no kings, fuck yeah!

massive protests coast to coast, and a sad little shit-show in DC

let’s start off with a bang, and put the hero of the day right up top. ladies and gents, I give you the Poet Laureate of No Kings Day.

we did it, folks. an estimated five million of us gathered peacefully coast to coast, to rise up as one and convey a singular message: fuck off, Donny Convict — you’re not our king.

just feast your eyes on this compilation of protests in large cities and small towns.

meanwhile, check out the weak-ass shit that was going on in DC.

oof. how embarrassing.

ace job, Donny. you just humiliated our military, forcing them to march past almost-empty stands.

where are the cheering crowds? where is the inspiring music? it’s so deathly quiet. all you hear is the squeaking of tank treads.

once again, this is what happens when you fire everyone in government who knows how to get shit done.

Donny spent 45 million dollars on this underwhelming, half-baked shit-show. where did all that money go? has anyone checked Donny’s bank account?

just look at the massive crowd ghost town that assembled in front of the White House viewing stand, where Dear Leader sat.

I’m pretty sure there was a larger crowd for the puppet show that Spinal Tap opened for.

there was def a larger crowd at the No Kings protest in New York City.

and also in Los Angeles.

for fuck’s sake, even the No Kings protest in Knoxville, TN — a city that Trump won in 2024 by 20-plus points — was larger than the one that showed up for Dear Leader’s ego party.

check out President Saddy McSadsad. let’s enjoy a full minute and a half of Dear Leader looking unhappy as fuck about his big birthday parade going bust.

too bad. so sad. boo fucking hoo.

bro, I got you a present. look, it’s a tiny violin — and it’s playing Happy Birthday, You Fucking Loser.

doesn’t Dear Leader’s Slovenian trophy wife look like she’s trying not to burst out laughing?

once again, the Great Bullshit Artist promised spectacle and delivered warmed-over garbage.

all that hype, all that build-up — for what? some pathetic little display of impotence.

when all is said and done, should any of us really be surprised that the guy who failed at running a real estate empire, and failed at running casinos, and failed at running an airline, and failed at running a football team, and failed at running an economy, and failed at fighting a pandemic, and failed as a president, and failed as a human being, has now failed at putting on a dictator parade?

how nice for Donny, though, that he still has the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled media to carry his water. look at The New York Times, desperately trying to wash the stench of failure off Donny’s debacle.

Perhaps by design, though, the day was somewhat more restrained than other displays Mr. Trump has praised, such as Bastille Day celebrations in France.

“perhaps by design” — yeah, that’s it. Donny wanted his vanity dictator parade to suck. once again, Dear Leader is playing n-dimensional chess on a level that the rest of us smoothbrains can’t hope to fathom.

go peddle that shit somewhere else, NY Times. we’re all stocked up today.

oh, and while we’re doing a little hating on our failed institutions: the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department can go fuck itself, royally.

after an entire day of millions of people in thousands of protests, all peacefully exercising their First Amendment right to assemble, and seconds after an MSNBC reporter said, “I want to reiterate this has been 100% peaceful,” the LASD — without provocation, and for no reason at all — moved in and began firing tear gas and flash-bangs.

fuck those fucking fucks. it’s time for more heroes.

here’s one.

hey, it’s Bob Clendenin!

every word of this woman’s sign is true.

so is every word of this guy’s sign.

more truth.

truth, everywhere you look.

we thank you for your service, dude.

and mad props to whoever created this inspiring image of Dear Leader.

let’s feel good about ourselves, folks. we did it.

Preznit Fuckwit might try, but he’s never going to break our spirit.

have a great Sunday and a great Father’s Day, everyone.

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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.

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