will the DC press ever admit that the Mad King’s brain has gone fuckity-bye?

also: Donny gets an abysmal jobs report. hilarity ensues.

at the end of the day, the worthless scribblers of our corporate-controlled press are a bunch of gutless fucking cowards. they’re gutless cowards at the beginning of the day, too, and every second in between.

you can’t tell me that reporters who deal with Donny on a daily basis don’t know they’re watching a deteriorating old shitforbrains in advanced cognitive decline. how can they not, after listening to him repeatedly prattle on about whatever fever-swamp nonsense is pinballing inside his big dumb pumpkin head, day after day?

of course they know. it’s got to be an open secret that the Emperor has no brain. but they can’t say shit about Donny’s mind having gone fuckity-bye, because their livelihoods depend on pretending that America’s Mad King is perfectly normal. so they dance around Donny’s crazypants incoherence, and sanewash it as best they can.

all of which makes it astonishing that the DC-insider website The Hill actually went there, and published this no-punches-pulled oped by Chris Truax.

“Confabulation.” It’s a word you are going to be hearing a lot in the coming months.

Confabulation isn’t misremembering a date or forgetting something. The mistakes of memory we are all subject to become confabulation when people remember false information in vivid detail — detail so vivid and complete that people who don’t know otherwise often believe what they are hearing is true.

In older people, confabulation is one of the clearest early signs of dementia. The day you witness someone confabulate is often the day you are forced to admit to yourself that a beloved parent needs help, and that all the little slips and oddities you’ve been seeing can no longer be rationalized away.

Truax goes on to cite Donny’s most recent episode of confabulation, where he blathered at length about how his supergenius uncle the MIT professor taught math to the Unabomber — which is in fact one of the things in this world that never happened the most.

Trump’s uncle was indeed a professor at MIT, but everything else in this story is pure confabulation. Trump’s uncle didn’t have degrees in “nuclear, chemical, and math” — he had degrees in electrical engineering and physics. And Kaczynski did not go to MIT at all — he went to Harvard.

it was Donny’s dead pedo bestie who used to claim he knew Kaczynski — but Donny’s too far gone to remember who’s told him what. confabulation, it’s what’s for breakfast.

Truax also cites Donny’s inability to understand how numbers work as another warning sign of dementia.

“…one fifth. one half. it’s a tremendous difference. this is for the people in this room, because this is something that nobody else can do. we’re gonna get the drug prices down, not thirty or forty percent, which would be great. not fifty or sixty, no. we’re going to get them down 1,000 percent. 600 percent. 500 percent. 1,500 percent. numbers that are not even thought to be achievable.”

there’s a reason that the numbers seeping out Donny’s rancid anus-mouth are ‘not even thought to be achievable,’ and that’s because they literally are unachievable.

if you reduce the price of something by one hundred percent, you’ve made it free. you cannot reduce the price of anything by a number larger than one hundred percent, unless you’re suggesting that the vendor pay the customer to take the product off their hands.

so what the fuck is President Scramblebrains gibbering about? it beats the shit out of me. he has no idea that what he’s claiming he can to do is impossible. all he knows is big numbers goooood, small numbers baaaad.

but that wasn’t just some isolated brainfart. Donny keeps repeating these impossible numbers over and over. they’ve become fixed in whatever’s left of his decaying brain.

“I want to get the drug prices down by a thousand percent, twelve hundred percent. you know what I mean by that … we’ll have drug prices coming down by 500, 600, 800, even 1,200%.”

hey, you know what else is a sign of dementia? a loss of sexual inhibition.

from the Alzheimer’s Society website:

Some types of dementia, especially frontotemporal dementia (FTD), can affect a person’s inhibitions, their sexual behavior and their attitude towards sex. A person with this type of dementia may, for example, express their sexual interest more directly or openly.

keep that in mind as you listen to some gross pig practically drool while rhapsodizing about his press secretary’s mouth.

Newsmax: “Karoline Leavitt.”

Donny: “she’s become a star. it’s that face. it’s that brain. it’s those lips, the way they move.”

eww. shut the fuck up, you creepy old man.

way to remind everyone on the planet that you’re the same disgusting pervert who used to fight with Jeffrey Epstein over teenage girls.

if Donny worked for any corporation in America, he’d have been chewed out by HR and made to watch videos about sexual harassment in the workplace.

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so, here’s a thing that happened Friday: the July jobs report was released — and it was fucking abysmal. let’s watch Fox News yammerhead Maria Bartiromo get shocked into silence as the numbers cross her desk.

“the NASDAQ down about two hundred, go— [very long pause] 73,000. 73,000 jobs created in the month of July. the numbers just coming out.”

that’s horrible. the entire US labor force is 163.5 million. 73,000 is a rounding error away from zero. the American economy basically ground to a standstill in July.

the guy who speaks last in the above clip has it exactly right:

“look, I think this is all a result, this disappointing number is a result of all the turmoil over tariffs and trade wars.”

no shit, Sherlock.

congratulations, Donny. in just seven short months you’ve taken Joe Biden’s roaring economy, dragged it to the gravel pit, and shot it in the fucking head — and now everyone’s just standing around, going ‘where’s Economy?’

of course, President Toddler reacted to the bad news in the only way he’s emotionally equipped to. he freaked the fuck out and power-loaded an infinite series of diapers.

I was just informed that our Country’s “Jobs Numbers” are being produced by a Biden Appointee, Dr. Erika McEntarfer, the Commissioner of Labor Statistics, who faked the Jobs Numbers before the Election to try and boost Kamala’s chances of Victory. This is the same Bureau of Labor Statistics that overstated the Jobs Growth in March 2024 by approximately 818,000 and, then again, right before the 2024 Presidential Election, in August and September, by 112,000. These were Records — No one can be that wrong? We need accurate Jobs Numbers. I have directed my Team to fire this Biden Political Appointee, IMMEDIATELY. She will be replaced with someone much more competent and qualified. Important numbers like this must be fair and accurate, they can’t be manipulated for political purposes. McEntarfer said there were only 73,000 Jobs added (a shock!) but, more importantly, that a major mistake was made by them, 258,000 Jobs downward, in the prior two months. Similar things happened in the first part of the year, always to the negative. The Economy is BOOMING under “TRUMP” despite a Fed that also plays games, this time with Interest Rates, where they lowered them twice, and substantially, just before the Presidential Election, I assume in the hopes of getting “Kamala” elected – How did that work out? Jerome “Too Late” Powell should also be put “out to pasture.” Thank you for your attention to this matter!

that’s right, reality is a left-wing lunatic plot to make Dear Leader look bad.

nothing to see here, just the president of the United States melting all the way down on his crappy app, and accusing a dedicated, lifelong civil servant of deliberately faking data just to ruin his day. perfectly normal stuff.

paranoia is also a sign of mental decline.

that’s fucking awesome — the guy who imagines he can lower drug prices by a thousand percent is accusing someone else of playing fast and loose with numbers.

so, this is fine.

Donny’s gonna replace the Commissioner of Labor Statistics with some loyalist tool who will dutifully report whatever numbers they’re told to — numbers guaranteed to please Dear Leader — and the next time a jobs report comes out, we’ll all just crumple it up and toss it in the nearest garbage can.

lucky us, we’re going to have a government we’ll no longer be able to trust to give us a straight answer on anything. tell me, is that bad?

maybe Donny can get the My Pillow dipshit to be the new statistics commissioner. I hear he’s really good at pulling numbers out of his ass.

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hey, you know who else used to cook their books and issue glowing reports at the same time the wheels were coming off their economy?

oh look, for once I’m not going to say ‘the Nazis’ — those madcap funsters were more into burning books than cooking them.

no, it was those good old commies from the Soviet Union. check out this New York Times report from January 1, 1963.

MOSCOW, Jan. 27 - Soviet citizens read yesterday a Government statement reporting that the national economy was booming and expanding. The announcement was contained in statistics on industrial and agricultural production that covered about one-third of the newspapers. Every three months, statistics on results of the state plan are published. The statistics are unfailingly optimistic. Each time they raise questions in minds of some Soviet citizens and foreign observers about the relationship of statistics to reality.

“raising questions … about the relationship of statistics to reality.” does that sound like anyone we know? maybe the guy who just claimed he could lower drug prices by eleventyseven thousand percent?

Soviet-era economic reports were an open joke. everyone knew it — and not just in the west. Russian citizens would be standing in line for hours to buy a potato — and while they were queued up, they could read in Pravda about how super fucking booming their economy was.

congratulations, Donny — you’re making the Soviet Union great again.

you know what else the commies loved to do back in the 1960s? cover everything with concrete.

yesterday, the White House proudly released photos of their newly completed— what are they even calling it? it sure as fuck isn’t a Rose Garden.

look at the before-and-after and tell me this isn’t some Soviet-level shit.

imagine being proud of having done this.

Donny Convict fucking sucks, and everything he touches turns to shit. thank you for your attention to this matter.

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here are your heroes of the day: the folks responsible for putting up this billboard in Birmingham, Alabama.

A billboard on the Red Mountain Expressway in Birmingham is catching eyes and controversy with its message questioning the relationship between President Trump and Jeffrey Epstein, asking, “What’s the big secret fellas?”

Joellyn Beckham, founder of Bright Blue Dot, is partly behind the billboard’s existence. She hopes it will draw more attention to the so-called Epstein files, pressuring them to be released.

Joellyn and team, a grateful nation thanks you.

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here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.

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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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