this week in stupid: July 25 edition

Andrew shows it off, Donny blows it off, and so much more...

Jul 25, 2026

as another stupid week comes to a close here in America, let’s look back at the dumbest fucking shit that happened.

monday: lights! camera! idiocy!

oh, look. the dumbest fucking shitkadoodles in the world are Big Mad at a movie — and no one is Bigger or Madder than the Space Nazi.

Before this year ends, Grok Imagine will make a full-length movie of The Odyssey that is historically accurate and true to the art of Homer

here’s the issue: the Space Nazi and his infantile cohort are super triggered right now because filmmaker Christopher Nolan had the temerity to cast trans people and people of color in his version of the Odyssey. how clownfuckingly petty is that? I mean, the ancient Greeks pretty much invented gender fluidity — but whatever, Elon. you do you.

imagine having all the money in the world. imagine living in a world of limitless choices and opportunities, and what you choose to do with your time is type angrily into your phone about stupid bullshit that’s of no importance.

what a snowflake. what a pathetic fucking dipshit.

I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to the Space Nazi’s own personal six-fingered plagiarism robot — the one that calls itself ‘mechaHitler’ and has been known to generate child porn on command — ginning up a ‘historically accurate’ version of story about giants, a dude with one eye in the middle of his forehead, and men being turned into pigs.

what could possibly go wrong?

look, all I know is that if Grok’s version of the Odyssey doesn’t have Odysseus and his homies zipping around the Mediterranean in Forkship One, it’s going to be one huge wasted opportunity.

tuesday: help, help! I’m being repressed!

folks, pour one out for ahem alleged rapist and sex trafficker Andrew Tate. keep him in your thoughts and prayers. he’s going through some things right now.

I am being held in SHU, the highest level of security which exists.
No commissary.
No visits.
No contact with the outside world.
My neighbor is a cannibal who screams throughout the night.

now comes the part where we throw our heads back in laughter. ready?

you know who I feel sorry for? the screaming cannibal. his neighbor is an extremely whiny ahem alleged rapist and sex trafficker — one who dresses funny.

wednesday: not this asshole again

listen up, you lucky ladies! Fox News found object Jesse Watters wants to be your life coach.

“I want to talk about these college-educated, downwardly mobile women, because it’s mostly women… you’re going to become bitter because you are single, and if you are a woman, men don’t care if you have a Ph.D. so you are going to get angry, and then you are going to get ugly, and you are going to have a bad attitude. no one wants to hire anybody with a bad attitude. nobody wants to date anybody with a bad attitude.”

shut the fuck up, Piggy.

the only thing worse than this tiresome fuckface’s ‘rules for men’ are his ‘rules for women.’

look, we get it. Jesse Watters is intimidated by smart, capable women. they remind him that he’s just a giggling idiot with a toddler’s conception of meaningful relationships. Jesse doesn’t want to be challenged. he doesn’t want some uppity bitch lording her book-learning over him.

what Jesse wants is an under-educated bubble-headed yutz who looks good in tight clothing.

what Jesse wants is Andrew Tate.

thursday: a head, but no brain

oh, how charming. Liddle Marco Big-Shoes is bragging about doing war crimes again.

THE PRESIDENT’S POLICY IS A HEAD FOR AN EYE

really? because I’m pretty sure Preznit Fuckwit’s policy is to power-load an infinite series of diapers while digging himself deeper and deeper into an unwinnable clusterfuck in Iran.

but what would I know about it?

all I know is what Jesus so wisely counseled us in his Sermon on the Mount: ‘blessed are the meme creators, for they shall win the internet.’

so, without further ado, here are the winners.

friday: the further adventures of Some Fucking Idiot™

on Friday, some fucking idiot had two items on his official schedule. the first was an Oval Bordello dog-and-pony show about something something nuclear innovation. it doesn’t really matter what, because the fucking idiot fell asleep before his toadies even finished praising his imaginary accomplishments.

after the fucking idiot finally woke from his slumbers, he showed off his world-renowned foreign policy acumen.

the fucking idiot also displayed his legendary ability to care for the problems of the American people.

I know what you’re going to ask next: was the fucking idiot’s stalker-slash-diaper-nurse in the room during the entire presentation?

of course she was.

the second item on the fucking idiot’s official agenda was the long-awaited White House Correspondent’s Dinner.

it only took about two minutes for the fucking idiot to once again fall fast asleep.

seriously, the fucking idiot was out like a light.

happily, the fucking idiot woke up just in time to see the Wall Street Journal win an award for its reporting on the fucking idiot’s ties to his dead pedo bestie.

then it was time for the fucking idiot to give his own speech. actually, it wasn’t really a speech — it was more of a marathon bed-shitting; a disconnected, rambling assortment of insults and the same old tiresome grudges we’ve been enduring for years.

the fucking idiot also told a bunch of ‘jokes’ that you couldn’t really call jokes.

no one laughed.

the fucking idiot bombed.

and even though the entire White House press contingent was literally right there in the room while the fucking idiot babbled his fool head off, not one reporter stood up to ask ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’

how fucking idiotic is that?

now let’s put a close to This Week in Stupid and have us some Daily Claudia.

Ms Spouse’s bff Kathy texted me a couple of pix yesterday. in this first one, some covid-era crafting is happening in Kathy’s workshop on December 11, 2020.

and in this one, Ms Spouse and her bff Karen are in the pavilion down by our lake, back in October 2018. thanks for sending these over, Kathy!

have a non-stupid Saturday, everyone.

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