Showing posts with label great replacement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label great replacement. Show all posts

Friday, August 16, 2024

TWGB: The Bedminster Bore

 


Not that long ago, I watched some right-wing commentator on Bill Maher's show try to say that Trump was NOT a "country club Republican", and for some reason, no one told her that Trump owns the fucking country clubs. (Was it Batya Ungar-Sargon? I can't find the clip but it's hardly worth my time to keep looking for it.) He owns the country clubs. He is not a working-class hero. He stiffs working people whenever he can. 

He just sat down with fellow billionaire Elon Musk and talked about how unions were bad because working people would be paid more if they were unionized. And today, he stood in front of his country club in New Jersey with some prop groceries and...um...talked about Hillary Clinton's emails and calling Kamala Harris a communist. Because how long can someone talk about the economy when he's only talking about it to get elected?  He lied, as per usual, because it's what he does. 

It was a dumb snooze version of his stump speech that he fooled certain chosen journalists into turning up for. Low energy. Lower-case "t" Trump. 

Tuesday, July 23, 2024

JD Vance is a Weird Little Guy

Every time I hear this "childless cat lady"  thing, I really kind of want a nun to rap his knuckles. I get that Vance is a selfish dude who might only care about people in one's own family (if then!) but for many of us, we can care about many people, and even derive joy from the happiness of others.

 It's the image of Vance as the busybody looking with distaste at the neighbors: "Why don't I hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet?" (As he once looked at the poor white folks during his youth and deplored their indiscriminate breeding.) 

None of his weird little busybody business. Women are not ambulatory baby factories. And yes, stepchildren count as parenting. 

Monday, February 26, 2024

CPAC and Dean Phillips--a Blogger's Dilemma

 

It used to be, I would enjoy (for my obviously not-healthy form of enjoyment) posting about CPAC, which is a thing that for me, culminated with this post here about how AFPAC and CPAC were like twinsies, and calcified with the realization that CPAC had gotten freaky as fuck all on its own. This little rightwing shindig is no longer what it was. And that's why instead of blogging about it at all, I'm blogging about Dean Phillips, because his candidacy is weirder, and therefore, more interesting to me. 

CPAC just has open Nazis running about, now. Matt Schlapp is a multiply-accused homosexual sex pest. People associated with CPAC just flat out say democracy is dead. It is now what they always played at--fascism for Chiclet heads. 

The candidacy of Dean Phillips is also weird, but in a different way: I don't know that Dean Phillips was always an op, but the robocall thing in New Hampshire is serious op energy. 

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...