we really need to talk about how mentally unwell Elderly Golfer is
area lunatic claims Iran loves the great press they’re getting
let’s just cut to the chase here. Preznit Fuckwit’s big, dumb pumpkin head is where facts and reality go to die. whatever fever-swamp hallucination manages to seep out of his rancid anus-mouth at any given moment is invariably a thing that never happened the most.
you know this, and I know this — but if you need one more data point, check out Dear Leader phoning into Romper Room For Racists yesterday morning, and committing a five-alarm bugfuck.
“behind the scenes … I must tell you. [Iran] can’t believe the press they get. they can’t even believe it. and they told me. they said ‘it’s amazing how well we’re doing in the papers. we’re not doing so well—’ they’re negotiating with us to make a deal.”
hey, let’s do a quick fact check.
come on, Donny — if you’re going to spin some bullshit ‘sir’ story about how big, strong Iranians, tears in their eyes, got you on the phone so they could shoot the shit about how amazing they’re doing in the press, could you at least remember to claim they called you ‘sir’?
Dear Leader, of course, is accusing-confessing again.
it’s Donny who’s completely obsessed with how whatever he’s up to is playing in the press. it’s Donny who spends hours a day watching himself on TV. it’s Donny who used to to call up the New York newspapers, pretending to be his own press agent, to brag about how much supermodel snatch he was scoring.
I absolutely guarantee you there are no Iranian mullahs calling up the Tehran Times and going ‘let me tell you who I shagged last night.’
now, this was Fox News that Donny was phoning in to, so of course we can’t expect them to go ‘excuse me, Mr President, is this a piece of your brain?
but how about the rest of the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press? now, because I’m a Responsible Journalist and Everything™, I checked out Google’s janky six-fingered plagiarism robot to see if anyone in the mainstream press was talking about Donny’s bizarre claim, and the answer was exactly one — the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.
that’s it? just one? where’s the New York Times? where’s the WaPo? these are the papers that would shit a massive brick every time Joe Biden stammered over someone’s name. shouldn’t it be newsworthy that Dear Leader has completely broken with reality, and is hallucinating phone calls?
when is Preznit Bugfuck going to be bugfuck enough to sound the alarm? because this shit is unsustainable.
let’s get real. Donny is massively stupid, he’s mentally unstable, and he’s increasingly demented. any one of those things should disqualify him from holding office, and — lucky us — we’ve won the trifecta. he’s only going to get worse — and the mainstream press, who hounded Biden daily to resign, are now just standing around like useless lumps and going ‘yeah, well, what are you gonna do? it’s just Donny being Donny.’
it’s fucking maddening.
Donny is clearly unfit for office — so why do we even have a 25th Amendment if we’re never going to use it? if Donny were the CEO of a publicly-held company, the board of directors would have voted to remove him ages ago. so where is America’s board of directors — Donny’s cabinet? come on, let’s go — I’ll take my chances with the couchfucker.
oh right, I forgot. these cowards won’t even tell Dear Leader that their shoes don’t fit.
oh, and I’ve got a pro tip for Donny: if you’re trying to find a way out of the unwinnable don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war that you started, it helps if you’re not batshit fucking insane.
speaking of Iran, Donny was all the fuck over the map yesterday.
he started the day by threatening to totally obliterate the already-obliterated Iran for the skilliondieth time. it was going to be an obliteration like few thought possible — possibly the obliteratiest obliteration of all time.
oh, and Donny’s not just going to fuck Iran’s shit, but good — he’s now super-horny to glom Iran’s oil facilities on Kharg Island, which, by the way, is a thing that would require a massive amount of ground troops.
hey, remember how Donny wormed his way out of respecting the War Powers Act by claiming that his don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran was already over? I wonder whatever happened to that. how does that square with threatening a ground invasion of Iran? does anyone want to ask Holy Mike Johnson about that?
anyhoo, Donny’s big threat was posted at 8:22 in the morning. five hours later, as always inevitably happens whenever Donny starts running his fool mouth, he did a complete one-eighty, and played a vigorous round of ‘you say obliteration, and I say obliterahtion, let’s call the whole thing off.’
so, for literally the 50th time, Donny claims to have reached a sketch of an outline of a framework for an agreement for a peace deal.
Iran, right on schedule, was all ‘I’m sorry, we agreed to what?’
Tehran said it hadn’t decided.
“Iran hasn’t reached a final conclusion about the agreement,” Foreign Ministry spokesman Esmail Baghaei said, according to state media. “We will announce it when we reach a conclusion.”
and the markets, because they will forever be the guy from Memento, committed a predictable and skyrocketed.
because remember, this is all Kabuki, and those markets aren’t going to manipulate themselves.
how many times are we doing to do this?
update, 11;04am EDT: oh look, it’s only 22 hours since Donny claimed to have reached a deal, and he’s already flipped the script back to TOTAL OBLITTEREEENIEESS! that was fast.
but let’s get back to the Festival of Crazypants going on inside Dear Leader’s rat-infested skull — because here’s an actual thing he said yesterday afternoon.
“and again, in Maine. I opened it up. you know who’s fishing there? Canada. Canada. Japan. who’s fishing there? Maine lobster. you couldn’t get a Maine lobster. you had to go to Japan to get a Maine lobster.”
Jesus wept. let’s do another fact check.
excuse me while I go running once again to Google’s janky six-fingered plagiarism robot.
You do not—and never did—need to travel to Japan to get a Maine lobster. In fact, Maine's domestic lobster fishery is highly productive, harvesting between 75 million and 130 million pounds annually and supplying local markets and seafood shacks directly.
now let’s watch as Donny smoothly pivots from perpetrating a dumbfuck to committing a racism.
“guys like me, they built the country. these ingrates are always complaining, complaining. they didn’t build anything. they couldn’t build anything. look what’s happened in Minnesota. Somalia.”
white supremacist much?
‘guys like me.’ Donny’s talking about white people, of course. imagine being this proud of being this racist.
let me tell you, Donny didn’t build shit. he took the $413 million he inherited from his tyrant Klansman father and turned it onto a 1.3 BILLION dollar loss. every single one of his business ventures has failed miserably.
the only thing Dear Leader has ever been successful at is conning his brain-dead cultists.
Donny literally couldn’t sell water in the middle of the desert. he’s the last person on the planet who should be bragging about building anything.
oh, and the last I looked, the entire economy of America’s south was for two centuries dependent on the unpaid labor of black people forced into enslavement.
but do tell me once again about how it’s only white people who built anything, you racist fucking asshole. it’s such a cool story.
let’s go out on a positive note, and check the weather forecast for Donny’s vulgar cage fight on Sunday.
oh good. still an excellent chance of rain.
and now let’s get out of here with some Daily Claudia.
here are a couple of pics of Katie and her mom. these photos are undated but they’re obviously from the early 1990s.
have a great Friday, everyone. don’t go looking for Maine lobsters in Japan.
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I've updated my post, because it's been only 22 hours since Donny announced his latest peace deal, and he's already gone back to making threats. that was fast.
https://bsky.app/profile/ronfilipkowski.bsky.social/post/3mo3uyxx54k24
today in Shit That Happened While I Was Busy Writing This Shit—
the Space Nazi's really going to become a trillionaire, isn't he. it's so infuriating. he's even a bigger con artist than Dear Leader
https://www.theguardian.com/business/live/2026/jun/12/spacex-float-us-stock-market-share-elon-musk-trillionaire-largest-ipo-ever-live-news-updates