Scum

Suspending my FTFNYT boycott for five minutes, only to say that I literally cringe to think about the many awful things that could happen to these plague profiteers, and it would only amuse me. If his house burned down tomorrow with his "investment" and all his worldly possessions in it, and it turned out he had no fire insurance or family to fall back on, I'd actually laugh out loud. I don't know what the hell happens to people that they turn out like that, where every crisis is an opportunity to screw over your neighbors.

I didn't used to be this way, wishing real misery on idiots, but then we didn't used to be this way, at least not so easily and publicly. The panic-buying of toilet paper is beyond stupid, but there has been a concomitant rash of stories like this across the country, these little weasels hitting all the Costcos and Dollar Trees in their area, buying up all the cleaning supplies, and sticking them in the garage, in order to jack up the price several hundred percent for their neighbors.

However, to be (a bit) fair to Matt Colvin and his ilk, how is what they are doing any different that what the various collusive legs of the health care stool do? Every facet of that filthy industry -- HMOs, insurance companies, pharmaceutical corporations -- all engage in the very same type of "disaster arbitrage" Colvin is trying to pull. You think those COVID-19 tests are going to be free? You think treatment is going to be fully covered, even if you have insurance? Really?

Don't get me wrong, these jerkoffs are messing with the well-being of their communities, trying to turn a quick buck off of other people's panic and pain. They've earned your scorn, and it would serve them right if all they get out of it is a lifetime supply of Clorox wipes and Charmin. Just keep in mind that they're pikers and amateurs compared to the companies that profit mightily every single day from extorting money out of a captive market, all so their CEOs can rake in twenty million a year or so. As bad as Matt Colvin is, the people who gouge $500/month for insulin or $600 for a pair of Epipens that cost one-tenth of that to produce are a thousand times worse.

Or the people in the federal government whose job it is to protect the population from a pandemic, absolving themselves from responsibility and fawning over Dear Leader's stellar planning and astute stewardship, this heedless clown who literally claimed the disease was just a hoax right up to two weeks ago.

You think I'm indifferent to the fate of these Amazon arbitrage weasels, don't get me started on the health care execs and Trump's bootlickers. If every single one of them suffered and dropped dead from the bug it would seem like a fair exchange. Their conduct has been at best a complete dereliction of duty, their silence nothing more than complicity with a scheming, chiseling lunatic who would nuke Omaha tomorrow if he thought there was a few bucks or a few poll approval points in it for him.

Maybe it's time we all take stock of ourselves, and each other, and decide what kind of society we really want to be. Because if this is what we've fallen to, these chumps who are so out of options that they think that hustling a garage or pickup bed full of household goods at inflated prices is going to change their lives for the better, we're in deeper trouble than we think.

The Girl With All the Gifts

Nothing like a couple of scathing profiles of Princess Snowflake to make the weekend just a little more enjoyable. Whatever the outcome of Daddy Dearest's malignant reign of error, Princess will emerge with a chip on her shoulder, feeling wronged on all sides, that she has earned every privilege she's ever had, that we thankless peons should have just shut the fuck up and appreciated our brioche.

No matter. She can say what she wants, but she knows what she is. Your father is a fucking ghoul, lady, with his thumbs-up and his shit-eating grin, supposedly consoling survivors of a massacre, holding an infant like a trophy. This is your birthright, it is literally your job to enable this, and then pretend to be the voice of moderation. This is your empire of dirt.

Let her live with that knowledge, and so much more. She can fool the cult members with her phone-sex voice and her anime-sculpted features, because they want to be fooled -- hell, they need it. But in the dead of night, when the dreams come to visit, they remind her of who she really is, who her brothers and parents really are.

These are indecent people; even when they're not actively harming others, every thought and word and action is nothing more than a transaction for them. They are brand-bots, Kardashians with political power that they have no business having.

She and her vile family will never be held accountable for what they've done or what they are, so we might as well enjoy the print smackdowns when they're good.

Мудак

Look, if McConnell isn't actually a Russian asset, he might as well be, since he's taking their money and doing their bidding anyway. It's something to ponder, that it took fewer than a quarter-million Kentuckians to completely fuck this country over, well before Trump came along. Good job, folks.

Gaslight Freeze Peach

You may have heard that last week was the seventy-fifth anniversary of D-Day. It is no small irony that this occasion of epic sacrifice committed by brave men in the pursuit of defeating fascism should be commemorated by a phony-tough coward who has never sacrificed anything besides other people's money. True to (lack of) character, Trump spent most of his time shit-posting and yammering about domestic politics in a foreign country, which used to be a thing you shouldn't do.

To add insult to injury, because that is her only marketable skill, Laura Ingraham made her own heroic effort to convince, in true Orwellian fashion, that what they saw with their eyes and heard with their ears, from their golden idol no less, was in fact not true. Sound confusing? It really isn't.

You see, Ingraham was in Paris for D-Day, as she had an "interview" with the failure-in-thief, who then held up the start of the commemoration for fifteen minutes or so while Ingraham fellated him to completion (which, as we have stated many times before, is simply an audible puff of cheeto dust). Trump even acknowledged in the interview that he was happy to delay the ceremony because he likes Ingraham (because, again, no man turns down a good blowjob -- or even a bad one, really).

So on that night's broadcast, by which time it had gotten out that the ceremony had been delayed for this bullshit, Ingraham made a point of insisting -- right after the interview had aired, with Trump declaring otherwise -- that the interview had not delayed the ceremony, that that was just another perfidious lie thrown mercilessly against this good christian man.

To which the entire nation shrugged at both sides of the argument and collectively muttered whatever. Because that's all we do anymore.

I have been suggesting quite a lot these past months that the best thing we can all do, besides venting impotently on the internets and vowing to trudge to the polls next year and hope the machines have power cords, is boycott these fuckers. So I decided to take note of all the commercials that aired during that evening's episode of Ingraham's show (which, trust me, is an entirely different thing than watching the show), and make a list (grouped chronologically by intermission break):

Fisher Investments
Spin the Wheel (upcoming Fox game show, produced by Justin Timberlake and hosted by Dax Shepard)
Joint Flex (arthritis pain relief crème/gel)
Queen Sugar (new show on Oprah Winfrey Network)
South Beach Diet
Fox and Friends Concert Series (sponsored by Sandals)
Talcum Cancer Legal Helpline (same ambulance chasers that run those ads about class-action suits for mesothelioma and hernia mesh problems and such)

USAA Insurance
Ripley's Believe It Or Not (new show on Travel Channel, hosted by Bruce Campbell)
Zantac (antacid)
My Pillow
Stairlift

Fox MLB All-Star Game
LifeLock/Norton
Dupixent (injectable dermatitis/eczema medication)

Salonpas (pain relief patch)
*Ripley's
*South Beach Diet
Fox News Channel/Bret Baier
Saatva (another one of those mattress companies, like you can't just go to a fucking mattress store in any town)
Monsanto Roundup Legal Hotline
AT&T

Fox Sports 1/US Open Golf
*Joint Flex
My Pillow Mattress Topper
Liberator Catheter
Fox Nation

(* denotes repeat ad)

I mean, go ahead and sharpen your wallets, folks, but what really jumps out of that list is how few name companies there are in that list, and how much of it is in-house cross-promotion, which means the network is helping shoulder the burden of subsidizing this fucking dingbat. It's a collection of the usual late-night infomercial crap one would expect. Might as well have had a Chia Pet or Nugenix ad.

The only real surprise was the South Beach Diet ad running twice. I don't think Laura's audience of angry, arthritic codgers have any intention of liquid-dieting themselves to fitness. They are already leaning into their eventual fates, wondering only which Lucky Strike or western bacon cheeseburger will be the one that finally keels them over, to the joy of their exhausted, demoralized children and grandchildren.

Still, it would be great if what few legit advertisers there are could be collectively discouraged from sponsoring what can only be objectively said to be the ongoing gaslighting of this nation of gullible dupes. Again, Ingraham ran the clip of Trump bragging that he held up the ceremony for her -- even though the ceremony was actually delayed because Emmanuel Macron was running late -- before Ingraham herself came on to insist that Trump had not held up the ceremony. Okay, then why did he volunteer that he did, and did so deliberately?

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There has been in recent months a surge in "free speech" opinion-mongering, the idea that if, say, some YouTube dipshit gets "demonetized" -- not deplatformed or suspended but simply loses his ad income for "his" page on the YouTube platform owned by Google -- that there's some sort of "chilling effect" to be concerned with.

I believe I covered this topic pretty thoroughly several months ago, and I wouldn't change a word. On the one hand, I don't know if it was necessary to suspend Steven Crowder's ad income, apparently for using the phrase "lispy queer" to taunt a gay journalist. But for one, Crowder has also apparently encouraged his audience to harass the journalist, and for another, Google has no obligation to continue paying Crowder to be an obnoxious asshole.

I really don't get what's so hard to understand about this. This blog you're reading, right here, right now, is owned and operated by Google. If they decide that some of my content is objectionable -- and let's face it, over the course of fifteen years, I've certainly posted plenty of material that a wide variety of people would find objectionable -- they have the right to suspend or kill the blog. I wouldn't be happy about it, and I'd at least appreciate a week's heads-up so I could set up a private site and migrate the content over, but the bottom line is that they own it.

Now, if I sold ad space on here (which I did briefly several years ago), it would be even more problematic. When you get into ad agreements with a platform, you're essentially endorsing a blanket agreement that the platform has with the companies that advertise on the platform. In other words, YouTube and Google have a responsibility to any advertisers that might get steered to Steven Crowder's YouTube page, that their products aren't going to be used to promote someone who might indulge in speech that would alienate large swaths of customers.

This has never been about free speech. It has always been about money.

From what little I have encountered of Crowder's material, it seems not so much like the ravings of a hate-addled madman, more like the usual bumptious nonsense of a garden-variety internet provocateur. He sets up card tables with a "contentious" phrase, challenging passersby to change his mind, as it were.

Here's his latest "challenge":

Jesus. Has he never watched a clip of one of Hitler's speeches, or Triumph of the Will or Birth of a Nation, David Duke, George Wallace? Of course, that's not the point of Crowder's gaslighting; the point is to muddy the waters by insisting that no one ever got hurt by someone shouting faggot or wetback or whatever. Which is an easy thing to say when you're an ofay white asshole who's too young to remember when those words where the last thing some people hurt before an attacker's fist or foot met their face.

So Crowder's really just an idiot, and perhaps Google is getting a bit gun-shy around this issue -- but again, it's their platform and they can do as they see fit, and they have an additional, probably legal, obligation to the companies who advertise to protect those companies' investments, and not stick them on a channel that might get boycotted because the proprietor is nitwit.

What's stopping Steven Crowder from starting his own website, taking his million viewers or whatever over there, posting his vlog and selling ad space to whoever he wants, saying whatever he wants? What's to stop Milo Yiannopoulos or Alex Jones or any of these other weepy snowflakes from going forth and doing likewise? Hell, what's to stop them from banding together, pitching to Robert Mercer or Steve Bannon or one the Koch Brothers' useless failsons, and starting a "conservative" YouTube or Twitter?

It's interesting how these idiots -- who to a person will be only too happy to lecture you about makers and takers, and how those people think they can sneak in here and get a free ride on someone else's dime -- seem to actively avoid the thing they so vociferously insist on for everyone else -- getting a real fucking job.

Ex Type Thing

It normally wouldn't be worth the time to read, much less repost, gossip-column bullshit from the third ex-wife of that vile fuckhead Ghouliani. It's hard to imagine what sort of person could possibly give a shit what such a person has to say about much of anything; listening to someone who took up with a married man with a long history of cheating has no right to whine about him when he inevitably steps out on her. You knew what you were getting into, honey.

What is interesting is that she strongly implies that Rudy's a fall-down, starting-to-pickle-his-aging-brain alky. Which would explain his summer of embarrassment, trying lamely over and over to get his story straight, never quite getting it right no matter how many tries the Fixed Noise flying monkeys give him.

And it also fits perfectly with the larger, greater pattern for the fucktards currently lawn-darting the country and sucking its blood -- not just blatant cronyism, but inept cronyism:  the dingbat daughter and failson-in-law; the two failsons-by-blood; the cabinet full of dipshits and dweebs and money-grubbing slime. The rest of Clownstick's lawyers come off just as stupid and venal as the "man" himself, so Count Drunkula fits right in with the rest of the lot. It's dipshits all the way down.

The end of the article is the cherry on the cake:

Estimates peg Rudy’s net worth at around $45 million, and to their infinite chagrin, his enablers cannot enable him now. The president’s lawyer doesn’t have a prenup.

Perfect. I hope she takes him to the cleaners, and then makes a large donation to Kirsten Gillibrand's and/or Elizabeth Warren's 2020 presidential run.

A Feature, Not a Bug

Since the day this downtrodden nation of ours was inflicted with the venomous scowl and unearned sense of self-regard that makes up the entirety of Omarosa Manigault, it has been useful to point to her as a prime example that women can be assholes too. I am not kidding in the slightest when I say that I sincerely hope that her two-ply tell-all sells three copies. Who knows, she might actually have to go out and ply an honest trade.

She's just fucking awful, I guess is what I'm trying to say, and I can't imagine who in the world could possibly be edified by her "revelation" about Agent Orange, a man that Manigault has worked for or vicariously tried to work for multiple times on a lame-ass fake-tycoon teevee show. She knew exactly what she was getting into when she took that bullshit White House job, and copped an attitude when she took it, talking about how everyone would have to kneel before Zod and such. Seriously, fuck her.

Does anyone out there, regardless of political persuasion, believe that the verified existence of a tape of Clownstick uttering the n-word and c-word over and over again would change anything? Hell, you could play a video of it on the nightly news of him openly ranting that shit, and his cult would double down. That's how they talk and think about those subjects.

Forget the dog-whistle, he bullhorns that shit all the time, and has for decades. He got his start in the 1970's having to pay fines to the Nixon Administration for housing discrimination. He took out full page ads calling for the summary execution of the Central Park Five, and continues to insist upon their collective guilt, years after they were all exonerated.

Even his more recent kerfuffles with blacks, betray a certain mindset. He's repeatedly referred to Maxine Waters as "low IQ," and recently disparaged both Don Lemon and Lebron James, specifically in their intellectual capacities. You think a video of him laughing about "dumb niggers" would change anything? Hell, it would only reinforce what he's been saying forever.

This is why people -- black, white, or otherwise -- shouldn't be falling for the overtures any black celebrity pays to this piece of shit. Kanye West was a fucking asshole when he heckled Taylor Swift, and he's still a fucking asshole, and delusional to boot. (And his music has always been shit as well; all the critics who've sucked his dick over the years need to clean their ears out -- he's never been anything but a no-talent hack.) Omarosa would have taken their money as long as she could have, n-word or no. All those black ministers who show up to the fealty photo-ops are hucksters, selling fifty-dollar vials of oil and prayer towels to suckers, so they can buy a better Gulfstream and buttfuck more teenage boys.

For years I've observed exactly which "black friends" Clownstick has cultivated for public display, and they've always been the worst of the worst: Don King; OJ Simpson; Mike Tyson; Ray Lewis; Dennis Rodman; and of course, Kanye and Omarosa. Go ask Chuck D what he thinks of those assholes. It's a modern form of minstrelsy, and they should all be ashamed of themselves for letting him use them as props.

It's not exactly untrue that the Democrats have taken their black voting base for granted, but that is orthogonal to the fact that the Republicans routinely trot out trophy blacks to lamely try to conceal their rapacious policies that overwhelmingly affect poor black people. I don't have to drink Flint's poisonous tap water; my kid doesn't attend Baltimore's run-down schools.

So people such as those jive-turkey bloggeristas Diamond & Silk oughta be reminded frequently of exactly what they're really supporting, and that goes equally for shameless opportunists like Omarosa Manigault, and insufferable shitheads like Kanye West.

The Differences

Any nation that takes seriously its government's role as being truly representative of a majority of its inhabitants should keep some important differences in mind:

• Between nationalism and patriotism.
• Between cunning and intelligence.
• Between cruelty and strength.
• Between "America First" and "America Alone".

The premise and promise and principle of self-governance is -- get this -- that citizens are supposed to be high-functioning enough to, you know, govern themselves, to vet for qualified candidates to elect to represent the needs of the people. Silly, right?

Built into all that is the responsibility to pay attention constantly, and be engaged as much and as often as possible. It's not just about sitting through an endless stream of attack ads, and landing on the last ad you saw, or the candidate with the best hair or smile or stage patter, and then trudging off to the voting booth to flip a coin.

One of the greatest of the Founding Fathers, Benjamin Franklin, who like Alexander Hamilton did as much as anyone to build the foundation of the country without ever attaining high office, famously said that we had a republic, if we could keep it. Bear in mind that right now, six Republican senators are celebrating the birth of their county by sucking up to Putin in Russia. Bear that in mind and act accordingly.

Happy Independence Day to my fella 'murkins. May this be the last one we have with the current fucktards in charge.

Orange Is the New Asshole

Maybe it's just me, but I won't be at all surprised when it turns out that "Sheriff" Clarke has a snuff porn collection, or a basement full of buttfucked hitchhikers, or he runs a human trafficking ring. There's just something off about the guy, and it's not just the eighty-seven pieces of flair he festoons himself with, in order to virtue signal to the snowflake magats out there. He's not afraid to make the tough decisions, like letting prisoners die of thirst! You sensitive librul pussies will just never understand!

No, it's the sheer glee with which Clarke approaches his institutionally-backed sadism. Someone shakes his head at him reproachfully on an airplane, Clarke is happy to abuse his power and have the guy taken in and pushed around on landing. Dan Black should probably consider himself lucky Clarke didn't have him body-cavity-searched and put on a terror watch/no-fly list. That's really how petty a human being Clarke is. If he has any sons, I can guarantee you that they hate him, and are just waiting patiently for him to be sucked into a jet engine.

Like the fake billionaire Clarke rhetorically fellates every chance he gets, Clarke is a bully at heart, a thug, a creepy asshole, a scumbag who projects all of his sins and hypocrisies onto people who don't have access to the same levels of brute power. He's exactly the kind of person who should never have been allowed to be in law enforcement in the first place, but too often are welcomed into the system with open arms, to do damage until they finally bust up the wrong person.

They're supposed to have psych batteries these days to keep pigfuckers like Clarke away from dangerous toys, but as we see periodically, the dipshits and assholes manage to sneak in from time to time. It's all about what we're able to do about them, and holding them accountable for their actions.

Perhaps most tragically, if you read the letter that was sent to Clarke, it is entirely untrue that "no evidence" was found to support Dan Black's claim. So either Clarke can't read, or like his role model, he is entirely comfortable with LYING.

And despite Clarke's plaintive whining about the eeeevil librul media "bullying" him with their fake news and such, of course it is Clarke himself who has exhibited a longstanding pattern of bullying and extreme sensitivity. Again, all Black did was confirm that Clarke was who Black thought he was, shake his head quietly, say "no" when Clarke asked him if he had a problem, and then moved on. It was Clarke who chose to escalate a simple five-second encounter, because like all bullies, he's a pussy who can't stand it that many people think he's a fucking asshole.

Yet instead of changing his behavior just a touch, Clarke chose to affirm that perception (again, exactly like his idol). Life is all about choices, and Clarke's choice was to abuse his office to push a taxpayer around, just to show he could. Any time someone with that sort of personality disorder is given a position of responsibility, it is practically a guarantee that sooner or later, someone will get hurt.

Are we starting to see a pattern here, a trend? Like I keep saying, assholes keep misbehaving because everyone else decides it's just not worth it to confront them. That might get you out of a particular situation unscathed, but I promise you, for individuals with this flavor of low-level sociopathy, it only encourages them to continue such behavior. After all, why wouldn't they? There is literally no reason not to.

Let's make a collective resolution for the coming year to not let assholes get away with their bullshit anymore. It's what got us into this mess in the first place. Shut them down, all of them, by whatever means are available.

Surplus Population

Humans ruin everything. Pray for the meteor.

Tyrannosaurus Sex

The tale of notorious douchebag Harvey Weinstein is a sordid but all-too-familiar one. Weinstein has been infamous for decades for his volatile temper, screaming at and physically threatening anyone who dares to publish anything he's not happy with. It's sort of ironic that what brings him down is his disgusting behavior with women.

I mean, seriously. You're one of the most successful movie producers in Hollywood -- you should have women throwing themselves at you, successful women and starlet wannabes. There should never be an instance where you have to coerce or use leverage to get sex, and frankly, a few of Weinstein's deeds sound like flat-out rape.

Maybe if Weinstein had played his cards right, he could have been elected to high office. I keed, I keed. But really, what is the qualitative difference between Weinstein and Clownstick, or Bill O'Reilly, Bill Cosby, Roger Ailes? The last two would be the worst of that particular group, but the salient fact is that none of them will ever face any real repercussions for their behavior. The careers of Weinstein and Cosby are over now, and Weinstein is now facing what will likely be an expensive divorce, but that's about it.

But you can bet the story gives the Clownstick administration a serious orange old-man chub. For one, it serves as a distraction from the daily failures. Puerto Rico seems to have dropped off the mediot radar. Much easier for the chat shows to just sit and talk to each other about how awful Weinstein is (which, don't get me wrong, is 100% true, but it's been true for a very long time) than to send reporters to PR and get a look for themselves, talk to some residents, write an actual news story.

This lets one side, who elected a dirty old man who has bragged multiple times about accosting women and barging into dressing rooms, play some weird "hypocrisy" card, as if it wasn't the failing New York Times that broke the Weinstein story. And it lets the other side virtue-signal that they're willing to excoriate one of "their own" for such behavior, as if the example would resonate one millimeter beyond their own ideological borders.

Conservatives only care about sexual misbehavior when it's Harvey Weinstein or Anthony Weiner. When it's one of their own, they vacillate between didn't happen and fuck you. Liberals are consistent about punishing their own transgressors, but then seem surprised to find that it doesn't really change anything. This isn't about sex, it's about power, more specifically about powerful people using and abusing powerless people, which is a constant of the human condition.

Pretty sure it was in a Playboy 20 Questions interview in the early '90s, where Joe Pesci said, "Show business turns men into fags and women into whores." However that phrasing may put some people off, he's not wrong. One of the sicknesses of our culture is how badly some people allow themselves to be conditioned to seeking fame for its own sake. The promise of fame -- or even just being in close proximity to it -- gets some people to do things they ordinarily wouldn't.

Even a heaving fat sweaty tub of shit like Harvey Weinstein could get laid. This wasn't about getting laid. This was about a tubby schlemiel who never got a decent piece of ass until he was a wealthy Hollywood weasel trying to seduce Ashley Judd or Asia Argento or someone people had actually heard of. I produced her goddamned movie and got her an Oscar, the least Gwyneth Paltrow can do is give me a fucking handjob! That sort of thing.

And like Pesci, Weinstein wouldn't be entirely wrong in that assumption. It's one of the oldest what would you do for.... questions around. If giving a fat guy a handjob would make you a rich movie star and get you an Academy Award, would you do it? Probably most average people would say no, but a much higher percentage of people in the entertainment industry would say break out that dick. And that's the world guys like Weinstein and the rest of them live in.

Don't get me wrong; I find Gwyneth Paltrow to be insufferable, but I do not think she gave Harvey Weinstein a handjob, although I really don't care if she did. It's just an example to illustrate where the brains of people who function at Weinstein's level can easily be, if they have that kind of personality and temperament.

Despite the usual "casting couch" clichés that abound, I suspect that is the exception these days, rather than the rule it probably was back in the day. These are corporations with HR departments and risk-management protocols, and that sort of shit is bad for business. But if you put a dysfunctional person in that sort of position, of course he's going to exploit the opportunity and go after all the ass he can get. Dysfunction+Power=Bad Shit Happening. Who knew?

But again, the fact that a good chunk of the 'murkin media have gone off after this particular squirrel, while 3 million Americans continue to suffer without food or electricity or gasoline, and the turd stinking up the Oval Office continues to rage-tweet the voices in his head, speaks volumes.

The Devil In Miss Jones

If our ongoing cold civil war ever goes hot, be sure to send Alex Jones a thank you card. Not that it will matter, since he'll have gotten his fondest wish.

One Weird Trick

Forget six reasons why the "reset" won't work, they all boil down to one reason, based on two factors:  Princess Snowflake is a moron and an asshole, and unlike in the private sector, you simply cannot get away for too long with being both to such extreme degrees.

Sure, it would "make sense" to "pivot" his "strategy" and "work with" Democrats, but by definition none of those terms can be comprehended by a narcissistic halfwit whose only desire is to have his ego stroked. Obviously, there's no strategy to pivot.

It's hilarious to watch all these "leaks" emanating from the White House, and Snowflake whinging that they must be fake. This is what always gets me with these "loyalty" assholes -- the word only goes in one direction for them. They verbally abuse and shit on their subordinates, but expect those same subordinates to take a bullet for the glory of serving an egocentric dickhead. As such, the minions deserve every bit of maltreatment they receive, as long as they are willing to put up with it.

In the meantime, it is only getting more and more entertaining watching this leaky craft taking on sewage, starting to sink under the weight of its own shit. This is a thoroughly dishonorable person without any value whatsoever; only people cut from a similar nasty cloth would continue to serve under such a creature. The sooner they realize this, the better off their souls can once again draw a relatively clean breath. Till then, they are simply enabling a skeevy traitor in the ongoing effort to sell out his own country for a few rubles.

Fly the Friendly Skies

I haven't flown in years, since before 9/11 in fact, and since I can't afford to go anywhere cool, it's entirely possible I'll never fly again, and even if I could afford to, I'd avoid it as much as possible. The United incident only underscores why, and while it might be fun (and perhaps even accurate) to pick on United and threaten a boycott, they are clearly a symptom of a much larger problem.

Between the lines, the delays, the invasive searches, abusive personnel, and ridiculous security theater rituals, being overcharged for food and drink at a shit airport restaurant while you wait for your flight well past schedule, only to get on the plane and wait some more on the tarmac (no doubt with a screeching infant right next to you). Yeah, that all totally sounds worth it for a few days in Hawaii. Where the fuck do I sign up?

Frankly I'm surprised, after reading countless horror stories over the past fifteen years, that people are willing to put up with this pointless exercise in abuse, and that's really all it is. You're treated like absolute shit, like a farm animal, like a terrorist, from the time you enter the airport to the time you arrive at your destination. This has been going on for years, and it's not getting any better. And it won't until enough people say, "You know what? Fuck you. I don't need to go to Cancun that badly."

Something for Nothing

Say this for Tweety McFuckstick, or whatever we're calling him today -- he knows how to find women who are just as soulless and grifty as he is. If Marla Maples' "child support" is finally ending, and she's accustomed feels entitled to a certain lifestyle, then maybe she oughta follow the conservatard dogma and fucking well earn it. Maybe it's time to dust off the ol' kneepads and find another wealthy pole to smoke.

I fucking despise people like this, who have never done an honest day's work in their lives, yet insist that everybody owes them something. Even people who have to work hard for every cent they have are expected to kowtow to this woman's desires. Comparing a free hairdo to an actress wearing a designer gown is not even apples-to-oranges. If Jennifer Lawrence wears a Vera Wang (giggity) gown to an award show, it's because Jennifer Lawrence actually does something, where Marla Maples was simply the bridge wife between Hair Fuhrer's two Iron Curtain mail-order brides.

She's a nobody, a person whose name is barely recognizable because of whom she was married to. Other than that, what does she do, what has she done in the twenty years since leaving the tower? She spent a brief time last summer dangling the false promise of having blockbuster revelations up her sleeve, until either she or the press monkeys checked with her lawyers and realized that her continued ability to live on Clownstick's dime was entirely contingent upon the NDA everyone signs when they do any business with him.

The balls on these fucking people. She clearly made the most of her time at Mister Man's knee.

 

The New Political Correctness

Pro-tip for all you academic types out there thinking of making a half-assed joke about whitey: if you include an image of Pepe the Frog or Hitlery in a gas chamber with Clownstick throwing the lever, it'll go over with the Breitbart rage hamsters that much better, or at least confound them while they wait for the dickless scrivener's e-pellet to hit their Skinner box. In the meantime, you can probably count the hours before another public servant in Pig Fuck, West Virginny cracks wise in an email about the simian and or male features of the First Lady. Or better yet, have an armed, explicitly anti-joooo neo-Nazi march in Whitefish, Montana. But yeah, Professor Fuckface's dumb tweet is the problem here. Right.

I hate to poach the slogan of a perfectly respectable strip-mall steakhouse chain, but when it comes to figuring out the operating principles of these whiny freaks, No Rules, Just Right fits about as well as anything else. Theirs is the logic of a four-year-old in sore need of a juice box and a nap. There is no logic or consistency to anything they do or say, they are simply addicted to the rage pellet that legitimizes to them the voices in their heads.

This is in direct alignment with the backlash against "safe spaces" and campus activism that underwrote a great deal of their assumptions and misinformation during the campaign. As Erik Loomis at LGM has posted, they're building a watch-list of professors, checking it twice and all that. We'll see if Drexel has the balls to stand up for their professor or not. I'm thinking they will, but this is the beta phase of testing this tactic; the Breitbart animals, like good marketers, will continue refining and recalibrating, honing their tactics for things like this, looking for episodes of #doubleplusunMAGA behavior to beat the mow-rons over thhir pointy heads with, while the Dummycrats keep re-litigating the election and whinging about Russians infesting their emails.

Over the Edge

Not sure what the hell's going on over at Robb's jernt these days, but the commentary's off-base, and half of the commenters seem to have truckled over from whatever shithead white-power joo-baiting  site serves their insane purposes these days. You have to read it to believe it; these are the sorts of rubes who spout racial slurs at the workplace, whether in anger or in "jokes," and then seriously wonder why no one will hire them after they're summarily fired.

Anyhoo, Robb's contention is that the nascent (and ill-fated, let's face it) Electoral College upset tomorrow would signify the transmogrification of our Jebus' Favrit Nayshun into a banana republic.

Say the Magic Words

The right-wing obsession with politicians -- particularly, of course, Democratic politicians, who are always and forever having to prove their loyalty to this country, never to any avail -- using the phrase "radical Islam" to describe incidents of domestic terrorism, is nothing short of pathological. It is the lapel flag pin of this decade. They are as pathetic as Stallone saying "cup my balls, say my name" to an extra giving him a blowjob in his trailer. (Best hot mike incident ever? Yes. Best. Ever.)

Any attempt to tease out the practical ramifications of the obsession with this magic phrase is almost certainly wasted motion, yet reveals much about the people who insist on it. Obama, of course, has wisely resisted their imprecations, for the same reason that we don't (officially, at least) negotiate with terrorists. (HFC, on the other hand, had no problem with rightly throwing the phrase right back in their faces.) You delegitimize yourself when you give idiots equal standing, or validate their moronic arguments.

Feel-Good Hit of the Summer

On the one hand, freedom of speech and all; on the other hand, fuck this guy.

Bored of the Rings

Alien-in-a-human-suit and Canadian native Rafael Edward Cruz Junior certainly comes across as the sort of physically inept doofus who, if you threw him a basketball, would probably try to dribble it with both hands simultaneously and granny-shot his free throws over the backboard. So it's no surprise that he would blunder his cynical attempt to capitalize on Indiana's moronic fixation on the sport by referring to the goal as a ring rather than a hoop. Highlarryous, as they say in the 'hood.

But is it really any more stoopid or laughable than Dumb Old Chump using doddering rageaholic Bobby Knight as some sort of validation of his, Drumpf's, own laughable sayings and obsessions? Beyond all the half-truths, untruths, and flat-out lies, the unifying theme of Drumpf's campaign has been that Preznit Chocolate Thunder has turned our fair land into a smoldering apocalyptic hellhole.

The Harder They Fall

Are the rubes finally waking up to this skeevy, soulless con man, is it possible? Certainly Cruz is no better, and is in fact worse in some ways, as he is a true ideologue. But Drumpf is proving himself by the day at this point to be comically -- no, criminally -- inept, ignorant of basic foreign or domestic policies, incapable even of selecting qualified people to advise him on such matters and competently run his campaign. He has creeps working for him, sexual and intellectual perverts like Paul Manafort and Roger Stone. Jeff Wells knew what that was all about.

And why should anyone expect anything different from a man who kept a collection of Hitler's speeches in his nightstand, who learned at the feet of one of the most vile human beings to infest New York politics in the last century? It's no mystery what Drumpf saw in a scumbag like Cohn:  ruthlessness, belligerence, seething contempt of everyone and everything else, in a futile attempt to project manifest insecurities.