what kind of shithole president claims to ‘love the inflation’?

and Piss-Drunk Pete loves to kill

yesterday, during another one of his vulgar Oval Bordello dog-and-pony shows, Lord Shitticus took time off from his busy schedule of praising himself for his imaginary accomplishments, whining about every petty grudge and grievance, and power-loading an endless series of diapers to cordially invite We the People — those of us struggling to make ends meet as inflation hits a three-year high — to go fuck ourselves.

reporter: “are you concerned about the latest inflation numbers that came out this morning?”

Donny: “no, I love it. the numbers were great. you know what I really love? I love the inflation. you know why?”

oh, isn’t that adorable? the out-of-touch billionaire who never has to worry about the cost of anything — because he lives in a pampered comfort-bubble where all of his needs are provided for — loves him the shit out of the high prices that you have to pay.

this is some serious Marie-Antoinette-level let-them-eat-inflation bullshit.

I’m beginning to think that it might have been a mistake to hand supreme executive power to a sociopath who cares for no one but himself.

once again, Donny accidentally commits an honesty, while at the same time slapping the rest of us in the face. remember that incident from May 12, when Dear Leader was asked if he was concerned about how his illegal don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran had brought extreme financial hardship to the average American? this was the callous shit’s answer.

not even a little bit … I don’t think about Americans’ financial situation, I don’t think about anybody.

Donny is so cognitively collapsed that he can no longer even remember that he’s supposed to pretend to care.

so, getting back to the clip above, where Donny says, ‘I love the inflation. you know why?’ — well, he never gets around to actually explaining why, because the family of rabies-infected raccoons that live inside his pumpkin head chose that moment to chew through the wrong wires, and this is what seeped out of his rancid anus-mouth instead:

“I can say it now. something you didn’t know. did you know we’ve been taking out— MILLIONS of barrels of oil. nobody knows it. you know who doesn’t know about it? IRAN. until right now.”

and everyone was all ‘wait, he did what?’ what is this demented fuck gibbering about? he ‘took out’ a hundred million of barrels of oil? from who? from Iran? is he saying he stole their oil, right from under their noses, and they didn’t know? what is he, the Hamburglar? the Oilburglar?

don’t you wish we had a president whose mind wasn’t pickled from years of being a shitty game show host? every stupid thing has to be turned into drama. every presser turns into another tiresome episode of Try To Guess What I’m Talking About — tune in tomorrow to find out.

well, lucky us — because this time we didn’t have to tune in tomorrow. two hours after his Oval Bordello event, he posted an explanation to his crappy app.

Last month, I directed our Great U.S. Military to execute a secret mission to support Oil Tankers and other Commercial Ships through the Strait of Hormuz. Today, I am pleased to announce that this effort has resulted in more than 100 MILLION Barrels of Oil making its way through the Strait, and into the Open Market. More than 200 Commercial Ships have safely traveled through the Strait. This wildly successful effort is because the UNITED STATES of AMERICA CONTROLS the Strait of Hormuz — NOT Iran. Their military is defeated, and their economy is lost. It’s over for Iran! Thank you for your attention to this matter. President DONALD J. TRUMP

wait, that’s it? that’s the big secret, that the US was escorting ships through the Strait? that was never a secret. this compulsive blabbermouth doesn’t know how to keep a secret. he announced these operations a month ago.

so now Donny wants a cookie. he thinks he’s earned a cookie, because two hundred ships (he claims) have made it through the Strait.

Heather Cox Richardson, can you step in here for a moment and explain to this underwhelming dipshit why he doesn’t get a cookie.

So far, the journalists report, the U.S has guided more than 200 ships through in a little more than a month. Before the war, about 3,000 ships a month traveled through the strait. The reporters say they could not confirm Trump’s claim that the effort had enabled more than 100 million barrels of oil to reach the market.

yeah, the last time I looked, 200 was a much smaller number than 3,000.

so, Donny’s taken a fully-functional Middle East supply route on which the entire world depends, clownfucked it until it was completely broken, then shabbily duct-taped it back together so it’s a barely-functioning shadow of its former self — and he thinks that’s earned him a cookie?

fuck straight off, Donny. cookies are for closers only.

maybe the cultists are dimwitted enough to fall for this ‘I fixed the Strait’ nonsense, but We the People see what’s going on.

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meanwhile, it looks like we’re in a shooting war with Iran again — and do you know who’s the happiest person in the world right now? Plastered Pete Kegstand, our gin-soaked, butt-dialing Secretary of Death. he really gets off on this shit.

“if we need to negotiate with bombs, we’ll negotiate with bombs. and we’re very good at it. nobody better in the world.”

who the fuck talks like this?

maybe Piss-Drunk Pete’s parents should have hugged him more, and told him they loved him. I don’t know.

all I know is that it’s morally wrong to put America’s fearsome military might into the hands of someone this eager to use it.

war is not a video game. it’s serious, last-resort business. war inevitably leads to destruction, and the mass deaths of innocent people. it should be avoided at all costs. and the sober task of fighting a war should be handled by people who understand and respect that — and not carelessly handed to some emotionally-stunted frat boy who giggles over the thought of committing war crimes.

‘we’ll negotiate with bombs’ — what a screwed up thing to say. Piss-Drunk Pete isn’t just high on his own supply right now, he’s overdosed on it.

Pete’s starring in a very fucked-up an action movie that exists only inside his own vodka-saturated head. he imagines he’s Bruce Willis, coming in guns blazing and asking ‘does anyone else want to negotiate?’

Piss-Drunk Pete shouldn’t be in the Pentagon right now. he should be in The Hague, explaining to a judge why he thinks crimes against humanity are so fucking hilarious.

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here’s a photo that ended up in my bluesky feed yesterday.

look at what this vulgar warthog has done to the People’s House. it’s an unholy abomination. it’s so wrong. it’s so hideously tasteless. it’s just so tacky and low-rent.

now let’s zoom way in, because—

wait a minute, is that an ad for Monster Energy Drinks? is this asshole selling ad space on the White House? what the fuck?

welcome to Donny’s millionth violation of the public trust. it’s just one more situation where you go, shouldn’t this be against the law?

look, the Weather Gods have an opportunity to do the funniest thing ever right now, because the current forecast for Washington DC on Sunday night is (wait for it) — thunderstorms.

keep your fingers crossed, because Dear Leader is terrified of rain. he hates what it does to that weird tangle of piss-colored bullshit he hot-glues to the top of his fat head.

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let’s cleanse the palate with some Daily Claudia.

I found a couple more photos from the Short Hair Years while rummaging through some files yesterday. this one simply has ‘1987’ scrawled on the back of it.

and this one’s from July 4, 1986.

now let’s fast-forward to Sept 19, 2023, at the Matunuck Oyster Bar in East Matunuck, RI.

have a great Thursday, everyone. remember to pray for rain on Sunday.

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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.