Death, Lies, and Races

Veks Van Hillik

Regarding Nolan Well’s weird/suspicious/mysterious death on Horn Island, a 10-12 by 3/4 of a mile barrier island located eight miles off the coast of Mississippi – initial reports are that he drowned. His family has hired Ben Crump, who’s a famous legal advocate for social justice. Nolan’s body will be flown to Washington, D.C. for an independent autopsy tomorrow. Good!

The fact that the mother of one of Nolan’s “friends” (who left him on the island without his phone or shoes) is a judge and put out an official appearing statement is odd. By odd I mean suspicious. Why is she using her judicial title and branding of her public office to make a statement about a personal matter. 

Is she an integral part of the investigation into what happened to Nolan, how he met his death? Wouldn’t this be a conflict of interest since her son was one of the “friends” who left Nolan on the island? Also, why is she standing with her arms crossed  in front of a Confederate flag? 

Click on that pic of Judge Ashlee to embiggen it. Take a closer look. That’s the flag of racist fucking, loser traitors (who LOST) that she’s so proudly hanging in her office. Dunno about you but this signals to me that everything out of her mouth is gonna be completely sus at bare minimum. Also, does Judge Ashlee, in addition to not knowing what the word “covet” means, not understand optics? Apparently not.

Girl, you should stop digging that hole. You’re making your son and yourself look more and more guilty with every move you make. 

I know it’s the Deep South and she’s white and blonde (probably “christian” too) but I don’t think Republicans have fully rolled back time to the 1860s or 1950s YET. Truth and justice might actually prevail.

I fucking well hope so.
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Meanwhile, Memphis, Tennessee has become a regular shooting gallery thanks to Trump’s Keystone Kops “anticrime taskforce.” 

Yesterday morning a fourth person, as yet unidentified, was killed by Pedo’s untrained, trigger happy agents. This follows Monday morning’s murder of 20-year-old Tyrin Johnson, 41-year-old Darrin Pigram offed on May13th, and May 21st’s killing of 25-year-old  Jonah Neal.
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Graham Platner, who was apparently vetted by drunk Animal House frat boys after a particularly debauched toga party, has dropped out of the Maine senate race. Good! Even Saint Bernie, Platner’s biggest backer, told him to step down. 

In a real shockerino move from the highly troubled, problematic and ultra-disappointing senator from Pennsylvania, John Fetterman, actually said something that made sense.

Democratic Sen. John Fetterman of Pennsylvania said members of the party who helped prop up Maine Democratic Senate candidate Graham Platner amid a string of scandals should not play a role in selecting his potential replacement if he drops out of the race. 

"Many of these people that put someone like Platner in this seat right now, sit it out,” (source) 

Jesse Duquette

Well, even a stopped clock and all that.

So, who might take Platner’s place?

Nirav Shah
He’s a former public health official who oversaw the state’s response to the Covid-19 pandemic. He’s an epidemiologist, economist, attorney, and his politics are progressive. According to the Bangor Daily News, he’s just jumped into the race.

Shah, who ran unsuccessfully for the Democratic nomination in the race to succeed term-limited Gov. Janet Mills, pledged to push for Medicare for all, to rein in U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement, to tax billionaires and corporations, and to hold Republican President Donald Trump accountable

Dan Kleban
He’s cofounder of a brewery and has a law degree from Boston College. All I can find about him is that his positions are mostly the same as Platner’s except on Israel. Platner calls what Israel is doing to Palestine “genocide.” Kleban won’t say the g word, instead he calls it an "absolute tragedy"

Anyway, Kleban’s back in. 

I expect this list will grow as the day goes on. Maine needs someone who will really standout and shine. There’s not a lot of time left and we need Collins’ seat.

Pingatsitugt (Wednesday)

I’m feeling more than a bit overwhelmed by life, the universe and everything. Maybe it’s just my wonk-ass health, the unrelenting conniving, dictatorial, greedheaded, kakistocratic weaselshit coming out of Prez Pedo, his puppet masters (both domestic and foreign), and his administration of complete half-wits, bone-brained mouth breathers (MarkWayneBobJoeFloyd I’m looking at you), and soulless, perfidious wealth hoarders (spotlight’s on Richie Rich – AKA Treasury Secretary Scott lying-sack-of-shit Bessent).

I need a day off from it all. The weather today here in Valhalla will, reportedly, be perfect – 75º and sunny. I’m planning to sit out on our porch in my cozy Adirondack chair, feet up, reading my latest Murderbot installment, System Collapse.

In lieu of a semi-intelligent discourse on why the fuck Pedo’s banging on again about Greenland (rare earth minerals, global warming accelerated Arctic melting, and wanting to get in there to snatch the goods, etc.), talking about the insane, ongoing, pernicious racism in this country or the ongoing don’t-call-it-a-war (of choice) on Iran (reason number 50 skillion and 33 as to why you should never elect a spoiled rotten, emotionally whacked madman to the presidency … just FYI) here are some memes.

Okay, I’m jumping in the shower now. Well, more like hobbling into the rain room and gently entering the cleansing environment. Happy Hump Day and shit.

Carrot Cake Emergency

Well, waddya know, it’s a rainy, annoying July morning and I really want – NEED – carrot cake for breakfast. Is there carrot cake in the house? No. I am, down to a cellular level, disconsolate.

What brings me here on this lugubrious July morning?

For starters, Ten and I went to the podiatrist’s yesterday about my stupid, seemingly never-ending left toe problem (which began back in November of last year , FFS!). Turns out it’s both infected AND ingrown again – fucking OY! The doc removed a sliver, gave me a ‘script for some antibiotic cream to put on twice a day, and told me to come back in a month. He’s going to give me some kind of shot which will somehow ensure that my toenail doesn’t grow back like this again. Sounds painful but I want this dreadfully annoying, uncomfortable foot shit to be over with!

What else is making carrot cake an absolute necessity? 

Hannes Marschalek

US Air Force staff sergeant Hannes Marschalek flashed his wang at a 16-year-old girl and an additional four other young women (not all at the same time) while stationed in Cambridgeshire, England. Yes, he was masturbating while he was waving his wares. Of course.

He was doing this on the front porch of his house – the house he shares WITH HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER. Does wifey know that husband is a perv? Does daughter understand that she should never ever bring her friends home with her and, in fact, maybe she should see about getting herself adopted by some other nice, NON-perv parents?

The court martial papers show that in July 2022, Marschalek texted two friends to say he had “definitely” flashed women from his home.

The text read: “I definitely just flashed a couple ladies walking from the train. LOL.” He added in a later text: “I took all my clothes off when I walked in. I went to go open a window and I was standing right in front of it when they walked by.”

Military prosecutors alleged that these texts demonstrated how he was “repeatedly exposing his genitalia to unexpected women, and then bragging about it, and then laughing about it”.

On 9 October 2022, Cambridgeshire police arrested him at his home and took him into custody after the complainants, between 16 and 24 years old, alleged he had exposed himself several times over the previous two months.
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In April this year, a US military appeal court dismissed the guilty verdict against him, ruling that prosecutors had made an error by charging him under the wrong offence. Prosecutors are now seeking to challenge this ruling. (source) 

Charges were dismissed BUT Marschalek’s now on the Oklahoma Sex Offender Registry. Unsurprisingly, the Air Force is still listed as his employers. Don't know about you but I feel SO much safer knowing that our country is being guarded and protected by skeevy, degenerate, frat boy types without an ounce of sense or self-control.

By the by, Marschalek was stationed at the very same base, Lakenheath, as Captain Jacob Wulfson. Remember him? He was the pilot who raped and strangled his date. She survived, justice did not. He was booted out of the air force but only given six months detention for strangling the woman. It appears the all male military jury were just fine and dandy with him raping her.

Military justice – obviously an oxymoron.

Given that the Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces and his Secretary of War Crimes are both rapists, none of this is at all shocking.

 OH wait ... what's this? Ten once again saves the day. He had mini carrot cake squares tucked away just in case we had a bleak morning! Damn, that man thinks of everything.

Ghouls, Dimensional Rifts, and Kawaii

I found this map – Most Common Cause of Death That THEY Keep Covering Up and I’m a bit concerned … I may even be verging on alarmed.

Let’s just review some of these ultra serious and intensely distressing allegations. We’ll start with New England and the Northeast in general as it’s the area of the country I’m most familiar with.

First, Massachusetts – wind farms are our most common cause of death? I OBJECT! This is obviously one of Prez Pedo’s obvious, outrageous, and easily disproven lies. We have 21 wind farms here in Massachusetts and, so far, there have been no fatalities (human OR whale) due to wind turbines. So there!

Maine – Draugr? ‘the fuck's that? Apparently, it’s an undead creature (like a ghost only with somewhat of a corporeal presence) out of Norse mythology. They live in their graves, guarding treasure. Sounds sort of like dragons except for the grave dwelling part. Dragons live in castles or caves. Right? I’d expect these to be the primary cause of death more in Minnesota or Wisconsin rather than in Maine but ...  //shrugs//

New Hampshire – Stoned conservatives are the main cause of death? Emmmm, more like fentanyl overdosing MAGAts. Seriously.

Vermont – Armed Hippies. I expect this one may be accurate. Vermont is a constitutional carry state, meaning anyone 18 or older who can legally possess a firearm may carry it openly or concealed without a permit. BUT they’ve worked to enact gun safety laws so Vermont should generally be safe. It’s Bernie Sanders country. I’d be way more worried about traveling in Alabama, Nebraska or Texas (also open carry states). Still …

Rhode Island – Ghouls? Really? This is a small fucking state. I really would have thought I’d have seen one or two of them by now. Stands to reason, doesn’t it? I mean, I’ve lived in New England for a long-ass time. What gives? Do ghouls just not like me? Is it something I said?

Connecticut – It’s antimatter. Antimatter is killing off all the Nutmeggers. (people from Connecticut are called this because the state nickname is "The Nutmeg State.”)

Though I’ve seen the term a zillion times, do I really, truly known and understand what antimatter is? Not rilly, no.

Although it sounds like science fiction, antimatter is real. It is the opposite of matter. Matter is formed from the particles that we see in the world around us – atoms that are made from protons and electrons. The opposite of a particle is called an anti-particle….
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Antimatter can be found on Earth, although it will not last very long. Antimatter quickly annihilates with matter. An electron and a positron are found in experiments to annihilate and produce two gamma rays. (source) 

Yeah, that, like totally, clears up not much of anything. I don’t think I have the physics background to understand why Nutmeggers are dying. 

New York – New Yorkers are mostly being taken down by ennui? I have a hell of a time buying that! Yes, Upstate can be pretty sleepy BUT it’s gorgeous. There’s tons of brill hiking, rock climbing, museums, vineyards, etc, etc. Long Island? Zzzzzzzzzzz. Possibly the  expiration reason noted on all Long Islander’s death certificates is boredom. They’re throwing off the stats for the entire state.

Pennsylvania – dimensional rifts? I haven’t lived in the Keystone State in close to 50 years. Is this dimensional rift thing new? I mean, back in the ‘70s we didn’t have fun shit like that. People fell off the sides of steep hills, drowned in fast moving rivers or died in coal mining disasters. Dimensional rifts sounds way more interesting.

New Jersey – Their principal cause of death is noted as “kawaii.” WHAT even is this?!

Kawaii is a Japanese cultural phenomenon which emphasizes cuteness, childlike innocence, charm, and simplicity. (source) 

Okay then!

Loser Boys

What the fuck is the Patriot Front?

Patriot Front is a white nationalist hate group that broke off from Vanguard America in the aftermath of the deadly “Unite the Right” rally in Charlottesville, Virginia, of August 12, 2017.

Patriot Front is an image-obsessed organization that rehabilitated the explicitly fascist agenda of Vanguard America with garish patriotism. Patriot Front focuses on theatrical rhetoric and activism that can be easily distributed as propaganda for its chapters across the country. (source) 

Thomas Ryan Rousseau

They’re led by 27-year-old Thomas Ryan Rousseau of Grapevine, Texas (located between Dallas and Fort Worth) who, it seems, is trying to make Patriot Front into a Lands End/LL Bean/Abercrombie & Fitch style KuKlux Klan. Young Tommy’s style conscious (if you call this “style”). A theater kid gone bad?

Yesterday, hundreds of these face wrapped dudes, who couldn’t get laid at the Bunny Ranch with a grand in their wallets and stiffies made of granite in their shorts, “marched” around DC carrying Confederate and US flags. They were chanting “life, liberty, victory!” and “reclaim America!” 

WHAT stratospherically ignorant, entitled, mollycoddled, stunted turnip-brained wastes of flesh! As if these white boys have ever been denied anything here in it's-all-about-WHITE-men America.

Joke was on these 21st century KKK losers though — the temps were up around 103º - 105º and the heat index hit between 110º to 115º in DC yesterday. 

The temperatures were so nasty that the formal, real DC 4rth of July parade was canceled. So, Patriot Front asswipes didn’t get to strut around playing big-swinging-dick, Joe tough-guy xenophobe before a huge audience. Their martyr/hero fascist complexes didn’t get fed because precious few protesters wasted their time on them. Why bother? Either the heat and humidity would take them out, especially with their weather inappropriate uniforms: 

• the tales from the crypt/mummy face covering
• the head shape and hair obscuring ballcaps
• long pants
• the heat absorbing dark blue polo shirts

OR maybe, the protesters noticed that the Junior KKK were sweating to death for nothing. No audience means no impact/no converts. Sure, there’s been press but these dudes just look like little boys cosplaying a Klan rally and failing at it ... laughingly badly. I mean, add some wacky music in the background and you've got a scene straight out of Monty Python. Somehow, Monty Python's army seems less silly though.

Then there were yesterday's high winds and the thunderstorm delaying Prez Pedo’s blathering, bullshit, grandstanding, lie-filled campaign style speech. Mind you, he doesn’t know how to make any other kind of speech. 

He issued big warnings about communism. ‘the fuck? Can someone please clue the old douche-brain in that this is 2026 not 1956 – we’re not doing that fearmongering communism horseshit anymore. On top of that, it’s all just a bit (understatement alert) ridiculous seeing as how he simply LURVS Kim Jong Un and bows down to Putin.

Here’s a real hero for our dying country’s 250th birthday – US Air Force major Jason Watson.

Watson’s criticism of Trump and Vance focused on the administration’s actions in Venezuela and Iran, calling them “an unconstitutional usurpation of Congress’ authority and a violation of the War Powers Clause.”

“These violations resulted in the deaths of 13 service members and injuries of hundreds more,” he said, referring to the number of U.S. military deaths tied to the Iran war. “For this, the president and vice president must be impeached, convicted and removed.” (source)

Major Jason Watson supports the Constitution not some cult-ish, corrupt Party with their griftasaurusly criminal, pedophilic President and his sycophantic, greedheaded administration.

Dissent is the highest form of patriotism
~ Howard Zinn

The time is fast approaching when to call a man a patriot will be the deepest insult you can offer him. Patriotism now means advocating plunder in the interest of the privileged classes of the particular State system into which we have happened to be born.
~ Leo Tolstoy

Professed patriotism may be made the cover for a multitude of sins.
~ Robert C. Winthrop 

Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.
~ Leonardo da Vinci

I love America more than any other country in the world and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.
~ James Baldwin

Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.
~ John F. Kennedy

One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws.
~ Martin Luther King Jr.

A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.
~ Edward Abbey

Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, Don't give up the fight.
~ Bob Marley

I cannot salute the flag; I know that I am a black man in a white world. In 1972, in 1947, at my birth in 1919, I know that I never had it made.
~ Jackie Robinson

Ten Years After

TAB in his current incarnation*

It was 10 years ago this evening — 6:15 to be precise — that The Amazing Bob shuffled off this mortal coil. He had been in a second battle with cancer — mantle cell lymphoma — and the forecast was not looking bright at all, when acute respiratory distress syndrome (ARDS) opportunistically came in and cut him off at the … well … lungs.

Me and TAB on his last birthday

When we was young

 As I wrote two weeks afterwards, I am and was so damn lucky. Jen, Oni and Celeste (my sister) were with me on TAB’s last afternoon. Jen and I had actually gone in at zero dark 30. The nurses had called her (couldn’t phone me because I’m all deaf and shit … remember?) saying that TAB was spiraling down and might only have a few hours left. We zoomed in.

Later, all together, after he was no longer conscious, we watched TAB’s life signs on the monitor like it was the Green Monster scoreboard at Fenway.

I’m stunned that 10 years have passed. So much has happened in this decade.

I met Ten through this here blog. He helped me, supported and consoled me in my grief. He did this from 3,000 miles away. We fell in love. Seven years later we’re still in love. Neat, huh?

I find this pretty amazing actually. Even when I’m healthy I’m a goddamn handful and I haven't been in the general neighborhood of good health in over six years.

I mean, look at this — over the past six-seven years I’ve had three brain surgeries (one which robbed me of the use of my left leg but, HAH, I stole it back!), three spine surgeries, proton radiation, some vision threatening eye issues, a metric fuck-ton of rehab (both in and outpatient), and I’m still getting used to having to use a rollator to get around. Also, compression socks. WHAT the fucking fuck!

Welcome to Valhalla, grab a hard hat and some steel toe boots!

Other big events over the past 10 years? My MOST awesome father checked out of the Hotel Life five years after TAB. Fellow NF2 warrior Felicity Lingle lost her battle and, just this past September, so did Michie O’Day. Grief and survivor guilt much?

As you all know, and as my dearly departed father accurately but unintentionally offensively called it, I have the soul of a fucking cheerleader. That is, I seem to always be looking for an upside, a glimmer of light in the gloaming, an excuse to feel hopeful or at peace. 

            //shrugs// Go me, eh?

The down side of TAB dying is that TAB fucking died! He was in a lot of pain; in just awful, uncomfortable shape, and he knew his prognosis was shit. Of course that’s the downside! Motherfucking cancer was on him hard. The docs said he had, at most, six months left. ARDS just got to him first. 

The “upsides” of TAB checking out are:

• He was done with all that unavoidable pain, misery, and wild discomfort.
• He didn’t have to see our former feral rescue Rocco (at left) die, the year after him.
• He didn’t have to see our sweet baby Coco (at right) succumb to cancer just a couple of years after him.
• He never had to see Trump elected or inaugurated or the Republican Party’s destruction of this country.

Grief isn’t linear. It doesn’t have a fixed progression and end point. Life — humans — don’t generally work that way. Today I’m going to attempt to feel all the feels. If I don’t greet and experience them now they’ll just come out later in some unfortunate way. e.g. me snapping at a loved one for no good reason or me biting the head off an innocent stranger for the crime of, dunno, not reading my mind OR me not paying enough attention to where I'm walking (because I’m cranky and unhappy) and reinjuring my foot.

I believe this day of self reflection and care  might require ice cream, margaritas, and snacks that are not necessarily healthy and that’s okay. Possibly I’ll need to add in an episode of Buffy and a few chapters of the latest Murderbot.

You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp. 
~ Anne Lamott

* We mixed TAB's ashes into the roots of the cherry tree we planted in his memory. The idea was that, as in life, he would continue to feed the neighborhood birds and other passing wildlife.

Oh yeah, I'm wicked deep

A person posted this question on Threads:

Who are the five writers who made you?

Oh please, that is such a limited way of looking at things. There are works (or a singular work) by a great many authors that have really spoken to me, caused me to stop and think deeply, reconsider and/or totally expand on my beliefs. There are also myriad books that transport me — whether it’s due to the incredible way the author wields words or the heights of creativity they’ve attained.

But to ask or assume that an author or any artist “made” me — as though they’re some grand Poobah of a cult leader — is just wicked odd. Sounds like we're getting into Scientology, Mormon or MAGA territory here. I’d like to get the questioner’s definition/explanation of what they mean by “made.” Possibly they meant to say "influenced" or "greatly inspired?"

What are five books that have made me think a LOT? So much so that I come back and reread them ... maybe even get something new out of them too.

1. Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity
2. Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
3. Dee Brown, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
4. John Scalzi, Old Man’s War
5. Martha Wells, The Murderbot Diaries

There are are so many others:

•  Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale 
•  Virginia Woolf, Orlando 
•  Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-five 
•  Catherynne M. Valente, Space Opera
•  Philip K. Dick, Man in the High Castle 
•  George Orwell, 1984

to name just half a dozen.

That’s not even touching on Shakespeare, fer fuck’s sake!

Do you get the same thing out of, fer instance, the B side of Abbey Road or The Downward Spiral every time you listen to it? Or, at different times does it hit you in a fresh way? I kept discovering new things on repeat Aladdin Sane listenings — at least I did until my hearing went kaput. Same with David Byrne's The Forest.

How about a Klimt, Kandinsky or a Kokoschka painting. Do you see the exact same things when you come back and look at them 10, 20 or 30 years after first seeing them? Do they tell you something new? These are three painters, amongst many, who spoke deeply to me. My own work looks nothing like theirs but still they talked to me as did Max Beckmann, Otto Dix, Käthe Kollwitz, Max Ernst, etc.

“Who made you” is a rookie question. I’m in the back end of life — there aren’t five writers, five artists, five composers/musicians, five anyTHING that made me who I am today.  More like 5,000,000 plus me.

What makes anyone is a wickedly complex mixture not unlike the intensely complicated chemistry that goes into making a pot come out of a kiln a certain way.

It depends on:

• The clay body – the minerals in the clay can interact with the glaze layered over top.
• The base chemistry of the glaze plus the colorants and opacifiers. 
• The firing method – just to start, the oxygen levels inside the kiln.
• The firing temperature. 
• The pot’s placement in the kiln.
• The glazes that are on the pots that are next to your pot. Depending on the chemical compositions of each, the firing temperature, the kiln atmosphere, the glaze used on one pot can flash/interact with the glaze on another. This can be really awesome or … you know … not, depending on your needs and expectations.
• How fast or slow the kiln was fired and left to cool down. 

And this is putting it incredibly simply.

So, like yeah. Who we are, what “makes” each of us who we are can’t be reduced to a list of five people, events or things, let alone authors. That’s just abso-fucking-ridiculous. 

If we’re gonna be all blindingly reductive, well, let's fucking go! The five big-ass events/people, outside of my immediate family, that “made” me who I am today, are:

1. Martin Luther King’s assassination on April 4, 1968 (so I guess I should send James Earl Ray a, wut, note of acknowledgement? He's been dead for 28 years. I'm a little late.)
2. RFK’s assassination on June 5, 1968 (same note to Sirhan Sirhan? Dude's 82-years old and in a state prison in San Diego. I guess he'll die there.)
3. The 1973 71-day occupation of Wounded Knee by the American Indian Movement (AIM). 
4. The humor of Jonathan Winters, George Carlin, and the Smothers Brothers.
5. Paul Simon, The Beatles, Emerson, Lake and Palmer, and Led Zeppelin.  

Also, let's give a big, special shout-out to neurofibromatosis type 2! 

And that’s my short list. Of fucking course.

Griftfest ‘26

I saw an AI pic that the desperately insecure, reality averse, old, orange pedophile posted on his little social media laundry, Truth Toilet, which showed outrageously huge, impossible crowds for his Grift-o-Rama “state fair.” (no, I’m not reposting it here) He also claimed to have 45,000 people at the ME-ME-ME Rally he held to open the fair.

Yeah — totally. Sure, dude. 

He (Trump) said guests stayed through the end of his speech "because they loved hearing about a truly successful America."

The White House has not independently released attendance figures for the event, and Trump's estimate could not immediately be verified.  (That’s because he was pulling those numbers out of his ass, as usual) (source) 

It’s a pretty hilarious tell that Pedo preemptively insisted that people stayed to the end of his blathering. The doddering, ancient fuck is entirely aware that we all know his audiences start walking out after 15 minutes of his boring, mastabatory gibberish. They always do because who, besides his most worm-brained of fans, can tolerate his shit longer than that?

The Great American State Grift has, obviously and expectedly, been an astounding failure. Pedo’s pretty much run out of scam juice. The curtain’s been pulled back. I don’t think anyone’s buying the snake oil, Hamlin’s Wizard Oil or Hunt’s Remedy anymore either.

This unbridled narcissism is how you get a fiasco like the Great American State Fair and the larger project of which it is a part, Freedom 250—an organization that Trump created despite the fact that Congress had already created an organization, America250, for the purpose of celebrating the country’s anniversary. The primary purpose of Freedom 250, which is not subject to congressional oversight and does not have to disclose its donors, is the elevation of Trump and his political movement. That’s why so many musicians withdrew from performing at the Great American State Fair, and organizers had to turn to Kash Patel’s girlfriend. With just a few days to go before America’s “birthday,” Freedom 250’s most notable event so far was the UFC fight held on the White House lawn on Trump’s actual birthday.  (source) 

First, the UFC thing was Trump’s birthday present to himself. It had absolutely nothing to do with celebrating America’s 250th birthday.

Second, getting Krazy Kash’s mediocre country and western singer girlfriend to headline at this disastrous production shows some serious, rock solid desperation. The only way it could have been worse would've been if they’d put Lara Trump up on stage. 

Even if I still had hearing I wouldn’t know Krazy Kash’s girlfriend’s name. Country is one genre of music I was never EVER able to abide. I mean, it’s nails on chalkboards, milk with a grapefruit juice chaser, an orange paisley crop top worn with fluorescent lime green polka dot harem pants — okay wait, that shirt/pants combo might totally slap. 

Frankly, no one outside of politically conservative Nashville would have heard of her either. From what I understand, she was a right-wing podcaster who decided to try her hand/voicebox at country and western singing. 

So, chick was some unknown and started banging Kash as a way to boost her going-nowhere singing career – I get it. He’s with her because … well, you’ve seen him. Also, she's young enough to be his daughter — you know how Republicans are.  No one’s going after him because they’ve heard he’s rocking a charming personality, a keen intellect, and bodacious good looks — fuck no. Oh yeah, the fact that he’s a middle-aged sloppy drunk isn’t exactly appealing either.

It was all about proximity to power, obtaining connections, getting WAY more exposure than her manager (if she had one) could ever have managed. On top of that she gets a ton of bling and free jet rides. What’s it costing her? In the here and now she has to fake interest in a complete radish brained drunken dweeb AND, periodically, fuck him. This is likely not a great inconvenience for her as he’s usually hammered, allegedly, and probably can’t get it up (or keep it up).

Once the addled orange ogre is gone, Kash’s little girlfriend (I refuse to look up her name) will undoubtedly find her singing career in a nosedive. She’ll go back to singing at roadhouses or yapping on her podcast, maybe pick up a waitressing gig here and there. 

I’d feel a tiny bit sorry for her — we’ve ALL made truly bad, embarrassing choices in our lives — but for reals, as an adult, you don’t dive head first into a bucket of obviously no-brained, pants shitting, fraudsters and expect to come out with a glorious rep, industry and peer respect, money, and a thriving, satisfying career.

Now, the worst and least popular president of all time is staging a convention in Dallas this September to “rally voters” in advance of the midterm elections. And by “rally voters” I mean he's going to “smear his fecal stank of failure all over Republican candidates from coast to coast” just like he did for the “Great American State Fair.” Pedo’s calling it The Great American Comeback. 

Sure. Yeah. Gotcha. 🙄 Everything he touches withers and dies. The Republican Party deserves to die though.

He’s a barely sentient, one man apocalypse. And 30% of this benighted country still think he’s god. The human race is doomed.