The last time I took in one of those shabby little traveling carnivals that prowl the nation’s strip malls and fairgrounds was back in the Nixon years, when Hunter S. Thompson and I were both spending a lot of time, arguably too much of it, completely out of our minds.
Hunter was, of course, a pro, and getting good copy out of his trips, especially that long one spent covering the 1972 presidential campaign for Rolling Stone that turned into “Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ’72.”
Me? I was strictly amateur hour, and as two hits of mescaline sent me reeling around that dime-store Disneyland across from the old Rustic Hills Mall in Bibleburg my only creation was an unbridgeable chasm between me and my horrified ex-girlfriend.
I think she was my ex-girlfriend. If she wasn’t, right at that particular moment, she soon would be.
A half-century later I have absolutely no recollection of what I saw that so enthralled me. But whatever it was, I doubt it could hold a candle to what’s happening at the White House today, Flag Day, in the Year of Our Lard 2026. Especially since I no longer indulge in the various brain erasers of my youth.
If only Hunter were still around to give us the 411 on this shit. We’ll have to settle for what he wrote way back when.
This may be the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it — that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms at all about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable. … Jesus! Where will it end? How low do you have to stoop in this country to be president?
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Somewhere up in the clouds, there’s a card table and the chips are flying. Seated in the round are HL Mencken, Samuel Clemens, Molly Ivins, George Carlin, and the good doctor. And every time an angel comes within ear shot, they say in unison, Lord, why did you take me before I had a chance to deal with TFG??
This guy just reached a new record low.
But, have hope, severe thunderstorm watch in effect inside the beltway. Maybe that jesus pic didn’t go over very well. Maybe Thor will be told to give him some holes in his soles.
Thor missed his chance. The country probably did too. Bet they made a lot of money on the “human cockfighting.”
I’m sure the companies that the buffoon-in-chief and his family members strategically invested in all made out quite well. Wasn’t that the point? To produce enough smoke with the aid of flashy mirrors to convince a captive audience that they are better off with less.
Peter Thiel is a bonafide lunatic. But pretty much the rest of Team Trump are barenaked grifters. Lawn Mulch is pretty much only in it to get kicks manipulating stock prices.
TFG was barely getting by before the Apprentice came aknocking, and he pissed away his first term. Fool me twice, won’t get fooled again, teenage wasteland, mom is alright, dad is alright, they just seem a little bit weird.
There was an Onion way back when in the Before Times about the Pope dealing with a bit of dementia, and he wandered around blessing everything, forcing his staff to grab everything and catalog it. That’s TFG with his gold Krylon spray paint. If it sits still for two minutes, he’ll spray it down and have someone bag it and tag for sale to mentally novacained masses.
The trump/ufc gold coin is a over the top con. It’s almost as bad as the crypto meme coins these grifters sell. The gold coin is 1/10 ounce of gold worth $430. The coin costs $11,999.99. Twelve thousand for $430 worth of gold. How stupid do you have to be to buy one of those?
I would have liked to see a cage fight between Donnie (Mr Jiggle Tits) tRump and either of the Obamas. There would be nothing left of the FF but bits of toupee and some teeth.
The Obama’s are too classy for that. How about orange jesus and qtip? You know, dumpster and pence. We could have mother as the ring girl. She might decide to give dumpster a shot or two as well.
Ha! Love to see Pence in wrestling togs put a flying scissor hold on Donnie. The Hunter quote is so spot on it’s uncanny. Although I have to say that used car salespeople are far more trustworthy and have more scruples that Rethuglicans have proven the past 12 years.
Pence comes flying off the turnbuckle … Katie bar the door!