Showing posts with label desperation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label desperation. Show all posts

Monday, May 13, 2019

Surveying her domain

The domain she DESPERATELY wants to explore but isn’t remotely trustworthy enough to experience without a big screen door in her face. Which makes her a sad, powerless little monarch.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

When you're supposed to be Commander in Chief ...

but you get caught ignoring the families of dead soldiers for two weeks because you're too busy golfing 18 holes and you're already one big-ass hole yourself:

"I like to call when it’s appropriate, when I think I’m able to do it. They have made the ultimate sacrifice. So, generally, I would say that I like to call. I’m going to be calling them. I want a little time to pass, I’m going to be calling them. I have, as you know, since I’ve been president, I have. But in addition, I actually wrote letters individually to the soldiers we’re talking about, and they’re going to be going out either today or tomorrow."

National Character Counts Week so far:

Living example of character and integrity Monday 16 October: The New Yorker reports that Dotard has laughingly made a joke that Pence "wants to hang" all gay people. Neither living example of character and integrity even makes an attempt to refute the story.

Living example of character and integrity Tuesday 17 October: After 13 days of complete silence over the October 4 ambush murder of U.S. Army Sgt. La David Johnson in Niger, Dotard finally contacts his pregnant widow to tell her "You know he must've known what he signed up for."

Living example of character and integrity Wednesday 18 October: After loudly launching his bullshit distraction pretending-to-do-president-stuff-theme-week "Infrastructure Week" on June 6 -- specifically "announcing his Administration’s infrastructure plans this week on Air Traffic Control, addressing the inland waterway system, and improving project efficiency" (whitehouse.gov) -- Dotard hasn't mentioned it again, clearly failed miserably at something he never had the intention or even basic competence to do, and pretty much hasn't done shit except golf and cloak his piece-of-shit racism in fake-news patriotism.

(In case you missed it, Dotard MADE A JOKE about Vice President "I'm a Christian first" Pence wanting to LYNCH GAY PEOPLE.)

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Pretty. Bad. Dudes.

This -- THIS! -- is the best childish, inarticulate, desperately vague justification our "modern day presidential" psychopathic failure of a president can cough up on today's flip-flop double-down assertion that peaceful anti-racist protesters are somehow responsible for the murder and destruction premeditatedly wrought by his racist followers who he emboldened and encouraged to slither out from under their fetid piles of shit.

Pretty. Bad. Dudes.

It's Donald Trump at his finest and most statesmanlike, ladies and gentlemen.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Today in Stupid: You don't even know what an I.Q. measures, dipshit

Judging from the comments on these posts, this is the epitome of tone and content that inflames the euphoric passions and defiant allegiances of your desperately subnormal base.

BUT YOU ARE UNFORTUNATELY FOR ALL OF US THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, and your lack of capacity for shame, judgment, maturity, impulse control, intelligence, ability and rudimentary adult behavior has turned our country into an international laughingstock that through what's left of our influence and economy is endangering political, financial and social systems around the world. You have a congress working overtime to strip affordable, vital healthcare from millions of poor sick people simply because it was given to them by a black man. You haven't bothered to fill hundreds of essential governmental positions from your cabinet to our country's global ambassadorships, which became an embarrassing liability when seven of our sailors were recently killed in a ship collision just outside of Japan. Your press secretary has escalated from literally hiding in bushes to escape the press that HE WAS HIRED TO ADDRESS to now banning cameras at the press briefings he manages to bumble through, while your congress has now blocked the press from talking to them in hallways. You keep deflecting the catastrophic failures you precipitate every time you breathe as "I inherited a mess" and you scream FAKE NEWS! like an uncontrollably shitting toddler every time your failures are brought to light. And instead of pulling yourself away from your grueling schedule of completely ignoring your wives and kids to fix any of this to the best of your feeble abilities, you tweet insults and gossip as though doing so were mature, appropriate, relevant, true or apparently in your disease-ravaged mind presidential.

Smart people hate you. Educated people hate you. Aware people hate you. Literate people hate you. Entire international populations hate you. The only people left who love or at best tolerate you are pants-wetting cretins who see their empty, meaningless, ugly, unfathomably stupid lives reflected in you.

It's probably a toss-up

Which delusional child trying to look sexy at a carnival fake-magazine-cover photo booth looks the least desperate for validation that will never come?

Friday, June 16, 2017

And we're back!

When he's not grabbing pussy, blaming everyone for his catastrophic failings or screaming FAKE NEWS! every time he doesn't get his way, Bachelor #2 enjoys concocting meaningless catchphrases and desperately searching for validation everywhere he can find it.