Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Friday, January 31, 2025

Remarkable! Or, The Perpetual Trump Gluteal Osculation Machine

 

Sean Duffy, a reality TV star, Fox News guy, former US Congressman, now Department of Transportation guy, said Trump's leadership has been "remarkable".  Being on "Road Rules" qualifies you for DOT because "roads". It is known. And "remarkable" certainly is a word. 

It doesn't have to mean "remarkably good"--and it doesn't. Maybe he meant it that way.

But it was "remarkable" in the sense of being appallingly racist, sexist, stupid and self-inflating. A projection of blame onto other people as both a deflection and a cover-up for suborned insecurity. Duffy has his ass to kiss, and he did fine. 

And I don't care, because what followed was astonishingly typical and horrific. Trump blamed DEI (which seems to mean "people of color" in Trump's mind) and Biden for what happened, because he wants to speculate about who to blame and is uniquely incapable of either knowing his role or shutting his hole. 

On behalf of Generation X, I apologize for Sean Duffy. Being a sell-out Boomer ass-kisser was certainly a choice, and one he didn't have to make. I guess that's just the way the Reality Bites. Some of us still keep it real, though--and here's my opinion on Trump.

Saturday, November 9, 2024

Facts STILL Don't Care About Your Feelings

 

I bet there are a lot of small-business people who feel like following Trump makes them more like big-business people. His policies are really going to fuck them up. And the effects of his "promises" are already coming to fruition. Their businesses don't have reserve capital enough to float them through additional costs that they can't calculate yet. I am not sure why so many people didn't check out what they were in for, but I'm still dealing with the thing I completely underrated--

There are a lot of people who simply don't know shit. Like:

Friday, December 30, 2022

Greta and the Terrible Tate

 


I was vaguely aware of Andrew Tate before just a few days ago, mostly as a Terrible Influence for the Children--an openly misogynistic self-help toxic masculinist. I was very much aware of Greta Thunberg, who, although still a teen, has been the leader of a climate movement for years. So I very much understand what Andrew Tate was trying to do the other day by tagging her on his Tweet (from his recently-restored account under the new Regime) regarding his 30-something gas-guzzling cars--

He was seeking engagement with a higher profile account to get more engagement. It's what one does for more clicks, right? So, there he was, presumably tweaking a humorless scold liberal female on the social media when all of the sudden, she dunked on him. 



It's a thing of beauty in its spare economy of words. He called her out, and she said he was an overcompensating try-hard who needed to "get a life".  And his knee-jerk response has to be noted for all time:

How dare you!?

Weak. Afflicted. Shooketh. Taken out at the knees. Pressure applied to the nerve center of a very small area. That wasn't supposed to happen. 

Hours later, he composed himself, got into his smoking jacket, acquired a cheroot of some sort, sought out a wood-paneled back drop and a big old pizza box, and made a calm, obviously not-trying-too hard and does-so have a life video to the effect that he doesn't have a small one, she has the small one. 

(Right. She has a small one, it's his, and it's in her trophy room in a match box.)

And any way this social media exchange gave Romanian authorities enough information to find him and pick him up for rape and human trafficking, because sometimes people who espouse horrific points of view on the internet are, actually, horrible people. 

And there ends the lesson.


TWGB: It's Raining Shoes!

  It certainly has been a minute, hasn't it? So, what brings me out of self-imposed blogging exile, if not something very relevant to my...