There oughtn’t be any temptation to gasp in horror even in those who engaged before. What everyone needs to realize is that we are privileged to watch him die up close and in great and satisfying detail. They’re trotting him out for it. Feast your eyes, they say. Feast ‘em. Lean forward, children.
February 6, 2026 at 7:28 PM
There oughtn’t be any temptation to gasp in horror even in those who engaged before. What everyone needs to realize is that we are privileged to watch him die up close and in great and satisfying detail. They’re trotting him out for it. Feast your eyes, they say. Feast ‘em. Lean forward, children.
For decades he was the most obviously disabled public figure in the world and then he got elected president and began to decline which you’d have sworn was impossible impossible impossible until it happened and happened and happened.
January 29, 2026 at 5:56 PM
For decades he was the most obviously disabled public figure in the world and then he got elected president and began to decline which you’d have sworn was impossible impossible impossible until it happened and happened and happened.
Another ten billion for ICE, maybe? What’ll it buy? Clothes? Stretchy camo ready for grease and basement gravy and unwilling-cousin-sweat and barbecue drool and inbred pig-fuck cowardice crust down right where you can see the giant crater of the belly button underneath. Stay safe, fellas.
January 24, 2026 at 5:42 PM
Another ten billion for ICE, maybe? What’ll it buy? Clothes? Stretchy camo ready for grease and basement gravy and unwilling-cousin-sweat and barbecue drool and inbred pig-fuck cowardice crust down right where you can see the giant crater of the belly button underneath. Stay safe, fellas.
Well hey, babies, glass half full: he was able to maneuver his tiny crabbed blood deprived mitt to the extent that the stumped middle flesh tag was in a small way upright. Honestly love this for him.
January 14, 2026 at 12:06 AM
Well hey, babies, glass half full: he was able to maneuver his tiny crabbed blood deprived mitt to the extent that the stumped middle flesh tag was in a small way upright. Honestly love this for him.
It’s like if smallpox grew limbs and a mouth and started moving and making smallpox sounds and people said you need to dispute with it and engage with it and come to an agreement and all along of course the only method is eradication. Eradication. Eradication.
January 9, 2026 at 11:38 PM
It’s like if smallpox grew limbs and a mouth and started moving and making smallpox sounds and people said you need to dispute with it and engage with it and come to an agreement and all along of course the only method is eradication. Eradication. Eradication.
If the last 24 hours have taught us anything it’s that ICE may have its uses and one of those could be landfill. If you need an artificial island for garbage or old medical waste you could make one out of these folks and name it in their honor. Fatfuck Coward Island, say.
January 8, 2026 at 7:34 PM
If the last 24 hours have taught us anything it’s that ICE may have its uses and one of those could be landfill. If you need an artificial island for garbage or old medical waste you could make one out of these folks and name it in their honor. Fatfuck Coward Island, say.
There is no greater example of the limits of what money can do than the case of a jowly in-bred back-of-the-class coward whose parents neglected to teach him to wipe remaining so after even the most embarrassingly large infusions.
January 3, 2026 at 9:59 PM
There is no greater example of the limits of what money can do than the case of a jowly in-bred back-of-the-class coward whose parents neglected to teach him to wipe remaining so after even the most embarrassingly large infusions.
That this feckless little populace is taking him seriously as he’s spiraling like vomit swirling around a glugging dive bar toilet means we are now free of this feckless little populace. No more anthems, pledges, or flag gazing, just walking along checking pockets for matches.
December 29, 2025 at 8:17 PM
That this feckless little populace is taking him seriously as he’s spiraling like vomit swirling around a glugging dive bar toilet means we are now free of this feckless little populace. No more anthems, pledges, or flag gazing, just walking along checking pockets for matches.
Was watching Gold Diggers of 1933 like you do and there was a baby in a basket and the baby looked, you know, a little rough, and we said: Well hey, that looks like Billy Barty. Reader, it was.
December 23, 2025 at 7:28 PM
Was watching Gold Diggers of 1933 like you do and there was a baby in a basket and the baby looked, you know, a little rough, and we said: Well hey, that looks like Billy Barty. Reader, it was.
When, my little garden steppers, did we forget how to spell ‘yeah’? How the fuck did even the most doltish of human pratfalls manage that? Halfwits. It’s not ‘yah,’ you puzzled poltroons, it’s not ‘ya,’ you fizzling fermentations of fuck-wit, it’s ‘yeah.’
December 21, 2025 at 9:31 PM
When, my little garden steppers, did we forget how to spell ‘yeah’? How the fuck did even the most doltish of human pratfalls manage that? Halfwits. It’s not ‘yah,’ you puzzled poltroons, it’s not ‘ya,’ you fizzling fermentations of fuck-wit, it’s ‘yeah.’
There was a Monty Python sketch wherein John Cleese rang a little bell and sang “Good-a-niiiight ding ding ding. Good-a-niiiight ding ding ding.” Liked that sketch. Didn’t know it was going to morph into “Hail to the Chief,” but, babies, it has.
December 15, 2025 at 5:08 PM
There was a Monty Python sketch wherein John Cleese rang a little bell and sang “Good-a-niiiight ding ding ding. Good-a-niiiight ding ding ding.” Liked that sketch. Didn’t know it was going to morph into “Hail to the Chief,” but, babies, it has.
Behold the American people with their 250 years of bespittled jabber about freedom and rebellion and bipitty bop followed by their sinking to their knees when a heap of biowaste is plopped onto the White House lawn from a wheelbarrow which directly afterwards has to be destroyed.
December 14, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Behold the American people with their 250 years of bespittled jabber about freedom and rebellion and bipitty bop followed by their sinking to their knees when a heap of biowaste is plopped onto the White House lawn from a wheelbarrow which directly afterwards has to be destroyed.
You know at his best there was a real sense that apart from the neediness and imbecility there was a physical cognitive disability to the point where you wondered why the people responsible for getting him dressed would bother with real clothes because it’s not like you were fooling anybody.
December 8, 2025 at 10:27 PM
You know at his best there was a real sense that apart from the neediness and imbecility there was a physical cognitive disability to the point where you wondered why the people responsible for getting him dressed would bother with real clothes because it’s not like you were fooling anybody.
Sure, humiliations are stacked higher than ever but stop reacting to that and pay attention instead to the foul crusted bits of himself he’s leaving as a trail, like a slug. Ignore what he does and just tell him to go toward the light. On you go. The light. Watch your step, now.
December 4, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Sure, humiliations are stacked higher than ever but stop reacting to that and pay attention instead to the foul crusted bits of himself he’s leaving as a trail, like a slug. Ignore what he does and just tell him to go toward the light. On you go. The light. Watch your step, now.
Guess which of the only two things this could be: 1, clicking his monstrous swollen empurpled corrective-shoe-clad feet together and thinking “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home,” or 2, sans foot activity, “I wish, I wish, I wish I were a fish.” Zounds, aren't these the times?
December 3, 2025 at 10:27 PM
Guess which of the only two things this could be: 1, clicking his monstrous swollen empurpled corrective-shoe-clad feet together and thinking “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home,” or 2, sans foot activity, “I wish, I wish, I wish I were a fish.” Zounds, aren't these the times?
Sure, I’m a poetic peak in a range of lesser plateaus, but a hard no to the position of Editorial Enabler to the Seventeen Syllable 25th Amendment Resistance Regiment, especially given what I'd have to work with:
Oh, the orifice
Slack and spongy walls dilate
And allow it all
Oh, the orifice
Slack and spongy walls dilate
And allow it all
November 26, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Sure, I’m a poetic peak in a range of lesser plateaus, but a hard no to the position of Editorial Enabler to the Seventeen Syllable 25th Amendment Resistance Regiment, especially given what I'd have to work with:
Oh, the orifice
Slack and spongy walls dilate
And allow it all
Oh, the orifice
Slack and spongy walls dilate
And allow it all
A new thing to worry about if you’re successful or possess a kind of charisma is the possibility of some slippery gnome in your path that shits itself with pleasure at any attention you give it and spittles about your feet making it both dangerous and disgusting to walk.
November 23, 2025 at 4:59 PM
A new thing to worry about if you’re successful or possess a kind of charisma is the possibility of some slippery gnome in your path that shits itself with pleasure at any attention you give it and spittles about your feet making it both dangerous and disgusting to walk.
Look, there’s nothing, or likely nothing, that the Russo/USA Kooperative Knee Klub can do to get me on board for the Patella/Froth Haiku position, though what might help is a closer eye on the incoming submissions:
Leprous pig tonguing
Anything that tells it to
All day forever
Leprous pig tonguing
Anything that tells it to
All day forever
November 21, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Look, there’s nothing, or likely nothing, that the Russo/USA Kooperative Knee Klub can do to get me on board for the Patella/Froth Haiku position, though what might help is a closer eye on the incoming submissions:
Leprous pig tonguing
Anything that tells it to
All day forever
Leprous pig tonguing
Anything that tells it to
All day forever
Really, bun-buns, that’s not the way to threaten death, goodness me, no, the way to threaten death is simply to ask nature to finish the job she’s made such headway with that it’s essentially already done.
November 20, 2025 at 11:51 PM
Really, bun-buns, that’s not the way to threaten death, goodness me, no, the way to threaten death is simply to ask nature to finish the job she’s made such headway with that it’s essentially already done.
Kinda seems like he’s leaking to death, doesn’t it? One numbed swell-footed tumble should do it. Whoops. Oh no. Somebody help.
November 20, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Kinda seems like he’s leaking to death, doesn’t it? One numbed swell-footed tumble should do it. Whoops. Oh no. Somebody help.
Well sure, yup, he’s catastrophically impaired. Yessirree bob, and he was catastrophically impaired in 2016. Gotten a little worse too. Yes. A democratically elected torso under the most charitable of interpretations. At least, right, no taxpayer purchased shoes.
November 19, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Well sure, yup, he’s catastrophically impaired. Yessirree bob, and he was catastrophically impaired in 2016. Gotten a little worse too. Yes. A democratically elected torso under the most charitable of interpretations. At least, right, no taxpayer purchased shoes.
Victory Day for World War I, eh? At this point it’s just generic canned dog food at a microphone. You could catch it and sell it. It would be easy. It’s slow, and leaves a trail. Disgusting, but easy and profitable. Wash your hands afterwards and it’s all good.
November 11, 2025 at 9:01 PM
Victory Day for World War I, eh? At this point it’s just generic canned dog food at a microphone. You could catch it and sell it. It would be easy. It’s slow, and leaves a trail. Disgusting, but easy and profitable. Wash your hands afterwards and it’s all good.
That Dagwood, boy, what a glutton, right? Also, vote.
November 4, 2025 at 10:23 PM
That Dagwood, boy, what a glutton, right? Also, vote.
Every time he posts on Truth Social it’s a medical emergency. You don’t have to call 911 or anything but it is a real and true medical emergency that you can maybe learn things from. Let it seep in without judging or feeling the need to intervene. It’s serious, but Om.
November 2, 2025 at 11:06 PM
Every time he posts on Truth Social it’s a medical emergency. You don’t have to call 911 or anything but it is a real and true medical emergency that you can maybe learn things from. Let it seep in without judging or feeling the need to intervene. It’s serious, but Om.
SF Chronicle with “Trump, Japan’s new PM talk trade in friendly first meeting.” Woof. Just how do ya top that, my little tailless pig-monkeys? Edward R Murrow, babies, from beyond the grave asking if he can borrow a pencil on account of wanting to take notes.
October 29, 2025 at 7:23 PM
SF Chronicle with “Trump, Japan’s new PM talk trade in friendly first meeting.” Woof. Just how do ya top that, my little tailless pig-monkeys? Edward R Murrow, babies, from beyond the grave asking if he can borrow a pencil on account of wanting to take notes.