We're living in a fucktocracy.

Kristi Noem, that unqualified cosplay traitor. I clasp my hands in hopes her Botox and fillers turn into acidic worms, pale, squirming worms that eat their way through her weird face leaving no features, just bubbling flesh dancing with waving worm heads, a lethal manifestation of her inner evil.

Is this what you voted for, Minnesota MAGA? New York MAGA? California MAGA? Red state MAGA? I don't believe you did. But you were/are woefully and willfully ignorant. Yes indeed. But even if you shake off the spell woven like a blackout cloak over your heads, it's too late. Authoritarianism is here.

Trump's brain hemispheres are actually two enormous silicone breast implants. And they're leaking.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2zn...

B.B. King will be visiting Trump on Christmas Eve to show him the bleak future he wants to create, but instead of vanishing into the supernatural realm of awesome, King will be following him around the next four years and beating him about the head and shoulders with Lucille.

Not a court in the world would convict me if I hurled this 22 lb. Butterball into the Genesee River and spent Thanksgiving in some dive bar listening to live music and drinking cranberry and vodka all night. I'll eat a Wegmans turkey sub when I get home.

Look at this asshole. LOOK AT IT.

J.D. Vance was kidnapped by true hillbillies and stuffed into a moonshine still. He's alive, a bit cramped, but happy.

This time around, the Kennedys are assassinating us.

The only way out is in. The new national reality requires a miracle--the only miracles are the ones we make by increasing our consciousness. I don't mean, particularly, political consciousness.

I did write a fantasy novel in which consciousness itself brings about a progressive Judgement Day...

What you're seeing with Trump's bizarre, seemingly nonsensical cabinet choices and South African son's political machinations is merely Putin's increasingly frantic limb manipulation. A danse macabre.

Elon Musk fucks lunch meat.