A week without MAGA Trumpism (it's insane, Bruh)
I leave for a week and realize why we can't have nice things!
I did it! I finally made good on my promise to take an entire week off, and man—to my dismay, I completely realized how much I focused on Trumpian foibles in the previous months! The first few days of my mental vacation, I would sit at my desk with a small snack and a cup of java and click open my substack by sheer force of habit before catching myself.
When I heard about some crap Trump had done peripherally, my eye would twitch as article titles floated around in my mind. My hand became possessed and tried to beat my ass like in that scene from The Evil Dead, and I had to wrestle it down to stop it from typing out my anger and disgust.
Well—maybe not that bad—but close.
Time to walk away and regroup
A few well-meaning friends didn’t make it easy for me, as they would send me emails with breathless “Guess what Trump did today!” news that made me want to jump back in the fray.
Eventually, I started to wonder—is that me? Is that what I do? Not that it’s a bad thing per se, but I really don’t want to become a 24/7 Trump outrage dump.
It was the self-pimp-slap wake-up call I needed to get my head out of the game for a moment, look around at what was happening in my life, and just “be.”
For instance, my daughter’s friends were in a school play called “Failure: A Love Story.” A fun for the entire fam experience and as darkly fabulous as the title entails—no spoilers!
The next day would see an escape to a local art store, where my daughter would buy supplies to make a clay doll. She proudly showed said doll making skills off, only to be embarrassed by Mommy hovering intermittently.
I also enjoyed local Mexican fare and classic rock tunes from a pretty amazing musician. The dude was a literal one-man band—even had a harmonica hanging around his neck that he played!
Would have recorded more, but I didn’t want to make him nervous.
On a Sad Note
I lost a dear friend this past week. He’d always been such a cheerleader for my artwork and was an absolute doll to his wife of 50-plus years, whom he adored. Odd thing was, before his death, I dreamed of being directed to a dark and shady underground parking lot where I was accompanied by someone hidden in shadows.
I could not see my companion’s face but felt at ease with them.
Suddenly, we were set upon by an armed, masked thug who asked us a Riddler-style question. The intent was clear: get it wrong, and you were dead.
My friend answered first and was shot for answering incorrectly.
I was asked the same question. When I chose the other option, the person screeched, “WRONG!” I suppose the answer was that there was no answer.
The thug was about to kill me when, out of nowhere, this Being, or Entity, or humanoid-like person, rescued me…
and theeeen….
For some reason, I fell to the ground, paralyzed.
The Being looked at me and my bloodied, fallen companion curiously and said, “He is not quite dead yet—you are not dead either—but I will take you both.”
Said Being brought us to a house-like mausoleum, where he and I had a long discussion. During this discussion, I recall the human-like manifestation saying, “You have all these questions—reality is, the cogs of chaos run life’s mechanism…”
Since I am all un-normal, I immediately wrote the dream down when I woke up, thinking the term “Cogs of Chaos” would make an excellent name for a band or a book or something.
Then I learned Wayne died—shouldn’t feel related but it does. May he rest in eternal peace.
Now, back to the grind—no pun intended.
Trump is selling fucking bibles
I backed off writing about The Angry Orange for a while to retain some hope in humanity. Then I read about “Trump Bibles,” and my misanthropy soared to newer heights.
Really world—really? See, this is why we can’t have nice things!
I wouldn’t put it past Mango Mussolini to rewrite bits and pieces of the Holy Text to the cheers of so-called theists. He’d, of course, take out all the uncool, sissified stuff about helping the poor, opening the door to immigrants, and being kind.
For fun, he’d leave in the blood-smeared kill-kill, die-die aspects and add true moral gems like, “Thou shalt grab them by the hoo-hah because when you are a star, they let yah do it.”
My therapist, Michael Mack, shook his head at the madness and published a diary/journal on Amazon entitled THE TRUMP BIBLE: Space For The Written Word By Proud MAGA Americans.
It is pseudonymously authored by “We The People”. HA!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CZKVDDNQ
Amazon recommended another groovy title written by Peregrin Wood, The Trump Bible: The Gospel of Donald Trump , which, on fast perusal, promises to be a real hoot and holler!
https://www.amazon.com/Trump-Bible-Gospel-Donald/dp/1986592022
On related news—Trump claims he was chosen by Gawd!
Trump spread this mind-numbing crap on—you guessed it—Easter Sunday.
As per Meidas Touch Network:
On Easter morning, Trump made 71 social media post. Only one of those referenced Easter, where he simply posted, "HAPPY EASTER."
The rest of Trump's posts included attacks on Judge Merchan's daughter, Mike Gallagher, Jon Stewart, Engoron, Biden, Maxine Watters, Letitia James, Alvin Bragg, Fani Willis, Obama, Hunter Biden and Marc Elias.
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Trump made two posts, attaching an article in Gateway Pundit and American Thinker from his pal, sports gambling tout Wayne Ally Root. In this sickening article, Root makes the case that Trump is a true miracle sent by God to save America. That Trump is 'The Chosen One' sent by God and blessed by God.
This has to be some brilliant, fascistic takeover move—right?
Either Trump is the smartest conman who ever lived, and a devious plan is afoot, or he is just plain evil and will do anything for money and power.
I am banking on the latter, but hey, I have been wrong before.
Listen, I am not religious by any stretch of the imagination, but I recall Christ warning followers that many would come in his name and fool the masses. Will those who allow themselves to be fooled be harshly judged?
Of course—Christ also said they would know these tricksters by their “fruit.” In other words, they would know they were false by their actions.
They are deceived because they want to be deceived. It’s why they get no sympathy from me.
Bill Maher is a narcissistic PAB
Maher lost me when he gave airtime to idiots like Ben Shapiro and Milo Yiannopoulos. At the time of my anti-all-things-Maher stance, Bill still had a bit of street cred for being a lefty or at least a left-leaning libertarian; I was told I was too much of a purist.
Maher recently stated Biden should dump Kamala Harris and run with Nikki Haley because, yah know, women of color are interchangeable like that. How you like me now, haters?
Today, most know Maher is speaking out of both sides of his mouth, but we now know he is a garbage human to boot.
Apparently, Bill Maher invited Steve O onto his show and proceeded to act like, well, a jackass. Steve-O, an American entertainer, has been sober for 16 years and asked Maher if he would refrain from smoking pot during his visit to the set.
Maher said no, because, of course he did—SMDH.
To quote my friend Chris, who turned me on to the story, “Like, what a dick move.”
Chris smokes, too, and the etiquette of it, or lack thereof, astounded her.
She pondered why Mahr couldn’t hold off for 30 minutes to assist a recovering addict. Because he’s a PAB, that’s why… up next, Maher drinks a bottle of scotch in front of a recovering alcoholic and eats a buffet before starving children.
Trump Co., try to disqualify another NYC Judge for conflict of interest
You would think Trumpy’s legal team would change the dial on their radio station because this particular song is getting old, but maybe the 500th time is the charm—Pffft!
Apparently, Judge Juan Merchan’s daughter works for a Democrat and/or gave to Democrats or—wait—does it matter? All that seems to matter here is that, once again, Trump and his mindless acolytes attacked a judge’s child in the interest of scoring points with MAGA and fundraising.
Never mind that a jury will decide the case as the primary trier of fact, not Judge Merchan. Can we say “delay,” boys and girls?
Well, Judge Juan Merchan likely saw the move coming and fucked Trump’s day royally up. What the MSM won’t tell you:
Juan Merchan preempted the issue by raising it in a previous Trump-related case and asking if he should recuse himself based on his daughter’s Democratic leanings and associations.
Guess what?
The court said, “Nope, keep on keeping on, Juan, my man!” Trump won’t have any legal leg footing here, and this delay tactic will fail swiftly.
Good looking out, Merchan!
More Good news
Trump’s hope for a windfall after a bailout from Digital World Acquisition Corp may hit a snag. See, Trump can’t sell any of his 54 % ownership in Truth Social for six months, and there are indications the stock might plummet before he can get his hands on any cash.
Trump’s Truth Social investors are already looking for the exits as they realize Donnie Boy may rush to get a payout, leaving them high and dry. That isn’t to say his Meme Stock Investors, aka those buying shares to help Trump and give the middle finger to the status quo, won't bankrupt themselves to make a point, but their dollar alone won’t save him.
Look, I’m not here to sell hopium—we have seen the Powers-That-Be bail Trump’s arse out at the last minute before. Take, for instance, the NYC appeals court cutting Trump's bail payment to 175 million and giving him ten days to pay before Tish James grabbed his gold toilet.
Yeah, know, the way they do for us unwashed Plebians when we are facing heavy fines in court and—maaaaan, I could even finish that sentence with a straight face. For the uninitiated—yes, that there was sarcasm.
Ya’ll; I could go on and on about the constant effluvium the Sour Orange Skittle tosses out on the daily to wear us all down and dazzle us with bullshit. I missed or forgot some headlines, including those with Screech Weasle Alina Habba Dabba in them—I might revisit.
Until such time, post your favorite ugh-inducing headline below.
Moving forward, gang, I am going to endeavor to take baby breathers as needed. See, I noticed how relaxed I felt as I took that week off—the tension in my shoulders and between my brows eased. I smiled more, laughed more, and enjoyed working on my art projects—hell, food even tasted better!
There is a reason I look young for my age—I have tried not to allow the stresses of life to beat me down to the point of deterioration. I vent, but I try to maintain equilibrium.
With Trump, I was losing my cool.
Not cool.
I had a life before Trump, and while I plan to keep on top of MAGA shenanigans as the election nears, I can't allow him to steal my youth, vitality, or happiness.
He’s taken that from far too many of us already. Let's endeavor to be vigilant while guarding our hearts and minds from the angry MAGA hornets who aim to destroy us with their hate.
Glad you chose your health, and took that much needed break. Big fan. Love your stuff. Hey, we’re all in this together. 😎
Missed you, woman.
Keep telling it. Start that band. Write that book. God have mercy on us all.