literal antichrist speaks at prayer breakfast

scenes from another stark barking batshit speech

Feb 06, 2026

Donny Convict — the drooling loon his cultists believe is God’s Own Avatar On Earth — is what would happen if the seven Deadly Sins became a real boy. let’s run through the list: pride — yup. greed — you betcha. lust — just ask Ivanka. envy — no shit. gluttony — have you seen his waistline? wrath — ducked any ketchup bottles lately? sloth — the lazy fuck drives his golf cart right up onto the green.

with those bona fides, it’s only natural that God’s Own Avatar be anointed to speak at the National Prayer Breakfast.

naturally, it was a burst trash bag of rattlebrained incoherence — brags, boasts, outright lies, and fever-swamp fairy-tale nonsense. let’s settle in and sample some of the effluvia that oozed out of Donny’s rancid anus-mouth.

“remember Christmas was, uh— when I ran in 2015, when I announced, I said ‘we’re gonna bring back Christmas.’ because the word ‘Christmas’ was almost gone.”

oh please, not this inane hallucination again. Donny makes a point of bringing this up at every prayer breakfast, about how that Muslim bastard Barack HUSSEIN Obama outlawed Christmas. how back then, you couldn’t say Merry Christmas — because if you did, MS-13 gang members would appear out of nowhere and beat the shit of you. thank fuck that Dear Leader put an end to that. we’re forever in your debt, bro.

now Donny, can you get back on track? you’ve only just started and even God is getting tired of your bullshit.

“and we did— people use Christmas any more, we, we brought back the word Christmas, they didn’t want to use it, and we’re using it again. but I specifically told Pete, I said, ‘hit ’em on Christmas Day. not earlier, and not later. right, Pete? and man, did he hit ’em. so— and then we hit ’em again recently. we hit ’em again, pretty hard.”

wait a minute, did Donny just brag about ordering his piss-drunk Secretary of Whatever The Fuck He’s Calling Himself Today to drop bombs on Nigerians on Christmas Day? oh yes, he did. what kind of God’s Own Avatar on Earth does that? what a hideous piece of shit. maybe I’m wrong, but making war on the Baby Jesus’s birthday seems like the opposite of how you’re supposed to observe Christmas.

it’s bad enough Donny did that — but then to praise himself for it? at a ‘prayer breakfast?’

I mean, come on. doesn’t anyone remember the Christmas Day Truce of 1914, when British and German soldiers met in No Man’s Land to sing carols, exchange gifts and even play football?

that’s the historical example of how adversaries can come together on a holy day — but Donny would have probably ordered Piss-Drunk Pete to bomb that shit as well.

that Donny didn’t get struck by a bolt of lightning on the spot for bragging about a Christmas bombing is probably your greatest argument against the existence of a higher power.

to allow this malignant toad to stand up and open his fat yap at a religious event just makes a pathetic mockery of the whole thing. Donny could give a fuck about religion. he worships only two things — money and himself, and not necessarily in that order.

Donny even mocked the idea of prayer, right to the faces of the gathered religious leaders.

“you know, Mike Johnson’s a very religious person. and he does not hide it. he’ll say to me sometimes at lunch, ‘sir, may we pray?’ I’ll say, ‘excuse me? we’re having lunch.’”

HA HA! DEAR LEADER MADE A JOKE! no, wait — he’s not joking. he probably does tell Holy Mike to shut the fuck up every time Mike starts trying to pray. stuff a sock in it, Mike — God’s own Avatar isn’t putting up with that shit.

oh wait, is it time for the Airing of Grievances already?

“I don’t know how a person of faith can vote for a Democrat. I really don’t. and I know we have some here today. I don’t know why they’re here, because they certainly don’t give us their vote… they do something to win, and you know what it is? they cheat.”

shut the fuck up, piggy.

it’s really weird how every president since Eisenhower has shown up for National Prayer Breakfast and treated it like the nonpartisan event it’s meant to be. but not Donny. he’s got to bitch and bellyache about every grudge, and turn everything into us vs them. what a broken little child. boo fucking hoo, you sad loser-baby. grow up.

now perhaps someone can explain to me what on Earth this is.

“you can go and sleep. we have quarters prepared for you. I said no, no, I don’t have to sleep. I’ve been on a plane, sleeping, for twenty— y’mean— I’M SLEEPING THE PLANE. I don’t sleep on planes, I don’t like sleeping on planes, y’know? I like looking out the window for missiles and enemies, actually.”

what just happened? did Donny’s brain explode?

Mr. President, is this a piece of your brain?

I mean, was there even a context for Donny to be blithering about planes? one minute he’s pissing and moaning about how Democrats ‘cheat’ and then, the raccoons that live in his head chew through the wrong wires — and out comes ‘I’M SLEEPING THE PLANE.’

good for you, Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants. you go sleep the plane. now here comes that nice attendant to give you your pudding cup and help you to back to your room.

here’s the crowning moment of What The Fuck Is Wrong With You — Donny kissing the ass of El Salvador’s President Bukele, and praising him for running that slave-labor torture prison into which Donny’s thugs have been disappearing all those innocent immigrants.

“one of my favorite people, President Bukele of El Salvador, he has been so incredible. he has been such a great ally of this country. [turns to Bukele] thank you very much. such a great ally. [unintelligible] some of you seen, he operates rather large prisons. like prisons so large, you can’t see from one side to the other, unless you have perfect 20/20 eyesight with binoculars. that’s how long and big. and they do a job, they do a very humane job.”

sorry, but I have to jump in here — ‘they do a very humane job’? of torturing people? what the fuck?

“but they’re very strong prisons.”

big strong prisons with tears in their eyes.

ugh. just fucking ugh. why was a guy who runs torture prisons even invited to the National Prayer Breakfast in the first place?

what is wrong with Donny, and what is wrong with the organizers of this ‘prayer breakfast’?

Christofascists, can we talk? I know you love the shit out of Dear Leader right now. I know you consider him your messiah, because he’s enabled your entire hateful, misogynistic, anti-American Project 2025 agenda.

but come on, he just mocked you all to your face, blithered like a lunatic, and fanboyed in front of a torturer. aren’t you the least bit embarrassed by his antics?

and listen: you may think you control him, but you don’t. haven’t you been paying attention? the Mad King is loyal to no one but himself. the second you’re no longer useful to him, he’ll turn on you.

you naive fucking idiots. Donny isn’t your messiah. he’s a very naughty boy.

now go away.

after all that, we definitely need some heroes, so here you go: the crowd at Wednesday’s All Elite Wrestling Dynamite event in Las Vegas. listen as they very spontaneously — and very loudly — breaking into a chant of FUCK ICE.

and mad props to the referee who delayed the start of the match — and the announcer who stopped talking — so we could all bask in the glory of the chant.

that’s how toxic Donny’s agenda has become. he’s even lost the over-amped wrestling crowd.

someday this war’s gonna end.

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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