what the fuck is that thing on Donny’s head?

the Emperor’s new hair is just the latest in a lifetime of bad decisions

Sep 06, 2026

oh, to have the serene self-confidence of the mediocre white male. it must be super nice to blunder one’s way through life, while being supremely convinced of one’s own genius. and who is more sure of himself, and more mediocre, than our own Preznit Fuckwit? nobody, that’s who.

because here’s the thing about Donny: whether it’s deciding to open a sixth casino right while the other five are failing, or clownfucking his way into an unwinnable don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran, Dear Leader is fundamentally incapable of understanding that he’s about screw something up.

you can put money on it. everything Donny does is dumb as fuck.

which is why it was totally unsurprising that when Donny and his diaper nurse stepped off the plane at Morristown Municipal Airport on Friday, he was rocking some brand-new what-the-hell-even-is-that atop his fat, waterlogged head.

make no mistake — the image at the top of this post isn’t some hack photoshop job. nor was it shat out by some janky, six-fingered plagiarism robot. it’s an actual photograph, taken by Jim Watson of the AFP.

indeed — aside from being just one more bad decision in a lifetime of bad decisions, what in the ever-loving world is going on with Donny’s hair?

who the fuck does Donny imagine he’s fooling?

I mean, if it is some king of Emotional Support Wig, it’s even more ludicrous than the one he sported for a couple-three days back in the beginning of August. at least that one sorta-kinda matched his ‘normal’ hair color.

or is Donny taking hair care tips from Nosferatu McGoebbels, who once famously spray-painted his head before going on TV?

I guarantee that whatever choice Donny made about his head, he had no idea that he was about to do something stupid.

so, why am I making such a big deal out of Donny wearing some fucked-up whatever-it-is on his head?

because it’s a microcosm of why Donny is so thoroughly unfit for office, that’s why. once again, Donny has acted first and thought never.

he blundered into looking like a dipshit on the tarmac in Morristown, the same way he blundered into going broke running casinos, or blundered into completely botching the response to a pandemic, or blundered into an unwinnable war in Iran, or blundered into obliterating our military readiness, or blundered into economy-destroying tariffs, or blundered into defiling so many of our hallowed national institutions, or blundered into making all our allies hate us — by acting first and thinking never.

this is not a person you want running a country, yet here we are.

as always, it’s fucking maddening.

oh, and because you’ve all been thinking it, let’s just go ahead and do it.

holy shit, it’s scary how appropriate that looks.

imagine looking at the system of state-sponsored cruelty and brutality that fuckheads like Nosferatu McGoebbels and Tom Homan have inflicted on America’s immigrant communities, and going ‘why are Nosferatu and Homan being such pussies about this?’

that’s right, our old friend Obergruppenführer Greg Bovino — the itsy bitsy Nazi — is back in the news. Bite-Sized Greg has turned being a racist shit-kazoo into a sort of cottage industry.

Bovino has traveled to Europe to speak with members of right-wing parties on immigration crackdowns. He has frequented far-right podcasts to amplify his uncompromising outlook on immigration enforcement, is working on a tell-all book of his time in the administration, and has lined up speaking engagements with young conservatives to share his belief that immigration is changing the fiber of this country.

oh great, a tell-all book. I can’t wait to read about how Greg had the great idea to grind up immigrants and feed them to other immigrants, but mean old Nosferatu wouldn’t listen to him. so unfair!

and because everything in MAGA-land always ends up being a grift, the Pocket Nazi is now selling his own branded whiskey, because of course he is.

Bovino has also created his own whiskey label, Commander’s Choice, with bottles available to pre-order for $99 with a label that says: “Deport them all. America first.” (“It’s a fantastic drink for law enforcement,” he told CNN. “It’s keto friendly.”)

‘it’s a fantastic drink for law enforcement.’ oh sure, drunken cops. what could possibly go wrong?

I gotta say that ‘deport them all’ is a hell of a slogan for a whiskey.

instead of biting the hand that fed him so well, this guy should be thanking his lucky stars that Donny plucked him from obscurity and turned him into some fucked-up icon of hate.

fuck that noise. let’s just take a walk down memory lane and enjoy that time Greggers got run out of that Target store when he tried to take a leak.

oh, look who’s having a bit of a sad right now — it’s Little Miss Fear of a Black Santa.

Megyn Kelly can’t understand why MAGA is all of a sudden hating on Dear Leader, just because he’s made everyone’s lives measurably worse. suck it up, MAGA, what’s the big deal?

“they feel like they gave Trump a year and a half. he’s done nothing other than make things worse, this is how they feel, if you read the polls. and so— and they’re pissed. they’re not feeling pro-GOP right now, for a variety of reasons. they don’t tend to like the tariffs. I still am open-minded to them — but I don’t speak to the independents, even though I am one. they don’t like the war. they don’t like what’s happening in their bank accounts. and they’re staring to think the Democrats might be the better option on the economy.”

did you catch the tone of incredulity that creeps into her voice as she talks about how people now want to vote Democratic? the horror. the horror.

Megyn Kelly can fuck all the way off to infinity — and beyond.

according to plagiarism robot, Megyn’s net worth is $45 million. she’s completely lost touch with what it’s like to walk into the supermarket and discover that prices have gone up again, just as they did last week, and the week before that.

and that, my friends, is the real problem. none of these fuckers have any idea what it’s like to live in the world they’ve inflicted on We the People. nor do they care.

though once you’ve rationalized, as Megyn Kelly has, that Jeffrey Epstein raping a 15-year-old girl doesn’t actually count as pedophilia, excusing Donny for fucking up everything is kinda mild by comparison.

and now, let’s do us our Daily Claudia.

today, let’s go back to the 1980s. here’s is Ms Spouse in what I think was her office at the Village Voice, but don’t quote me on that.

these next two were taken by Ms Spouse’s bff Mandi, in her apartment.

have a great Sunday, everyone.

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