what kind of sick fuck roots for any of this shit?

the MAGA kind, of course

Jul 03, 2025

there are no heroes in the Republican Party. none.

you would like to think that after the opening of America’s newest concentration camp, at least one elected Republican would stand up and say ‘what the fuck are we doing here?’

but nope, no sirree, that ain’t what’s happening. Republicans are embracing this abomination, and falling all over each other in a mad dash to see who can crank the cruelty dial so far past eleven that it snaps off in their hands.

here are some word-adjacent noises that seeped out of Dear Leader’s rancid anus-mouth the other day, after a reporter asked him if he planned on franchising his Trumpcentration camps.

“well, I think we’d like to see them in many states, really, many states. this one, I know Ron’s doing a second one, at least a second one, and probably a couple of more. and, you know, at some point, they might morph into a system where you’re going to keep it for a long time.”

oh goody. in a hundred years we’ve gone from ‘a chicken in every pot’ to ‘a concentration camp in every state.’

the Republican Party is way ahead of you, bro. they’re already hard at work bringing the concept of extra-legal confinement to their own jurisdictions.

oh look, our nation’s self-appointed Bathroom Panty Inspector has sniffed out a brand-new opportunity to call attention to herself.

“Dear DHS: We’ve got a swamp and a dream. Let’s talk. South Carolina’s gators are ready. And they’re not big on paperwork. If I was Governor, we’d be bringing Alligator Alcatraz to South Carolina.”

what is this performative-nonsense ass-hattery? where is Nancy, what the fuck is she wearing, and why does she looked drugged?

“South Carolina’s gators are ready.” oh, really, Nance? ready for what? why are we even bothering to detain immigrants? because it really seems as if Nancy Mace and her whole bloodthirsty ilk just want to skip ahead to the part where migrants get ripped apart. fuck having tents and cots, just truck the poor bastards in and toss them to the gators.

“and they’re not big on paperwork.” that’s for sure. welcome to America in the year 2025, where believing in stupid stuff like due process gets you labeled a communist.

oh, and it’s ‘if I were Governor’ — aspirational declarations get a ‘were,’ not a ‘was,’ you illiterate fool.

fuck, if these people get to be actual Nazis, at least I can be a grammar Nazi.

what kind of sick fuck openly roots for migrants to get eaten by alligators? the MAGA kind, of course.

I guess if your state doesn’t have alligators, just go for whatever wildlife is handy.

here’s Senator Bag of Hair’s contribution to the national discourse.

thank god the original Nazis didn’t have social media. at least we’re spared history books full of cute cartoon crematoriums posted to Der Gesichtbuch in 1944.

here’s the Presidential Side-Piece, doing a racism.

“Alligator lives matter. The good news is, alligators are guaranteed at least 65 million meals if we get started now.”

65 million. that’s an interesting number — because it’s not the number of immigrants in America. it’s the number of Latinos living in America.

ethnic cleansing, much?

Laura Loomer wants to throw every brown-skinned person to the gators, be they documented, undocumented, or — for fuck’s sake! — natural-born citizens.

and this woman is an official advisor to America’s Mad King.

stay classy, asshole.

oh, and guess what: Ron DeSadist’s hastily-constructed piece of shit concentration camp couldn’t even stand up to one day of rain.

these fucking clowns literally can’t do anything right.

A report by the Miami Herald further casts into doubt official claims about the facility’s durability. According to the Herald, “a garden-variety South Florida summer rainstorm” on Tuesday afternoon—of about an inch-and-a-half of rain—caused flooding in the facility.
The Herald reports: “Rainfall seeped through the edges of the facility as the roofs and walls trembled. Drips leaked from above a door frame. The water spread under poles hoisting the Florida and U.S. flags.”

look at this shit.

that’s video captured by reporter Jason Delgado. listen to how loud the rain is. look at all that water seeping in.

don’t worry, Ron’s flunkies assure us, this place will survive a category two hurricane.

(though the Naples Daily News notes that winds of recent hurricanes in the area have significantly exceeded Category 2 levels).

oh. okay.

now get ready to read the least-reassuring paragraph ever published.

“Overnight, the vendors went back and tightened any seams at the base of the structures that allowed water intrusion during the heavy storm, which was minimal,” Stephanie Hartman, the deputy director of communications for the division of emergency management said in a statement.

yeah, right. you tightened all the seams. bueno.

right now, as I write this, the House is set to vote on Donny’s Big Beautiful Piece of Shit, the granny-starving giveaway to billionaires (oh, and it also includes $45 billion for the construction of Trumpcentration camps).

this comes after twenty-four hours of ten holdout Republicans doing their predictable kabuki, where they strutted about and postured and shouted about how THEY WILL NEVER VOTE FOR THIS HORRIBLE BILL — and then, in the middle of the night, at 3:30am, nine of the ten holdouts all magically changed their minds, and voted yes on a motion to begin a final debate.

now, let’s go live to the floor of the House as Congress prepares to vote.

oh no, wait — that’s actual kabuki. you can understand my error.

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.

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