the Emperor’s new wig: what the fuck is going on with Dear Leader’s hair?

what even is that?

oh sure, Preznit Fuckwit is a complete shithead.

he’s a greedy narcissist. he’s an ill-tempered, thin-skinned colicky piss-baby. he’s an unfixable, broken-inside bottomless well of need. he’s a twenty-four-seven revenge-obsessed grievance factory. he’s a racist, a misogynist and a transphobe. he’s a bully, a malignant liar, a cheat and a thief. he’s an incompetent, incoherent moron — a stupid fucking idiot, serenely convinced of his own greatness. he’s a loudmouth blowhard who doesn’t know shit about shit.

sure, he’s all those things.

but he’s more than just that. he’s also a role model for the worst fucking people in the world.

Rep. Max Miller on why he’s staying in the race: “when we go back to 2015 and 2016, and people in the media looked at President Donald J. Trump, and everyone came out with allegations. dozens of women, dozens of crazy allegations, dozens of nasty criminal misconduct. and you know what he did? he stayed in the fight.”

oh, how lovely. ahem alleged wife- and daughter-abuser Max Miller has taken a look at Donny Convict’s 2016 presidential campaign — the one where Donny was caught on tape bragging about ‘grabbing women by the pussy’ — and gleaned from it exactly the wrong lesson.

‘if Dear Leader got away with it, so can I.’

thanks a lot, Donny, for empowering America’s shitweaseliest shitweasels — for giving the entire MAGAsphere permission to be the worst possible versions of themselves.

he’s told them it’s okay to be bigoted. it’s okay to be cruel. it’s okay to hate.

Dear Leader has made America into a much coarser place — but at least we can still mock the shit out of him for that ludicrous tangle of cotton-candy bullshit that sits atop his fat, waterlogged head.

or can we?

it’s become a legit question to ask — because yesterday, at an Emotional Support Rally in Las Vegas, Donny showed up rocking a thick head of hair that’s definitely not his own.

just one day earlier, on Fox News, Dear Leader’s hair was a nebulous mass of what the fuck even is that? now, it’s almost normal.

what’s going on up there?

Donny must have seen that video from the other day, where his six remaining strands of hair were trying desperately to escape.

he must have shat out a massive brick, and directed the diaper nurse to go fetch him the business end of a piss-mop, with which to cover that shit up.

no, wait — maybe that’s a small dog up there.

anyway, it’s the most questionable thing a member of the Donnyverse has done with their head since Nosferatu McGoebbels spray painted his bald spot.

Donny may have been sporting a new head of hair, but what seeped out of his rancid anus-mouth was the same old fucktangle of gibberish.

“let’s put everything into one— that’s how we call it. it’s actually called the one big, but I call it— THE GREAT BIG, ’cause I like that term better. I named it the one big and then I said why didn’t I call it the great big. I use it all the time.”

whatever you say, Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants.

Donny also spewed the same old pack of lies.

“but the radical left wants to ban— a thing called gasoline. gasoline. we have a thousand years of gasoline and it’s what people prefer.”

for fuck’s sake, the ‘radical left’ doesn’t want to ‘ban gasoline.’ what we would love is for us all to transition to alternative energy — because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but our continued reliance on fossil fuels in unsustainable. let’s switch to more-environmentally-friendly energy sources, y’know, so maybe Canada and the Pacific Northwest and now Europe don’t burn to the ground every summer.

but an outright ban? that’s just scare tactics. no one’s calling for it.

Donny once again trotted out his brilliant plan to abolish health insurance and replace it with … health insurance.

“we will pass the Great Health Care Plan. it’s called the Great Health Care Plan.. to stop all payments to big insurance companies and give the money directly to the people. they give billions and billions of dollars, because the big health insurance companies and insurance companies, they’re totally controlled by the Democrats. we want to give the money not to the insurance companies, but to the people, and you go out and you buy your own healthcare, and you have money left over. better healthcare and money left over.”

what on earth? how is that even—

what a great idea it was, to put the guy who bankrupted five casinos in charge of ‘fixing’ America’s system of healthcare.

Donny has no idea how health insurance works, or even what healthcare costs, does he? how does one ‘buy their own healthcare,’ if not via an insurance company? what, are we supposed to deal directly with hospitals, and that’s going to somehow magically cost less than insurance? that’s fucking insane.

after the rally, Donny showed up on Fox News, wearing the same old stupid wig, and spouting the same old bullshit lies.

“they will overturn it, if they take over. all of the things, including men in women’s sports, transgender surgery for everyone. they will overturn it, if they get in. we can’t let that happen.”

oh Jesus H. Christ, not this again. nobody — NOBODY — is calling for ‘transgender surgery for everyone.’ what does that even mean? it’s just a string of nonsense words, designed to terrify morons and bigots.

all we want is for people to be allowed to be who they are, without fear of persecution.

isn’t that what America is all about — life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?

is that really too much to ask?

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everything totally fucking sucks right now, but at least we can enjoy Senators Richard Blumenthal and Adam Schiff making a bunch of Donny’s judicial nominees look like the lickspittle fools they are.

yesterday, Blumenthal and Schiff took turns asking Donny’s toadies a simple question — ‘who won the 2020 election?’ — and then had great fun mocking them to their faces for their rehearsed, carefully-worded replies in which none of them would actually come and and directly say ‘Joe Biden did.’ because of course, all of them were performing for the Audience of One back in the Oval Bordello.

Aaron Rupar created an eight-and-a-half minute supercut of the highlights.

imagine being so neutered that you can’t even say who won an election. this is just fucking sad.

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and now it’s time for our Daily Claudia.

here’s a triptych from September 12, 2024, taken at a harbor-side cafe we found while driving about a half-hour north of Narragansett, RI.

I think the town was called Wickford, but I’m not sure.

have a great Thursday, everyone. try not to wear a small dog on your head.

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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.