of our time! free DC! free Palestine! Trump is the Hitler of our time!”

oh, what’s that? you didn’t like it? you didn’t give your consent to be protested?

boo fucking hoo, pal. maybe you should just yield.

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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