oh great, now the press is sanewashing Bobby Brainworms

opportunities, how do they work?

hey, remember when the media sanewashed Donny Convict’s blitheringly incoherent hate-rally speeches? that was fun, right?

all that crazypants batshit — the gibbering about boats and batteries and sharks and Hannibal Lecter wants to have you for dinner — it all got swept straight the fuck under the rug, giving voters the impression that Dear Leader was just a relatable bro who was running for president out of the goodness of his heart. “somebody has to do something about the price of eggs, and I guess that somebody is me.”

hiding Donny’s demented authoritarian word-salad from the public sure worked out swimmingly for the country, didn’t it?

well, hold onto your hats, folks, because now that Bobby Brainworms Jr has been tapped to head the Department of Dying of a Preventable Disease, the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press are now hard at work cleaning up his shit, too.

“There’s opportunity to leverage Mr. Kennedy’s skepticism and relative political independence for good — to turn his most valid criticisms of the American health care system into constructive reforms,” writes Dr. Rachael Bedard.

oh, wait — The New York Times isn’t just sanewashing Bobby Brainworms, they’re wishcasting him, too.

the Times fucking loves to imagine — despite all evidence to the contrary — that opportunities will abound in Donny’s totalitarian hellscape-to-come. remember this bit of journalistic malpractice from the day after the election?

opportunities, how do they work? do we click our heels together three times, and magically, we can now “leverage Mr. Kennedy’s skepticism and relative political independence for good”?

let’s take a look at some of Bobby’s “independent” “skepticism” — because holy fucking shit, I’m not sure there’s any way to “leverage” this insanity for “good.”

here’s a bit of video recorded earlier this year. in it, Bobby manages to weave conspiracy, racism and ignorance all into one tidy bundle.

“COVID-19. There is an argument that it is ethnically targeted. COVID-19 attacks certain races disproportionately. COVID-19 is targeted to attack Caucasians and Black people. The people who are most immune are Ashkenazi Jews and Chinese.”

ah yes, that secret alliance between Ashkenazi Jews and Chinese people. finally, an explanation for why my tribe eats in Chinese restaurants on Christmas Day.

when I was a wee lad, I used to ask my mother why we did this, and she’d whisper in a panicked voice to shut the fuck up.

hey, are you one of the millions of American who are prescribed medication to help you deal with depression, or ADHD? well, enjoy spending the next three or four years in one of Bobby Brainworms’ labor camps, you commie rat-bastard.

Kennedy extolled this unworkable idea during a video-taped podcast last week billed as a "Latino Town Hall," first flagged by Mother Jones.

"I’m going to create these wellness farms where they can go to get off of illegal drugs, off of opiates, but also illegal drugs, other psychiatric drugs, if they want to, to get off of SSRIs, to get off of benzos, to get off of Adderall, and to spend time as much time as they need — three or four years if they need it — to learn to get reparented, to reconnect with communities," he said during the broadcast.

I had to google reparenting, and it’s every bit the wackadoodle woo-woo crackpottery you’d imagine it to be.

Reparenting is a form of psychotherapy in which the therapist actively assumes the role of a new or surrogate parental figure for the client, in order to treat psychological disturbances caused by defective, even abusive, parenting.

Total regression

Developed by Jaqui Lee Schiff, this form of reparenting was the first form of therapy built upon transactional analysis theory. Typically, the patient lives with the therapist for up to several years at an institution. During this time, the patient is totally immersed in the reliving of his or her childhood.

say hello to Bobby Brainworms, your new surrogate daddy.

hey if Bobby needs an Adderall addict to reparent, he might want to start with Dear Leader — because that guy had the worst fucking parents ever. imagine what a better world this would be if old Fred Trump had said to Donny — even just once — ‘son, I love you.’

between Bobby’s “wellness farms,” Donny’s detention centers for all the swarthy brown people, and wherever they’re going to send insufficiently-loyal members of media, those camps are going to be fucking crowded.

oh look, here’s a photo that was recently taken aboard Donny’s private jet, the childishly-named Trump Force One.

first of all, can we just take a second to consider just how broken-inside one has to be to name one’s plane Trump Force One?

I don’t call my car Jeff Force One — because I’m not a bottomless well of neediness.

but I digress. back to the photograph. here we have Donny, the Space Nazi, Cokey McSniffles Junior, Holy Mike Johnson, and Bobby Brainworms all tucking into copious piles of McDonald’s food.

Bobby, what the fuck, bro? didn’t you just tell us how you’re going to chuck everyone abuses their holy temple of flesh into “wellness farms”? so what are you doing, chowing down on junk?

was all that blather about make America healthy again just a bunch of chin-music to worm your way into Dear Leader’s good graces? did you just see it as a cynical opportunity to become part of Donny’s inner circle?

oh, finally — there’s the opportunity The New York Times was wishcasting for. we knew it had to around be here somewhere.

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here’s an NY Times piece on how Donny has been cobbling together his Confederacy of Sewer Clowns. it’s not a bad bit of reporting, so try not to projectile-vomit at the sanewashed headline.

remember during Donny’s first presidency, how — once his staff realized that Dear Leader was an illiterate imbecile with the attention span of a coked-up squirrel — his daily intel brief eventually devolved into a sheaf of pictures and captions? well, that’s pretty much how his transition team is helping him pick his second-term cabinet.

Much of the action has taken place under the chandelier in the tearoom at Mar-a-Lago, where Mr. Trump surveys his potential Cabinet nominees on giant video screens.

He flicks through shortlists that his transition team, led by the billionaire Howard Lutnick, has drafted over the past months. If Mr. Trump shows an interest in a candidate, the presentation is designed to allow him to immediately watch videos of the potential nominee’s TV appearances — essential for any would-be Trump cabinet official.

just as we suspected. Donny’s being shown photos, and making spur-of-the-moment decisions based on his head-trauma notion of central casting. no vetting, no background checks. just Donny being shown a fucking slide show.

that’s how Donny ended up with this dude as his nominee for Secretary of Defense.

because who wouldn’t want a SecDef who’s jacked to the max? just send this hombré to the next NATO meeting — and when any of those weak-tea nervous nellies refuse to pay Donny his protection money, good old Pete Hegseth will just punch the shit out of them.

of course, not doing any vetting is how Donny end up picking a guy covered in white supremacist and neo-Nazi tattoos, who stands accused of sexually assaulting a woman and then paying her hush money to shut the fuck up about it.

President-elect Donald Trump’s defense secretary pick, Pete Hegseth, paid a woman who accused him of sexual assault in a settlement agreement that included a confidentiality clause, according to Hegseth’s attorney.

as one does, when one is completely innocent.

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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.