Monday, January 14, 2019

The Conways

We have to wonder, don't we? How long will it be until Kellyanne Conway gets the ultimatum: Divorce him or turn in your resignation.

The fact Donald has tolerated this so long is a hint that he fears what would come out if Kellyanne is cut loose and spills her guts to hubby. 

Saturday, January 12, 2019

The plot thickens?

Oh, shit. This can't be good news for Donald Dumpster, can it?

There's probably only one question you need to answer to figure this one out:

If Vladimir Putin had the President of the United States under his control, what kinds of things would he expect the President to do? 

Then write down which of those things Donald Dumpster has done since taking office, or is doing now.

Then, for good measure, take a close look at any suspicious behavior.

I've seen numerous reports online regarding Russian television broadcasts featuring open discussion of Donald's success in carrying out his assigned agenda in the United States. Usually I've written it off as Russian media trolling the US, but now I'm accepting the possibility that they're serious.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Idle contemplation

Last night, I dreamed that Donny Mushroom leaped from the top of a tall building and landed on Mitch McConnell. God, what a mess that made. Actually, it was a daydream.

The world makes sense as long as I remember that Republicans talking on television programs are lying at least 99 percent of the time, or 100 percent depending on the topic (or the Republican).

Donny Mushroom is comfortable when he can publicly present himself as the beloved star of a hit TV reality show. It pisses him off when he can't, like during last night's address from the Oval Office.

The only time Donny complains about the news media is when he can't control what's being said about him. Nearly everything he does is intended to manage the conversation about him on TV talk shows, with his ultimate goal being all praise, all the time.

I'm now positive the only people Donny cares about are (a) himself, (b) Ivanka, and (c) people he believes will definitely vote for him in 2020... in that order. The rest of us are totally insignificant in his alternate reality.

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Impressive? No.

How does the has-been former TV reality show celebrity spend his time these days? Well, doing shit like this mostly. I think this is intended to scare Nancy and Chuck into surrendering.

And by the way, as long as he addresses them as Nancy and Chuck, they should address him as Donald. Let informality rule!

Friday, January 4, 2019

Total Crapola

Donnie Phugtupp isn't even bothering to pull stuff out of his butt anymore. He just bends over and here it comes.

These droppings arrived in the form of a Twit Tweet today:

"How do you impeach a president who has won perhaps the greatest election of all time, done nothing wrong (no Collusion with Russia, it was the Dems that Colluded), had the most successful first two years of any president, and is the most popular Republican in party history 93%? 

As I have stated many times, if the Democrats take over the House or Senate, there will be disruption to the Financial Markets. We won the Senate, they won the House. Things will settle down. They only want to impeach me because they know they can’t win in 2020, too much success!"  

By the way, someone who works in the White House needs to inform the ignorant motherfucker that referring to him as a motherfucker is not being disrespectful to the United States, only to him.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

The GOP protection plan

Apparently, the Republican Party sees Donnie Phugtupp as one whose power and authority cannot be challenged or even questioned. That's a lot like a dictator, and it means that Republicans are Totally Phugtupp.

PS: Just a reminder that you can't spell TRash dUMP without TRUMP.

Summer walks in Texas

Judging by the amount of water on driveways and sidewalks and in the street, some Texans seem to think you can grow concrete and asphalt using lawn sprinklers.

Six-Word Memoir

Most of my balloons were popped.

The head butter

My photo
The less you know, the happier we'll both be.