piss-drunk embarrassment demands Europe be more racist

Europe doesn’t need your bullshit, thank you very much

you can say this about the merry band of crackpots, bigots, kleptocrats, sociopaths, lunatics, degenerates, furniture molesters, podcast bros, reality-show washouts, diet pill scammers, whale-head-chainsawing maniacs and blackout-drunk warmongers who comprise Preznit Fuckwit’s Cabinet of Sewer Clowns: none of them know how to shut the fuck up.

seriously, it is really too much to ask of these shit-kazoos that when they travel outside the US, they park their racism by the door?

spoiler alert: apparently, it is too much to ask.

yesterday was the 82nd anniversary of D-Day. to mark the occasion, our gin-soaked Secretary of Death, Plastered Pete Kegstand, traveled all the way to Normandy in France — and when he got there, he cranked the racism dial so far past eleven that the damned thing snapped off in his hand.

“it’s past time we remember what they knew. their legacy demands far more than quiet reflection. it requires our active vigilance. sadly, today, different European beaches are stormed by different, dangerous ideologies. beaches in Spain, Italy, Greece and Bulgaria, boats and men arrive. when will European capitals do something about that invasion, or is it too late? I pray not, and I believe not.”

oh my god. listen to Pete prattle on about swarthy hordes invading European shores with their scary ideologies. the horror. the fucking horror. tell me, what is the ideology of some poor refugee from Algeria trying to find a better life?

I know of one guy who came to Europe yesterday to spread his dangerous ideology. can you guess who I’m talking about? here’s a hint: his skeevy torso is festooned with christofascist tattoos. perfectly normal stuff.

read the fucking room, Pete. nobody in Normandy wanted to hear you do a bigotry.

who thought this was an appropriate way to mark a solemn remembrance of war dead, by hectoring Europe about upping their white supremacy game?

can’t these fuckheads leave this shit at home? it’s embarrassing. Donny and his clowns are shitting all over our standing in the world. there was a time when our leaders at least gave lip service to the notion of America being some kind of beacon of hope — a ‘shining city on a hill,’ as Saint Reagan put it. not any more. we’ve become a beacon of hate. Europe is appalled by us now.

I’m sorry, but I don’t want a piss-drunk dunk-tank clown representing my country. do you? he has no idea how to act on the world stage. and what are his qualifications? none, that’s what. before becoming Dear Leader’s Secretary of Death, Pete was a chat show host — and he was so clownfuckingly bad at it that Fox banished him to the weekends. that’s who Donny sends abroad to represent us. a failure.

Pete didn’t have to commit a racism in Normandy. he could have done literally anything else, and it would have been a more dignified way to mark the occasion. he could have done one of his weak-ass pull-ups. he would have immediately won the crowd over. regardez ce charmant américain. il est tellement drôle!

he could have come out and chugged an entire bottle of champagne, and gotten a standing ovation. after all, he was in France, for fuck’s sake.

he could have flipped a skateboard up into his own nuts, and the French would bestowed on him their highest medal, the Legion of Honor, on the spot.

but no, Pete couldn’t do any of that. he had to be the same fascist asshole that he is right here at home.

remember when the couchfucker pulled this same shit last year?

in February 2025, JD Vance went to Germany and basically ordered them to be nicer to their Nazis. wrap your mind around that. Couchfuck McGee, standing in front of a roomful of Germans, telling them that the AfD — Germany’s Nazi-adjacent ultra-far-right political party — are a bunch of swell bros.

you’ll never guess how that went over.

Europe doesn’t want any of that shit. they’ve already dealt with Nazis, first-hand. Nazis fucking suck. we fought a whole war about it, remember? Europe remembers, and the last thing they want is a bunch of fuckheads from America Nazi-splaining about why fascism is cool.

the arrogance of shitweasels like Piss-Drunk Pete and Couchfuck McGee is off the charts. nobody wants the hatred they’re peddling. Europe rejected that shit 82 years ago.

that the ugliest Americans tried to hijack a commemoration of D-Day and turn it into some fucked-up infomercial for xenophobia staggers the mind.

it’s all so eternally embarrassing, and they’ve turned us in a pariah nation.

we’re the goddamned baddies now.

the next Democratic president is going to have to do more than just pry a bunch of gold-spray-painted bullshit off the Oval Bordello walls. they’re going to have to pry Donny’s legacy of hatred off the entire world.

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speaking of prying, let me leave you with these words of wisdom: live your life in such a way that the entire world isn’t waiting to see your accursed name pried off every building.

Scott MacFarlane: “as you can imagine, there are cameras nearby, ready for the moment they literally chisel Trump’s name off that wall.”

how fucking awesome is it that when Donny’s name finally gets taken off the Kennedy Center, dozens of cameras will record the moment for posterity? that’s how much everyone loathes you, jackass.

while we wait, let’s enjoy this two-minute supercut of Donny’s foul name being removed from buildings all over the world.

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and now, some Daily Claudia.

here’s Ms Spouse and Best Cat Tenchi™, abed on August 25, 2019.

and here she is on July 22, 2021. I am wracking my brain trying to remember what restaurant is on a hill overlooking a Metro North train station, and I’m coming up with bupkis. anyone? is it Shadows on the Hudson in Poughkeepsie? is this the view from the outdoor bar area?

have a great Sunday, everyone. try not to bring your dangerous ideologes to any European beaches.

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here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.

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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.