A hard-and-fast rule around Ye Olde Dogge Haus is, “Disregard anything that follows the phrase ‘Trump says. …”
But rules are made to be broken. And while I had been planning a grocery trip, now I wonder whether digging a bunker in the back yard might be a better use of my time.
This fuckin’ guy. A mouth like a yawning hippo and the brains of a flea on the hippo’s arse.
And nary a zookeeper in sight.
A friend and I were chatting this morning and he wondered why we hadn’t been hearing anything lately about the whole “running out of ammo” thing that the press had been pushing not long ago, as the U.S. military pitched top-shelf armaments at bargain-basement threats.
So … what exactly will John Whine be packing for the showdown in this Western he’s produced, directed, and stars in?
A few of the lefty bloggers I read are thinking the Fat Man wants to go all — well, Fat Man, the bigger-and-better 2026 edition — on Iran. And here I sit reminiscing about the Good Old Days, taking cover under my desk at Randolph AFB Elementary.
That was one of those solid Air Force issue deals, not this cheapo Office Depot number I’ve been working at for the past couple decades. I’m not sure it’s up to the task of sparing Your Humble Narrator that difficult job interview down below, at The Lake O’ Fire Apocalypse-Intelligencer.
Notice how His Excremency pitches the “death of a civilization” as though it were just another shitty episode of reality TV: “We will find out tonight, one of the most important moments in the long and complex history of the World.” But first, this message from Mar-a-Lago-Mars!
What I’d like to find out — and what the legacy media is not telling me — is what the other nuclear powers think about this slobbering shit-gibbon swinging his ’shroom around like a Central Avenue tranq addict oscillating between peeing and jacking off.
We know where Congress stands: watching from a safe distance and doing fuck-all, as per usual. Waiting for the midterms, I expect.
Aren’t we all? ’Scuse me, got a hole to dig. …
Mad Blog Media 
Well, send your Senator, no matter what party, a message telling them to make this mad man resign now or be immediately impeached. It might not do any good, but you will feel better for doing it.
PS: Social media is a stage 4 metastatic penis cancer.
Yep, I watched “The Holdovers” again last night. We own it on blu-ray.
Paul Giamatti for president!
Well if he does break out the nukes tonight, he’ll be 100% correct about the death of a civilization and a regime change. The civilization will be the USA and the regime change will start with him.
This fuckin’ guy. I’m surprised he hasn’t gone all Full Belushi on the Iranians. Gotta be his next move. …