Have a look at Fat Donny’s thoughts on the sad and ghastly murder of Rob and Michele Reiner:
Lately, and quite deliberately, I’ve been missing in action while Donald and his merry band of incompetent toadies have been chewing their way, locust-like, across the civil landscape, figuring there’s nothing worthwhile to come from screaming down a well every time the sick orange bastard commits another atrocity. If I was going to comment on even a fraction of the horror stories we’ve seen unfold over the past 11 months (only 11 months!) I’d be writing two or three tortured posts a day, which nobody’d read anyway, and the hell with that. Somehow, though, this latest foul missive from the fever swamp overlord has pushed me over the edge. Last straws, and all that. I feel compelled to say something.
Now, this is silly of me on two scores. First, while this latest demented blast certainly betrays a breathtaking unfitness for office, it’s pretty small beer compared to, say, sending gangs of masked thugs all across the country to round up terrified brown people, deporting hapless immigrants to foreign gulags without due process, putting troops in the streets, siding with Russia in its war on Ukraine, demolishing the Western alliance system, dismantling the federal government, putting cranks and weirdos in charge of what’s left of key government functions, turning the Oval Office into a gaudy platform for endless grifting, and tasking the U.S. Navy to commit dozens upon dozens of straight-up murders on the high seas, which aren’t war crimes only because there isn’t a war, though it looks like Donald (goaded on by Rubio?) desperately wants to start one with Venezuela. Stacked against all that, and a hundred other things besides, what’s a faux-Tweet posted over on Donald’s ridiculous Truth Social platform, however intemperate, lie-riddled, and pathologically narcissistic?
Second, you know what, I have my doubts that Donald even wrote it. The sentence structure is too complex, the use of adjectives too fluent (massive, unyielding, incurable, mind-crippling), the lack of spelling and grammatical errors too stark (nothing like the incoherent drivel that Trump usually hammers out while he’s parked on the crapper, even while noting the odd phrase “an obsession of Donald Trump”). I’m getting a real Stephen Miller vibe, especially from the bit about the new Golden Age of America. Donnie doesn’t talk like that. He’d say that America is hot right now, and more respected than ever before, sure, but the dawn of a “golden age”? Nah. Dollars to donuts that’s Miller. Donnie might only have dictated the general parameters and given it a brief glance before his bulb-headed lunatic enabler hit “send”.
Still. It’s not like Donald would take issue with any of the sentiments bleated out in his name, and this might be the very worst public utterance to which any President has happily claimed authorship. It’s depraved. It’s delusional and sadistic. It’s so twisted it’s frightening, and yes, it snapped my poor camel’s back.
I try to look on the bright side. Donald looks terrible, and seems a little worse with every new day, and I’m thinking he’s not long for this Earth. There’s a chance, I think a good chance, that MAGA can’t carry on without him, since nobody, it seems, can get away with unbridled Trumpiness like Trump does (remember Ron DeSantis’s bid for the nomination?).
On the other hand, what Donald has already broken is going to stay broken, maybe forever, and certainly for a long, long time. From this point onward, it’s too late for his departure to spare us from decades of grief, and the dire consequences of America’s loss of standing in the world, though maybe certain disasters, like his scheme to take over the Fed, can still be averted. It can always get worse, right? No matter when he leaves the scene, though, there’s already so very much that may never get better.
Plus, I’m worried about who might scoop the crown out of the gutter. Maybe there actually is another Trump out there, somebody we haven’t thought about. My money’s on Tucker Carlson.
No, seriously.
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