By David Glenn Cox
Here in dementia Don’s Retro Reich, it is always important to remember. Every victory is a defeat, and every defeat is a victory. But when the greasy orange butt hole doesn’t get his way, he always runs to the courts like a screaming scalded toddler who dropped his ice cream cone in the sand. So the courts ordered Donny Dipstick to pay out SNAP benefits, the administration wipes the sweat from its brow and mutters to itself, Oh, thank God! The discombobulated Hrump administration is in trouble and they know it.
The stench of rot is setting in with a rise of public dissatisfaction. It’s all gone wrong! The people were supposed to be cheering for ICE, by now. Instead, they hate them and by proxy they hate the administration. They have the media out working nights and weekends trying to puff up this administration. I’ll show you what I mean. The golden goofus’s initiatives are polling in the high twenty percentile range. Yet, the dementia demigod they tell us polls in the high thirties. How does that work exactly? They hate his programs and his administration, but they still like him?
Old John Thune stood up in congress the other day and gave a fiery speech about the government shutdown. Laden with all the baseless Republican talking points you’ve grown accustomed to hearing, omitting every cogent fact. The Reich wing media played portions of his pitiful, purposeful propaganda pitch on every Reich wing media outlet in the country. Raise your hand, if you give a shit what John Thune thinks. Desperate times call for desperate dumb asses. The folks at home were getting tired of little Timmy (Penile euphemism) Johnson, aka the excuse bot 5000. Fascist governments can never back down. They walk the tightrope of always having to be correct in all things. They can’t ever admit that they’ve made a mistake or were wrong about something. Because if they ever admit to being wrong, people might wonder what else they could be wrong about?
So if the demented orange drug depository wasn’t huffing and bluffing to begin with, why hasn’t he gone to the monkey cage called the extreme court for relief? “You gotta help me! I’m trying to starve people and they won’t let me.” Unpopular? There are no words for just how unpopular that stunt would be. They are relieved the court has rescued them from going off the cliff and have avoided having their bluff called. So the court’s decision might appear at first as a defeat, while it is actually a victory. “We’re saved!”
Now what does King Donald the turd do whenever a court rules against him? He immediately goes to his twuth social and tweets out pissing and moaning about the unfairness of it all. But what did he do when the courts said he must feed the people? He posted pictures of his remodeling job in the Lincoln bathroom. Twenty-five photographs of a room barely 500 square feet. Posting like he just finished it all by himself. Odd, don’t you think? A man whose career was building luxury hotels, casinos and resorts. And now, he wets himself with joy over a simple bathroom job. That’s just sort of sad.
How bad is the situation for this orange degeneration? They had to run for a safe space like The University of Mississippi. Mississippi, Alabama and Florida, because everywhere else is no longer safe. No longer free from protestors. If it wasn’t for up! JD Vance couldn’t fuck at all. I laughed so hard when I heard this; I had tears in my eyes. Shady JD was asked by a bible thumping bimbo bigot how he could be married to a woman who was a Hindu?
It’s a southern Bible belt thing. First, they ask your name and then they ask, “and where do you go to church?” Being married to a Hindu in the south is akin to being married to a Golden Retriever. It’s inconceivable and blows their minds completely. Shady does what you would expect him to do and throws his own wife under the bus. And having been married myself, I can only imagine the conversation when he got home.
Usha Vance; “How did your speech go honey?” It went fine, dear. “Anything interesting?” Well, they asked me how I could be married to a heathen Hindu. “And what did you say?” I told them there’s hope for you yet! That at least we agreed to not raise our children as miserable heathens! That I hope someday you’ll come around and see the pure white light and love of Jesus Christ, before he casts you into a burning lake of fire forever and ever. What? Why are you looking at me like that for? Usha? Come on honey, open the door!
I didn’t mean that YOU were a heathen, dear. Just your religion. Gosh, every white man knows Christianity is just better. Everyone knows that! I bet someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight!
Amazon says it didn’t cut 14,000 employees because of money. No, they say they cut them because of ‘culture.’ The culture of making more money. No different from the coal mines of 130 years ago. We have a culture around here of your ass needs to work a little harder! A raise? I’ll kick you in the ass and that will raise you up some. High tech automated slavery. We have an open-door policy around here and if you don’t like it, well, there’s the open door. A culture of whining children too frightened and chicken shit to stand up for themselves and organize. Yes sir, I can stay late. Yes sir, I can come in on my day off.
My grandfather was a Wobbly and a Union organizer in the 1930s. He used to say, “If you’re not willing to fight for it, then maybe you don’t deserve it! Maybe the boss man is right about you, after all. Maybe he’s got you pegged correctly.”
“As long as he owns your tools, he owns your job, and if he owns your job, he is the master of your fate. You are in no sense a free man. You are subject to his interest and to his will. He decides whether you shall work or not. Therefore, he decides whether you shall live or die. And in that humiliating position anyone who tries to persuade you that you are a free man is guilty of insulting your intelligence.”
― Eugene V. Debs
“A Fascist is one whose lust for money or power is combined with such an intensity of intolerance toward those of other races, parties, classes, religions, cultures, regions or nations as to make them ruthless in his use of deceit or violence to attain his ends.” – Henry A. Wallace
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