Preznit Fuckwit melts down at reporter who dares question East Wing desecration

‘everyone has to love my vulgar dance hall’

everyone loves a pop quiz, right? here’s one for you. what is this a photo of?

here’s your answer: it’s a thing that no longer exists.

yesterday, a demolition crew continued to tear away at what used to be the White House’s East Wing.

yesterday, we found out that the entire East Wing of the White House is being demolished. they weren’t just knocking down the exterior wall where it would abut Donny’s gaudy dance hall. no, the whole thing is going fuckity-bye. by the weekend, the whole site will be a pile of rubble.

what the fuck?

all that stately wooden paneling, all that marble flooring, all that wrought iron railing, all of it shitcanned into the dust heap of history.

courtesy of the Lincoln Project, here’s a fun stroll down memory lane. here’s the video of Donny, last July, flanked by various administration goons and flunkies, swearing on the holiest of holies that he would never, ever, ever harm a single hair on the East Wing’s head.

“it won’t interfere with the current building. it’ll be near it but not touching it. and pays total respect to the existing building, which I’m the biggest fan of. it’s my favorite.”

oh gee, who even knew that Donny had a favorite wing of the White House — the east one. yeah, right. just like Cokey McSniffles is his favorite son. totally credible remark.

so, it turns out that the guy who lied to us about bone spurs and hush money and his Ukraine phone call and a hurricane and covid and the election and his height and his weight and his golf scores and his magically regenerated ear also lied to us about preserving the East Wing.

I’m fucking shocked, I tell you. how did we Nazi this coming?

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yesterday, some reporter had the temerity to ask, ‘dude, what the crap?’ — and God’s Own Avatar On Earth was not pleased.

reporter: “I just want a quick follow-up to that question. your response to people who say you haven’t been transparent enough about this—”

Donny: “I haven’t been transparent enough? really? I’ve shown this to everybody that would listen. third-rate reporters didn’t see it because they didn’t look. you’re a third-rate reporter. always have been.”

what a whiny fucking crybaby. ‘everyone has to love my vulgar dance hall, and you’re a third-rate poopyhead if you don’t.’

oh, boo fucking hoo.

here’s what our Fuckstain-in-Chief calls ‘being transparent’: he held up a held up a drawing of some gaudy gold monstrosity — and then raged because every reporter didn’t immediately burst into tears and go ‘sir! thank you for your transparency. how do you do it? how do you hold up a drawing like no one thought possible? sir! sir!’

here’s a free clue for the fluorescent tangerine jackass: flashing a rendering of some vulgar billionaire playground isn’t being ‘transparent.’

transparency means answering questions. and oh boy, do we have questions.

let’s talk about the timing, because that’s pretty fucking suspicious. two days after eight million Americans told Donny to go fuck himself, demolition crews show up unannounced and start tearing the shit out of the East Wing — before any plans or permits are submitted, and before any prep work is done at the site.

so, is this some kind of revenge thing? did Donny work himself up in a Big Rage, and grab the phone and bark GET THIS THING DONE NOW into it? sounds totally plausible, doesn’t it? because you know that Donny is an impulsive rage-baby who acts first and thinks never.

which leads us to the next question: in the big rush to knock everything down, did anyone preserve any of that shit?

all the furnishings, all the portraits. all the historical artifacts. where are they now? did anyone catalog any of it? is there a list? can we see it?

did everything get bulldozed under, or thrown into the dumpster behind the White House? and if that dumpster is now full, where is Steve Bannon going to sleep tonight?

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here’s my biggest question: is Donny getting off on this?

he absolutely is, isn’t he. he’s fucking loving this, all our outrage and anguish.

Donny is a sadist and a bully. tell me he isn’t enjoying all this destruction — and also our pained reaction to it. the demon-spawn child who used to bully his siblings is all grown up, and now he has an entire country to torment. he’s having the time of his life.

he’s doing this because he can. because fuck you, that’s why.

cruelty, as always, is the point.

lucky us.

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by the way, is there a single elected Republican outraged by what’s going on? I haven’t heard of one.

where the fuck are you bastards? this is your House too, you cowards.

once upon a time in America, we used to have presidents who understood their assignment.

they didn’t imagine themselves to be kings or lords. they were Americans who had been elected to an office, to serve the We the People.

here’s a thing that’s inscribed in stone at the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial in Washington DC.

“I never forget that I live in a house owned by all the American people and that I have been given their trust.”

shut up. I’m not crying, you’re crying.

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hey everyone! it’s time to meet your new Pentagon press corps!

hey, remember when Piss-Drunk Pete Kegstand demanded that all the Pentagon reporters sign a pledge that they would only report pre-canned happy-talk that would be fed to them?

almost every reporter — including those from Fox News — told Pete to eat an entire bag of dicks. what happened next was that all those heroes had their press credentials revoked, and were given about fifteen minutes to get the fuck out of the building.

yesterday, the Pentagon proudly announced their new team of credentialed reporters — and when I say ‘reporters,’ I’m rolling my eyes. here’s who will be pouring out of a tiny clown car every morning to dutifully repeat what the Pentagon tells them.

The cable network Real America’s Voice, streaming service Lindell TV (started by MyPillow CEO and Trump ally Mike Lindell), the websites the Gateway Pundit, the Post Millennial, Human Events, the National Pulse, and RedState. It also includes Turning Point USA’s media brand Frontlines, as well as influencer Tim Pool’s Timcast, and a Substack-based newsletter called Washington Reporter.

oh, that is precious. goodbye, New York Times and Washington Post and Reuters. hello, festering grab-bag of extreme-right dipshits, including Tim Pool (who was paid by Russia to spread propaganda), some rando with a substack, and a streaming channel run by a chopped-foam-pillow lunatic.

so now, the next time Pete Kegstand flips a skateboard into his own nuts, some ace reporter from MyPillow News™ will be on hand to report that ‘our infallible God-Emperor of War, in a manly show of invincibility, proved he is impervious to pain by deliberately hammering himself in the crotch.’

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