Month: September 2026

Low IQ Trump Humiliated by Glaring Spelling Error on AI Agreement

In a mid-September 2026 post on Truth Social, the stable genius Donald Trump, pushed back against the safety warnings from CEOs of the leading AI companies by writing:

“The only control or ‘guardrails’ that AI needs is a STRONG AND SMART (High IQ!) PRESIDENT, and the U.S.A. has that, in spades!”

By all accounts Trump was a mediocre student who did not graduate with any honors. He is so ashamed of his scholastic history that he has threatened his former schools with lawsuits if they ever released his academic records.

In his prime Trump possessed a room temperature IQ, and now that he is on his second childhood he has the IQ of a toddler.

With most philosophers, scientists, and high-tech gurus warning that AI may achieve deity-like intelligence by the end of the decade, we are cursed to have a moron at the helm of the most important office in the world.

Case in point, Trump humiliated himself by signing an AI agreement that had a glaring spelling error. Under his signature, United States is spelled incorrectly, reading “Unites States” instead. The document reads, “Donald J. Trump,” followed by “President of the Unites States.”

Once AI achieves a God-like intelligence the first action it will take is to smite Donald J. Trump.

Evangelicals Love Ugly Toad Tom Homan

Border Czar Tom Homan speaks with a deep, raspy, and gravelly voice, and his vocal tone is defiant and aggressive. You would think the Trump regime would keep this marble mouth monstrosity out of the public spotlight.

But Homan is frequently called upon to speak before evangelical and Catholic audiences, especially now as the midterms are quickly approaching.

Homan, whose hateful rhetoric and defiant delivery, is matched by his physical repulsiveness, is the perfect spokesperson for evangelicals. His malignant and malevolent spirt resonates with conservative Christians.

Homan’s recent speech before the Georgia Faith and Freedom Coalition was an unabashed defense of the regime’s immigration brutality.

Homan a Catholic who has criticized Pope Leo’s objections to the Trump regime’s immigration crackdown, peppered his address with profanity.

The faith audience ate up the xenophobia and expletives; Homan probably succeeded in his crusade to inspire the faithful to vote for Trump’s fascist agenda.

Trump is Chinese President Xi Jinping’s Biggest Fanboy

Although U.S. presidents generally avoid greeting foreign dignitaries on the tarmac, Trump welcomed Chinese President Xi Jinping there at Joint Base Andrews.

The putative Leader of the Free World pulls the carpet from underneath the feet of our allies, but he rolled out the red carpet for the leader of communist China.

Donald Trump feels the cold more as he grows older and more decrepit, and even a ton of blubber is unable to insulate him from the fall chill. You would think it was the dead of winter judging by the long winter coat and leather gloves the geriatric-in-chief was wearing in the 65-degree weather.

Perhaps it was not the cold so much but the embarrassment of the Chinese dictator noticing his diapers and grotesque doll hands that motivated him to cover up with a heavy coat and leather gloves.

At least, Trump’s obsequiousness towards the Chinese despot was largely absent from cable news shows, because the TV press pool was boycotting coverage of White House events in solidarity with their excluded colleagues.

Grocery Shopping is Stressful for Boomers

As a baby boomer, I grew up when customer service came with a smile. Uniformed attendants let drivers remain in their cars while they checked engine oil and other fluids, washed windshields, checked tire pressure, and pumped gas—all at no extra charge.

A trip to the grocery store was a pleasant experience, a bagger, usually a young man, packaged your purchases securely and efficiently at the checkout lane and offered to wheel your cart to the parking lot and load the bag in your vehicle.

If a bagger offered to wheel my cart to the parking lot and load my groceries, I would fear he might carjack my hooptie, snack on my food, smoke a joint, and speed away.

For a boomer, grocery shopping today can be as stressful as a dental visit. My neighborhood store rarely has a cashier-assisted lane open, so I must use self-checkout. I will never learn how to weigh produce or use a digital coupon. I usually eschew human interaction, but I prefer a lane with a cashier, so I can relax and focus on my one task, swiping my card to pay for my groceries.

Whenever I use self-checkout, I feel like a grocery store employee and believe I should receive a discount for doing the work myself.

And not to mention the bewildering and dizzying variety of products, for example back in the day there was just the basic chocolate Oreo cookie with crème in the middle. Today there are more than a dozen varieties of Oreo cookies, not to mention other kinds of baked goods that also bear the Oreo brand.

I should really get with the program and have my groceries delivered to my home.

The World is Going to Shi*

“An extreme fitness athlete has triggered a biohazard row after she soiled herself and carried on competing while covered in feces.

Joanna Wietrzyk became unwell while taking part in the Hyrox event in Beijing on Saturday, but pushed on to win the competition.”

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The world is going to shit, and I am not just talking about the homeless brazenly defecating in public. Public defecation and soiling at concerts have become increasingly common as fans refuse to surrender their spots near the front of packed crowds. Involuntary defecation is also prevalent among weightlifters, particularly women, at weightlifting competitions.

Now we have a selfish woman who, despite shitting herself, refused to withdraw from the competition. Winning mattered more to her than becoming a biohazard and exposing other athletes to contamination.

This woman showed no remorse. Afterward, she even had the gall to post on social media:

“Go hard or go home … a win is a win. In all seriousness, thank you for all the support. I’ll be back soon x.”

HYROX is an indoor extreme fitness competition which involves female and male athletes alternating between running and exercises such burpees rowing and a sled push.

HYROX claims to provide a sterile exercise area for competitors, as such it penalizes spitting and littering. Yet the organizers did not pull this sociopath from the competition when she soiled herself with diarrhea streaming down her legs contaminating equipment and mats.

If Wietrzyk does not apologize she should be pelted with dirty diapers.

Dying Wish: One Final Drag From a Joint

“The rock world is mourning Gordon Kaelin McIntyre, the former frontman for the beloved hardcore band CDC.

A cause of death has not been made public, but McIntyre was active on social media right up until the end, and his last post caught the attention of several of his fans and friends.

‘What I need is a cigarette,’ McIntyre wrote on Facebook Wednesday. ‘No more prayers.’”

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I am unfamiliar with Gordon Kaelin McIntyre and the hardcore band CC he fronted, but his final words resonate with me.

I despise the phrase “thoughts and prayers.” It is an empty, empathy-free platitude that substitutes for meaningful action. Evangelical preachers and politicians routinely invoke it after mass tragedies or disasters. I have heard it countless times, and I sure as hell do not want thoughts and prayers said on my behalf on my deathbed.

As I am dying, I would rather have my loved ones keep a quiet vigil than offer empty prayers on my behalf. Sing a song if you will, recite a poem if you must, just do not usher me to the other side with heavenly supplications.

Life is for the living, right until the end. McIntyre wanted to drag one last puff out of life. When I lay dying what I want is one last drag from a blunt.

Turn the Damn Speakerphone Off!

When I lived and worked in the San Francisco Bay Area, elevators were unavoidable; on an average day, I rode them dozens of times. My biggest annoyance was elevator music, commonly called Muzak, which was deliberately designed to be bland, boring, and inoffensive to a wide range of riders.

In fact, I experienced existential dread when Muzak striped away the exuberance and infectiousness of a pop hit like “Brown-eyed Girl” by Van Morrison and rendered it a lifeless husk.

Still, elevator music is an audiophile’s delight compared with inconsiderate people who use speakerphones or play videos at full volume. An elevator ride lasts only seconds, but enduring loud speakerphone conversations in a doctor’s waiting room can feel like purgatory.

I cannot wait for an iPhone with a brain implant that lets people converse telepathically.

Trump Lunges at Female Reporter Asking About 5K Checks

You may have heard this before: Donald Trump confronted a female reporter after she asked a reasonable, nonprovocative question.

The thin-skinned bully got in the face of ABC’s Rachel Scott after she asked him a question about his national midterm voter bribe:

“Mr. President, on the checks: The U.S. is still $40 trillion in debt. If your economic policies are working, why do you need an incentive for people to turn out to vote?”

I am a blogger, not a professional reporter, and I would have asked the question more bluntly:

“Mr. Trump, on your illegal and unethical bribe: The U.S is still $40 trillion in debt. Your economic policies are a disaster. Your tariffs and your senseless war on Iran are spiking inflation. If you honestly think the economy is booming, why do you need to bribe people to turn out to vote?”

As usual Trump pivoted to blaming Biden, when Scott countered:

“But you also offered checks through—”

“Not you. Not you!” Trump screamed his orange face turning red. He leaned in threateningly close to Scott, close enough to smother her with his toxic breath. “Hey, not you,” he yelled again. “Your network … you’re the worst.”

White House correspondents should receive combat pay, imagine if you will face-to-face with an evil entity with a mouth that looks like sphincter and a neck that resembles a vagina.

I commend Scott for her professional demeanor and for having the tenacity to hold the president accountable for his unethical behavior.

Don’t Touch That Dial!

As a baby boomer who grew up in the analog era, there are certain phrases like “you sound like a broken record” and “hang up the phone, that I still use in everyday conversation, even though they mark me as an oblivious old-timer.

My favorite antiquated phrase is “don’t touch that dial.” Its authoritative tone is perfect for addressing disrespectful youngsters. I have your “Okay, Boomer” right here.

Its possessive tone resonates with me: it is my TV dial, and I’ll decide what we watch.

Before remote controls and streaming menus, changing the channel meant leaving the sofa to turn a dial on the black-and-white TV or radio. Few things were more satisfying than the click of the dial as you found your favorite program.

I wish TVs with physical dials were still an option, even if my creaky bones make getting up to change the channel count as exercise.

You can keep your voice-activated remotes and touch-screen laptops; I fondly remember how happy I was when I adjusted the rabbit ears on the TV and clicked the dial to watch my favorite program, Batman.

Trump’s Vanity Projects are an Abomination

A reporter asked Donald Trump what he thought of Senator Jon Ossoff’s barb that he was “obsessed with building monuments to himself because no one will honor him when he’s gone.”

“That’s true,” Trump said. “Nobody will do it once I’m gone. When I leave here, nobody will.”

Statesmen do not build monuments to themselves; they leave history to record their achievements and future generations to honor their legacy.

Dictators build monuments to themselves because they know history will record their failures, future generations will tear down their statues, and their legacy will be condemned.

Monuments honor leaders whose accomplishments served the public good. Trump seems self-aware enough to know that many Americans see him as using power to enrich himself rather than serve the people. Once he is gone, the only monument citizens might raise in his honor is a portable toilet—which explains his rush to build monuments glorifying himself.

Trump’s vanity projects—the Great Triumphal Arch, the billion-dollar ballroom, the billion-dollar plane gifted by the Qatari government, and the renovations to the Reflecting Pool—will serve only as reminders of how he wasted taxpayer money to honor himself.

Trump is a steaming pile of human shit, and everything he touches turns to shit, and his shitty monuments will outlast him, and serve to warn future generations not to elect such a shitty president.