The sleep of reason breeds nightmares
I climb out of a sickbed and confront a world in more chaos than the late summer of 1939. What the hell is going on?
The last best hope of mankind has been turned into a gangster state with kidnapping, extortion and brazen threats on three continents. This kind of lawlessness should have been answered not with demurrals and editorials but with a January 6-size mob besieging the former White House or wherever these Republicanazis are holed up, with full media coverage when the inevitable shooting starts. The world from Copenhagen to Bogota has made itself heard -- let them know we stand with them. Put the creatures in the concentration camps they built for us. The sooner we act, the lower will be the price that had to be paid in 1945.
Nicolas Maduro may not be worth saving but neither was Stalin, as many people asserted at the time. The international order and the rule of law are always worth saving and right now Trump is the Hitler-size menace.
Who do you supposed elbowed through the crowd and climbed on a box to kiss Trump's ass? Good guess.
He found a MAKE IRAN GREAT AGAIN hat in the back of the closet and brought it along, and got his silky hair ruffled in gratitude. It's fun to see a couple of old men sharing an orgasm as they look forward to the next war crime. So many choices!
Meanwhile Bad Benny Thompson was in Podcastland sharing a long and remarkably Lewis Carrollian explanation of how Maduro rigged the 2020 election for Joe Biden and probably the 2008 Indiana primary (I'll get to it). Smartmatic and Dominion machines are Venezuelan-designed, QED, do you need a map? Why they didn't do it in 2024 was not mentioned. It's not one of the crimes he's charged with. At the UN Mike Waltz followed in the footsteps of Adlai Stevenson and Colin Powell by lying his ass off, describing the war crime as "a law enforcement operation," reminding me of Eric Idle's impersonation of John Lennon: "I'm starting a war for peace." Irony died shortly before Lennon did.
As the ICEstapo threaten to flood the Twin Cities with armed thugs and federal funds vanish in bogus fraud accusations, Tim Walz said he won't seek a third term because he can't govern, answer subpoenas from the Comer gang and fend off attacks on his family at the same time. It's sad, but there's good news out of Minnesota, too: a Hilton hotel is cancelling ICEstapo reservations. More of this, please. Who do we know with a connection to the Hyatt chain? Oh, yes, J.B. Pritzker. Let them sleep in tents. It was 29F in Minneapolis today.
Oh, the Indiana primary. Trump warmed up for his encounter with Flimsy Graham with a night-long masturbation session on his Dollar Tree platform. Apparently Obama managed to steal Indiana with or without Maduro's help, according to Mike Lindell probably. Anyway, blah blah stolen oil, blah blah Greenland national security, blah blah bitch who stole Dear Leader's Nobel has no chance of becoming president no matter what Venezuelans want. Democracy! Fuck yeah.
Mickey Mouseturd described the attack as "completely authorized" because Dear Leader called him and after several seconds thought he said "Yes." It's practically what Article I, Section 8 requires. You remember the Constitution, Mickey. It's on the shelf next to Dilbert, Volume 1.
Speaking of which, Scott Adams may have chosen the wrong day to announce his deathbed conversion to Christianity like a Dark Age king. Why announce it at all? Anyway, drink the wine and chew the wafer, Scott. Say hello to Blaise Pascal.
Add to the list of presidents surpassed by Dear Leader James Monroe. No shit. "All the way back it dated to the Monroe doctrines and the Monroe Doctrine is a big deal. But we've superseded it by a lot, by a real lot. They now call it the Monroe Doctrine. I don't know, it's Don-roe doctrine." Then the teacher gave him a C- and he kicked her and that's why he was sent to a reform military school. Monroe didn't even know about the oil. He's overpraised like Kennedy.
And so to bed, to dream about the next country in the path of Trump's Lebensraum.
Hope you're feeling well enough to return to the sarcasm mines!
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