vulgar pig to turn White House into a tacky golf motel — because fuck you, that’s why
nobody asked for this
he’s so fucking gross, and he defiles everything he puts his nasty little hands on.
it was bad enough when he tarted up the Oval Office with so much gaudy gold tat that it now looks like the gift shop of a bordello. you could have sent a child in there, armed with macaroni, glue, and a can of gold spray paint, and they would have done a more tasteful job.
tell me, how broken-inside do you have to be to gaze upon a historic and beautifully-curated rose garden and think ‘nah, let’s pave right the fuck over that shit’?
Donny, we’re told, wants the White House grounds to look more like his seedy little Florida golf motel. why? he’s down at Motel-a-Lago almost every weekend. does he really get that homesick the four days of the week he’s up in Washington, that he needs to turn the White House into some sterile parking lot?
does Donny want to be able to look out the Oval Office window, and there’s the Space Nazi, high as two ketamine-soaked kites, sitting on the patio where the Rose Garden used to be, piloting Forkship One to Mars?
nobody asked for this — and yet it’s being shoved in all of our faces, because fuck you, that’s why. nobody tells America’s Mad King what he can or can’t do.
now get ready to projectile vomit, because Little Donny Fuckface isn’t done shitting all over what we used to — in more innocent times — call The People’s House.
look at this abomination.
nobody asked for this, but Donny’s going to burn through two hundred million dollars in his quest to bulldoze the White House and replace it with a gaudy golf motel.
and I mean that quite literally — because I hear you asking ‘hey Uncle Jeff. ninety thousand square feet is larger than a football field. how is a ballroom of that size going to fit in the current White House?’
the answer is, it’s not.
the plan is to something-something-something the 55,000-square-foot East Wing and who the fuck knows what after that. if you want actual details, forget about it — because as usual, nobody in the White House can get their stories straight.
here's Karoline Lie-vitt’s version.
The ballroom will be built where the “small, heavily changed, and reconstructed East Wing currently sits,” Leavitt said Thursday during a press briefing. When asked if crews would tear anything down to make way for the new structure, Leavitt said “the East Wing is going to be modernized.”
that’s complete nonsense. you can’t put a 90,000-square-foot ballroom where the 55,000-square-foot East Wing currently sits without tearing something down.
math, how does it work?
“It won't be— it’ll be near it, but not touching it, and pays total respect to the existing building, which I'm the biggest fan of,” Mr. Trump said.
so which is it, you ass-clowns? is it going to replace the East Wing, or be near it?
by the way, here’s another artist’s rendition of the new ballroom.
oh no, wait — I’m sorry, that’s an actual photo of the Kremlin.
again, nobody asked for this. you can’t have healthcare, but Donny’s going to set fire to two hundred million dollars in his compulsive crusade to replicate his vermin-infested golf motel.
what’s next for the White House, Donny? hey, how about a spa? just think of it, bro — a vulgar golden spa, complete with teenage ‘spa girls,’ just like the kind you and your dead pedo bestie used to fight over.
Donny won’t be happy until he’s shit all over everything we hold dear. one by one, he’s taken our once-sacred institutions and clownfucked them until they were worthless.
remember the Presidential Medal of Freedom? it used to be the highest honor that our nation could bestow on a civilian.
no more. now it’s that cheap trinket the president’s Slovenian trophy wife hung around the neck of some drug-addled sex-tourist.
Donny’s also made a mockery of our legal system. he’s used his presidential powers to pardon cronies, murderers and war criminals.
nobody should be surprised if he pardons the woman who used to wander the Motel-a-Lago spa rooms in search of teenage girls she could traffic for Donny’s dead pedo bestie.
speaking of which, the hornet’s nest Donny kicked when he let slip that he and Jeffrey Epstein fought over possession of those ‘spa girls’ shows no sign of going away.
yesterday, at a White House event for who the fuck even cares, the only thing the reporters wanted to talk about was you-know-what.
reporter: “the family of Virginia Giuffre released a statement overnight in response to some of the comments that you made this week, that Jeffrey Epstein ‘stole’ people from Mar-a-Lago. at the time, did you know why he was taking those young women, including Virginia Giuffre?”
Donny: “no, I didn’t know. I mean, I would figure it was ABC fake news that would ask that question, one of the worst.”
oh, so a fact that Donny let seep out of his rancid anus-mouth two days ago — that Virginia Giuffre was ‘stolen’ (she wasn’t your possession, Donny) — now, all of a sudden it’s ‘fake news’?
news flash for Donny: you’re the one who put the story out there, dumb-ass. there’s a reason lawyers tell their clients to shut the fuck up, you blabbermouth fool.
Does anyone besides the brain-dead cultists really believe that Donny didn’t know what Epstein was up to? what the fuck was that birthday poem about sharing ‘wonderful secrets’ all about?
was it Jeffrey Epstein’s recipe for the perfect bloody mary? was that the ‘wonderful secret’? I don’t think so.
don’t piss on our heads and tell us it’s raining, Donny.
now let’s all enjoy Donny concluding his hissy-fit and walking smack into his podium.
fun fact: one of the signs of advancing dementia is the inability to move around without bumping into things.
here are your heroes of the day: the Swedish state-owned energy company Vattenfall, who hired Samuel L. Jackson to star in a commercial entitled “Motherfucking Wind Farms.”
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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.
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I woke up this morning to about eight thousand messages on my phone that Heather Cox Richardson had quoted me in her post last night. yes, that was very cool indeed
I’d love to see Samuel L. Jackson continue as the voice of the opposition, a new scripted 15-second piece released every damn day.