His Lardship in the Porcelain Throne.
Well, now we know what Republicans mean when they say they favor small government.
A king.
I guess we can lay off all these other idlers, yeah?
Posts Tagged ‘King Donald the Short-fingered’
We are not amused
October 9, 2019First day of the fall
September 23, 2019
“The State? Yeah, that’s me. What of it?”
Can we please impeach His Execration now? His Louis XIV act grows wearisome.
Whatta drag(on)
May 22, 2019His Lardship in the Porcelain Throne.
And here you thought “Game of Thrones” was over.
Behold The Wall®
January 23, 2019
Something else I can do better than King Donald the Short-fingered:
Get a Wall® built.
What’s all this fuss about a Wall®?
I had a Wall® done yesterday. Easy peasy. Spanish-speakers were involved, though they declined to pay for my border-security project. And it wasn’t a Wall® from scratch, but rather enhancements to an existing Wall®.
But still, as you see, here we are. And nobody had to work for free, take on a second job, or go to a food bank over it.
Fiddling while Rome burns
November 24, 2018
Nero didn’t get it either and cashed out the hard way.
OK, let’s see if I’ve got this right:
“A major scientific report issued by 13 federal agencies on Friday presents the starkest warnings to date of the consequences of climate change for the United States, predicting that if significant steps are not taken to rein in global warming, the damage will knock as much as 10 percent off the size of the American economy by century’s end.”
In response, the courtiers attending His Most Pissant Majesty, King Donald the Short-fingered, Terror of Twitter, are focused like the proverbial laser beam on whether trans folk may serve in the Empire’s armed forces.
Got it. Makes perfect sense. See, if they’re not camping in camo’ down by The Wall*, or using the wrong latrines in Afghanistan, they’ll be available to fight fire and flood elsewhere, p’raps in more fashionable neighborhoods, in order that the gentry may be both protected and entertained.
* Wall not pictured. Or even built.
Law and ordure
June 5, 2018His Lardship on the throne.
Donald the Short-fingered thinks he is the Lizard King (“I can do anything!).
There was a time when “erotic politician” Jim Morrison got in the deep doo-doo for waving his dick around on stage, but that was only rock ’n’ roll, and we liked it. Just part of the act, folks; all in good fun.
This guy actually wants to fuck us. But I don’t see the cops coming anytime soon.
Your Sunday swamp
January 7, 2018
I think the Alien is just about ready to pop out of Steve Bannon’s gut there at lower left. Either that or it’s some sort of handgun-flask combo.
Boy, the swamp, she’s draining now, hey?
So many geniuses. The best geniuses. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting pretty sick of all this winning.
Crack me up
November 2, 2017
Have you noticed that cats rarely require chiropractic adjustment? Me too.
Bang, pow, zoom: To the moon, O’Grady!
OK, so it wasn’t quite that dramatic. But it wasn’t no honeymoon, neither.
What it was: I test-drove a new chiropractor today and after some exertion on his part (and some unseemly screeching on mine) I am feeling a bit more like myself. A barely upright lesser primate, in other words.
In professional parlance, I am “a mess,” which is no surprise to anyone.
But mess though I may be, at least I have not been caught lying to the press and to Congress. Now that’s a mess.
Whether anyone has the spine to treat this ailment, of course, is another matter entirely.
Pampers, stat!
June 1, 2017
At the Wet House, President Arthur Curry vowed to sign the 2032 Paris climate accord, calling the U.S. exit in 2020 “water over the bridge.”
Lakota: “Take courage, the earth is all that lasts.”
King Donald the Short-fingered: “Hold my Coke and watch this.”
Jesus wept. I don’t want every single post on the blog to be about this pig-ignorant son of a bitch, but Lord, does he ever make it difficult to blog about anything else.
Which is probably exactly the way he likes it. “Lookit me,” squeals the giant toddler as he shits in the sandbox again, knowing he’ll be long gone before it starts to stink.
‘An excess of stupidity’
May 12, 2017
As Samuel Johnson once said of Thomas Sheridan, “Such an excess of stupidity, sir, is not in Nature.”
So, by now, even the dumbest, sheet-wearing, Stars-and-Bars, piss-on-the-fire-and-call-in-the-dawgs peckerwood has to know that the cheese has done slid right off King Donald the Short-fingered’s cracker, right?
Even a John Birch bedwetter whose head has been up his ass since Earl Warren fronted for the Supremes can see that the Tangerine Tyrant is long overdue for a stylish canvas blazer with wraparound arms and a corner table at the Rubber Room for himself and all those voices in his head, yeah?
Seriously. Anyone who’s spent any time around Alzheimer’s patients, drug addicts or the criminally insane have seen this behavior before. There is something dreadfully wrong with him, and yet nobody capable of frog-marching him to the screw factory for rethreading has shown any interest in stepping up and performing the necessary laying on of hands.
The hacks running today’s Grand Old Party seem perfectly content to let a lunatic hurl inflammatory and actionable idiocy from the White House like a monkey flinging his own dung in a primate house, as long as he continues to have a pulse and one hand not too busy with masturbation to sign whatever they set before him.
He also makes a lively distraction from their efforts to dismantle the Republic and sell off its parts.
“Mama, what’s ‘health insurance?'”
“Never mind, honey. Just watch the funny orange man.”
Judas Priest. What does a guy gotta do to get impeached around here? Oh, yeah, I remember now.
