stop whining about your missed Social Security check, says psycho oligarch

we’re being governed by evil shitheads

Mar 23, 2025

sorry, folks — I’ve got an early morning flight to catch and only have time to crank out a short one. I’ll be back tomorrow with a full-length rant.
— jeff t

Alexa, show me why fuckface plutocrats should never be in charge of our nation’s well-being.

“let’s say Social Security didn’t send out their checks this month. my mother-in-law, who’s 94, wouldn’t call and complain. she wouldn’t call and complain. she just wouldn’t. she’d think something got messed up, and she’ll get it next month. a fraudster always makes the loudest noise, screaming, yelling, and complaining.”

that’s Donny Convict’s Commerce Secretary Howard Lutnick, an obscenely wealthy plutocrat who’s worth between $2 and $4 billion. here’s another fun fact about Howie the Lut: he’s cordially invited to eat an entire bowl of fuck — because Howie has no clue how real people live. imagine being so out of touch that you have the nerve to suggest that only fraudsters would complain about a missed check.

what’s Lutnick’s game here? is he trying to scare elders into not calling if their checks don’t arrive? “I’d better not complain, they’ll think I’m a fraudster.” fucking evil bastard.

for two thirds of Americans receiving Social Security, it accounts for at least half of their income. for 27% of Americans receiving Social Security, it’s their only income. if that check doesn’t arrive, they don’t eat. ‘oh well no biggie, I’ll just wait until next month’ is not an option.

Social Security is not some free gift from Uncle Sam — Americans pay into it their entire working lives. it’s part of the social contract. you work and pay into the system, and in return, your get a modicum of comfort for your golden years.

fuck each and every one of these Sewer Clown shitheads who claim that Social Security recipients are all parasites. fuck you. how dare you.

I don’t want to hear about Howard Lutnick’s mother-in-law. how nice for her that her son-in-law is swimming in cash like some kind of fucked-up Scrooge McDuck and can front her some dough when Social Security goes tits-up.

most of us don’t have that option.

and how fucking dare Lutnick tell you not to whine if your check doesn’t show up — because I guarantee that this prick is a self-entitled nightmare who never stops complaining about the slightest inconvenience.

I’ll bet he goes ballistic if the caddie hands him the wrong golf club.

I’ll bet he throws a shit-fit if the valet brings his car and there’s a fingerprint on the door.

I’m so tired of being governed by heartless cum-socks.

in any just world, these fuckfaces would lose everything — and then be forced to try to survive on what’s left of the social safety net they’re trying like hell to destroy.

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

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.