narcoleptic fuckwit shits the bed at the G7

another day full of embarrassments

take a look at the photo at the top of this post. what do you see? a bunch of world leaders, that’s what, all warmly greeting each other at the G7 meeting in Evian-les-Baines, France. they’re genuinely happy to see each other.

now tell me, what don’t you see? anyone talking to Dear Leader, that’s what you don’t see. nobody’s talking to Donny — because why would you, if you had the option of chatting instead with someone who’s not a fuckbrained malignant toad?

and so Donny just stands there, alone and confused, with the posture of a toddler who’s just done a fresh boom-boom in his pants — which, knowing what we know about Donny, he probably has.

he’s such a fucking embarrassment.

Donny’s minders should have never let him out of his hidey hole and flown him all the way to France. he’s too decrepit, and he just can’t hack the rigors of international travel any more. they should have come up with some excuse — we’re terribly sorry, the president is busy pointing at a drawing of a camel — and sent the furniture molester in his place.

oh sure, having Couchfuck McGee at the G7 would have added nothing to the international discourse, but at least he would have stayed awake.

check out this clip. in it, French President Macron asks the assembled G7 leaders to turn around in their chairs so that a group photo can be taken. everyone does — everyone except Donny, that is. he doesn’t move an inch, because everyone’s favorite narcoleptic fart factory is too busy sleeping

no one even tries to wake Donny up. once again, everyone in the room just ignores him, because he’s not worth the trouble. ugh. so embarrassing.

frankly, the Nodfather should have stayed asleep, because at least that kept his rancid anus-mouth shut. once he opened it, nothing but incoherent bullshit seeped out. get ready for the most fucked-up geography lesson you’ll ever hear in your life.

“working with Qatar and the people of Qatar was— really a pleasure. they— you’re— they were tough, they were strong, you know, they are the closest to Iran physically, so— with other countries I noticed they had to travel about 45 minutes to get there. with you, you could walk right across the border.”

fact check: what the fuck?

now, because I’m a Responsible Journalist and Everything™, I asked Google’s janky six-fingered plagiarism robot, ‘can you walk across the border from Qatar to Iran,’ and this is what it answered:

No, you cannot walk across the border from Qatar to Iran because they do not share a land border; they are separated by over 100 miles of the Persian Gulf. Travel between the two countries requires either a flight (approximately two hours) or a lengthy drive through Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, and Iraq.

Qatar is on the other side of the Persian Gulf from Iran. nobody’s walking between those two countries. if anyone from Qatar needs to go to Iran, they have to take one of their vulgar flying bordellos, like the one they gave to Donny to bribe him into doing their bidding.

and what other counties did Donny ‘notice had to travel about 45 minutes to get there’? what is he talking about? are any of those countries in the room with us right now? where is Donny getting his information? from the unceasing shrieking noises inside his fat head?

notice that everyone just sits there and lets Donny blither away. even Liddle Marco Big-Shoes, sitting right there to Dear Leader’s left, keeps his obedient mouth shut. because why even bother correcting him? Donny’s unteachable. he knows more about geography than all the geographers, and nothing is ever going to change that. he’s just going to blurt out whatever nonsense pops into liquefying pudding-brain.

because he’s a fucking embarrassment.

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hey, remember Donny’s rationale for starting his unwinnable don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran? of course you do. it’s right there on the White House website.

Donny never shut the fuck up about how Iran was only about twenty-seven seconds away from developing a big nuke that they couldn’t wait to drop on us, and no way was Donny going let that happen.

he was going to force Iran to hand over all of its enriched uranium, because if they didn’t, he was going to obliterate them so hard they wouldn’t know what obliterated them.

remember that? of course you do.

know who doesn’t seem to remember? this sundowning sack of shit.

“you could make the case, ‘why even bother?’ because it’s not really valuable.”

you know what he’s referring to? Iran’s enriched uranium. suddenly, the whole thing he went to war over is ‘not really valuable.’ what the fuck?

to be fair, Donny’s blithering about the financial value of the enriched uranium, not its strategic value, but keep in mind that we still don’t know what’s in Donny top-secret framework of a concept of a sketch of a peace deal. don’t be surprised if that deal lets Iran keep all that shit — and don’t be surprised if Donny starts flapping his yap about how ‘what’s the big deal, it was never really all that valuable.’

how fucking embarrassing will that be?

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keep Donny’s don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran in your mind, because here’s former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton — speaking on Monday at the 92nd Street Y in Manhattan — to confirm what John Kerry told us a couple of months ago: that Bibi Netanyahu expended a considerable amount of effort trying to goad every American president into attacking Iran.

Hillary Clinton says when she was Secretary of State there was “constant” and “relentless” pressure by Prime Minister Netanyahu and then-Defense Minister Ehud Barak to secure U.S. backing for a military strike against Iran.

Clinton recalled hours-long phone calls where Israeli officials used leverage tactics, frequently telling her their “planes are on the tarmac” to imply an imminent, unilateral strike.

Clinton says she would respond to pressure like that with: “Well, good luck.”

awesome. Netanyahu and his flunkies never stopped pestering the Obama foreign policy team to do him a solid and bomb the shit out of Iran. the Email Lady was smart enough to be all ‘eat an entire bowl of fuck, pal’ — because she knew that an attack on Iran would end up being an expensive, unwinnable disaster. Netanyahu pulled this shit on every president and SecState, and they all told him to fuck straight off into the Suez Canal.

only Donny was dumb enough to go ‘yeah Bibi, that sounds fucking awesome. let me get Liddle Marco on the phone, he’s too chickenshit not to go along with whatever I want. have you seen those gigantic shoes I bought him? what an idiot.’

and so here we are, four months later, with Donny on the losing end of an expensive, unwinnable disaster — just as the Email Lady foresaw — and now he’s so desperate to make it all go fuckity-bye that he’s going to give Iran everything they want — and then he’s going to pretend it’s some kind of glorious victory for Dear Leader and the United States. yeah, let’s all call him a liberator and throw fucking flowers.

congratulations, MAGA, you voted for this shit.

what a fucking embarrassment.

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oh, is it Daily Claudia time already?

this is one of my favorites photos of Ms Spouse, here with her bff Kathy outside the Ossining restaurant 3 Westerly on July 29, 2021. it’s been the desktop image on my laptop since the day I took it.

and just to prove that I’m not an asshole who spends all of his time looking at his phone [as documented in yesterday’s Daily Claudia], here’s another shot of us at Shadows on the Hudson on July 28, 2024.

have a great Wednesday, everyone. try not to walk from Qatar to Iran. you’ll fucking drown.

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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.