Be warned - I slept little and have had enough.
Forehead. Three inches back. That's where the constant throb over Trump, his coven of lackeys, and his gaggle of twats (read: supporters) sit in my head.
An aneurysm just waiting for one "WTF?!?!" too many to push it to overload.
I found something today that may well do it.
Now, it is no secret that spelling and grammar are not exactly in the wheelhouse of Cult45. In fact, they are pretty legend at redefining the word abysmal. We know that facts play no part in their lives because cognitive dissonance. (Hilariously, they have zero idea what that means.) We are fully aware that they are the picture that rides alongside the term Dunning Kruger Effect. (Again, they are too stupid to know they are too stupid to know what that means.)
Their loyalty to their sagging, baggy, leaky, Olestra shit colored, human Depends diaper is something to behold. He can do no wrong in their world. Honestly, he could BBQ a newborn baby on 5th Avenue and eat it on a Pay-per-view special, and they would pay to watch and cheer. They are that far gone.
I could write about the debate last evening in which a sedated Trump (elephant dart to the ass, I assume, shot by Junior or Eric the Paste Eating Wunderkind) told lie after lie after lie after lie. (Seriously, Joey Ramone was on the other side going, "Duuuuuude...") I could touch on the abhorrence of him responding "Good" to Biden speaking of the 545 children still without their parents. The ludicrousness of him claiming we are rounding the corner with COVID on the very day we charted the highest number of new cases - 77,640. (A record we broke TODAY with over 81,400 new cases. Heckuva job there, Orangey.) There's the HILARIOUS claim to being "the least racist person in the room." Hello, Central Park Five? Care to comment? The bullshittery of his healthcare claims - that "Beautiful" plan that continues to be "two weeks" from now. (If you've seen The Money Pit, it is especially funny.)
There is no end to what I could write about from last evening. But it would all be variations on the same themes from the past four years.
He is incompetent. He is a buffoon. He is a criminal. He sanctioned the kidnapping of children. He is breathtakingly stupid. He is a monkey that constantly pulls shit from his ass and throws it at the wall and then beams at his "great idea" splatter. He knows nothing, wants to learn nothing. He hates minorities. He loves white nationalists. He is an adulterer. He is the most hideous physical specimen to have to endure day in, day out. And ... sweet Jesus wearing flip flops on a waffle iron, He doesn't know how to blend.
On and on and on and on I could go trying to get the point across about how inept, dangerous, ill-suited, incompetent, willfully ignorant, and vile is he and his coalition of crazies. But this, THIS sums it all up perfectly.
This billboard is from Fayette County Pennsylvania. Money was spent, copy was written, and they all thought they nailed it.
Yeah, this billboard is the out and proud equivalent of a cake on the actual series Nailed It!.
Take it in. Eat it with your eyeballs. Savor every word, every letter. Enjoy the carefully crafted message designed to bang their drum about "Sleepy Joe" and how he has diminishing faculties. (Or would they spell it dimenishing?)
This cohort of clowns, eager to call Joe dumb, slow - spelled it DIMENSIA.
If that isn't the most on brand thing in Trumpville, I don't know what is.
Pssst, MAGAts, I know you're staring at it going, "I don't see nuthin' wrong!" It's spelled DEMENTIA, you fucking puerile, dimwitted, out-to-lunch, venal wastes of the time of every teacher who ever stood in front of your mouthbreathing, slackjawed, empty eyed selves.
And it matters. IT DOES. This kind of sloppy, lazy, phone-it-in work is the hallmark of this administration and why we now have 228,760 people dead, and are track to lose another 100,000 to this pandemic. It is why we are the punchline of every international joke.
But hey, you go on thinking you're smart, that he's outwitting everyone. And he can keep telling us he is "magnificently brilliant."
Come to think of it, your whole assertion that your stable genius has been playing five dementianal chess this whole time makes sense now.
If you can't fucking spell.
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GET OUT AND VOTE. FOR THE LOVE OF WHATEVER YOU HOLD DEAR - GOD, NINTENDO, FAT FREE PRINGLES - JUST GET OUT AND VOTE.
I was just reading a statement from Emmanuel Macron in France. He is putting them back into lockdown with modifications to the spring lockdown. But there were the French, complaining about Macron. If they want to trade I am happy to send rhem Donald and happily receive Macron.
Posted by: Nikki in nyc | Wednesday, October 28, 2020 at 10:09 PM