If someone needs to always be right, prevail in every transaction, never be at fault for anything, they will always resort to the same trick. If they can’t prove themselves right by some kind of evidence, or if they’ve obviously come out on the short end of some deal, or it is ridiculous to claim they played no part in the fatal conflict they are blaming the other person for 100%, they default to lying.

Their reply is always the same: an indignant, confused, confusing stream of nonsense, messy word salad, constantly shifting, contradictory stories, incoherent and liberally spiced with nice, juicy lies. Because the main thing, the only thing, is not to lose, never, NEVER, to be a loser, and if the truth hurts your case (which it often will), fuck the fucking truth, anything goes, the ends always justify the means, winning is the only thing.

So our former president has one move, it is the same one every time. From a baseline of stream of consciousness non sequiturs, it moves to grievance, talk of revenge, retribution, terrible crimes being committed against him by satanically evil fucks, persecution, the need to round up people at gun point and put them in camps, because they are drug dealers, from prisons and insane asylums, rapists, killers, vermin, blood poisoners.

The stream of his steaming bullshit is remarkably consistent, even if he introduces a new character from time to time. Rosie O’Donnell was eventually replaced by Crooked Hillary, Crazy Nancy (make hammering gesture for crowd, a wink to her 85 year-old husband being attacked by a hammer wielding Trump lover) Adam Schiff, Mueller, the January 6th subcommittee and so on. He brings in new friends and soulmates like Kim Jong Un, Victor Orban, Vladimir Putin and Hannibal Lechter.

If the Provigil and Adderall have been injected into a pink buttock and are fully on board, and he is particularly focused that day, he would say, in a cogent few sentences, what he scatters across rambling stretches of his last few hundred interchangeable speeches:

“I am the victim, I suffer for you, like Jesus, and I have the wounds to prove it, trust me, trust me, I could take off my shirt and show you my gorgeous double Ds, but then they’d say I was an exhibitionist, “Trump’s a narcissist,” they would say, because they miss no opportunity to literally crucify me, think of the twenty-five years of baseless witch hunts against me, all with no evidence, all fake, like the news, like your face, unlike my beautiful, thick, luxuriant head of blonde hair that no shower gives me enough water to lather and get the soap out of. I have to take like five showers in a row, and then flush the toilet fifteen times, because the Democrats, with their Marxist fascist water pressure regulations, they want to regulate everything, they want to tell you what to do, down to flushing your own toilet, so that a simple toilet becomes useless, refuses to flush documents, no matter how small you tear them up, blah blah blah”

Coprophagous [1] corporate media laps this insane, disgusting swill up, disgustingly, and its wealthy talking heads glibly normalize it all, talking about it like this is perfectly regular, all political candidates are rambling, insane criminal maniacs, n’est-ce pas? They lie to the citizens about the normalcy of radical extremism for the profit of their executives and shareholders. Whore culture is an ugly thing when it is in the service of a Nazi-like cult, and Leonard Leo’s wet dream of a devoutly Christo-fascist America is nothing if not Nazi-ish, but, what are you going to do? Such is the base profit motive that rules our Exceptional nation.

Time to minimize exposure to the aggravating profit-driven hysteria stirring of the corporate media. If it bleeds it leads, if it’s ugly it gets clicks, if its scary it get clicks, engagement equals gigantic CEO bonuses and elegant platinum parachutes when scandal hits. Fuck corporate media.

Here’s just two things on the recent news.

One: that Supreme Court presidential immunity case means only one thing — crimes committed by a criminal president, including all efforts to cover it up and all pardons of co-conspirators, no matter how corrupt, or even if the pardons are sold outright — are protected from public view or use in litigation of any kind, without the express consent of the Supreme Court, the entity that decides what criminal behavior falls within the highly arguable scope of ‘the outer fringes of the perimeter of arguably official duties’ which enjoy a presumption of legality, even if they involve, say, political assassination.

There is only one ex-president in American history who benefits from this ruling and he is running to figurehead Project 2025. First order of business, put these 6 Leonard Leo putos back in the tiny minority they are actually part of. These privileged fucks don’t speak for the average citizen, they are bought and paid for by our most unscrupulous psychopath billionaires.

Thing Two: Whoever the Democrats wind up running in 2024 (and I’m with Bernie and AOC, Biden did a great job, he’s been able to work well with all sides, he’s got the skills, the temperament, he’s earned the right to run, and he can kick Trump’s ass, but I’ll vote for whoever the cringing weasels wind up running) should win the election by a huge margin. The trouble is the fucking Electoral College, which can be gamed by anyone with the money and power to arrange a small number of votes in select districts.

I’ve been on a mission to alert people to the danger of a MAGA megadonor/sleeper in charge of the Postal Service, somehow still, who has crippled mail service nationwide and has the power to slow delivery, or halt it altogether, based on zip code. DeJoy in position to suppress 50,000,000 votes, if needed, seems to me the reason these Nazi dickheads are seeming so overconfident about not needing to attract more than 35% of the vote.

Very important to get some action on removing the fucking Postmaster before the election starts…

[1]

(adjective) 1: Feeding on excrement “coprophagous beetles.” 2: Feeding upon dung, as certain insects.

The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition