Author: robertpaulreyes

Harris Laughs While Trump Implodes

Since July 21, 2024, when the somnolent Joe Biden finally read the writing on the wall and dropped out of the race and endorsed his vice-president Kamala Harris, she has exploded into a supernova that has eclipsed the star power of one Donald J. Trump.

The stars have aligned in her favor, and she has surged in the polls, dominated social media, energized the Democratic base, hauled in tons of cash, and garnished support from almost every Democratic leader and even a handful of Republican heavyweights.

Trump is seething with rage and envy as he sees Harris dominate the news cycles and become a social media star. He is like a dervish on crack, posting increasingly inflammatory posts on Truth Social trying to regain the attention of the mainstream media.

Kamala’s message of joy and hope trumps Trump’s message of gloom and doom, and the 78-year-old sociopath senses that his time in the spotlight may be ending soon.

The September 10 debate may be Trump’s last chance to reclaim the spotlight, and God only knows what the erratic, desperate and senile old man will do.

My advice for Harris is to ignore Trump’s race-baiting, name-calling and string of lies during the debate and for the rest of the campaign. She can just smile and laugh and promote her positive agenda for the American public while Trump implodes.

Woman Who Got ‘Trump’ Tattoo on Forehead Now Wants to Remove it

Rain Monroe, 21, is the type of woman Trump would love to grab by her pussy, she is young, beautiful, blond, and dumb evidenced by the fact that she tattooed “Trump” in bold letters on her forehead.

Trump properties have his name on their signage. He considers women his property and if he could get away with it, he would force Melania, his trophy wife, to tattoo his name on her forehead.

Monroe achieved her 15 minutes of fame by tattooing the disgraced ex-president’s name on her forehead, but now she is sick of the backlash and tired of being a subject of ridicule.

Monroe, a social media influencer (of course) is using her Instagram account to beg for money to remove her offensive tattoo.

Bitch, please! Nobody forced you to deface your beautiful face; you made your bed, now lie in it. Do not expect your Instagram followers to pay for your stupidity.

Trump is a serial sexual predator, found guilty of rape in a civil trial. Monroe should make amends by breaking open her own back account to pay for her tattoo to be removed, and by condemning the misogynist Trump and supporting Kamala Harris.

JD Vance is a Mean Jerk

Donald Trump is a manifestly vicious, nasty, petty, and vindictive little man, but his supporters and sycophants find these odious traits endearing and inspiring. Every vile comment and every ridiculous statement that emanates from his sphincter-shaped mouth is treated as the Gospel truth by his disciples.

White evangelicals are every bit as fascist and disgusting as their orange messiah.

Trump chose JD Vance as his running mate over the objections of his trusted aides, and in short order he has become the most disliked vice-presidential candidate in history.

Vance is on a mission from God to remain in the good graces of his boss by spouting hate on every campaign stop. He has an audience of one, and Trump feeds off the hateful energy of his underlings.

Not to belabor the point, but JD Vance is a mean asshole, and he is even turning off the MAGA base. Trumpers love when Trump waxes evil because they believe he can do no wrong, but Vance does not enjoy the same dispensation to be an evil jerk.

Vance was a deplorable jackass before he became part of Trump’s orbit, being in the former president’s orbit has only magnified his fiendishness and degeneracy.  

Vance is every bit an abomination as his Dear Leader, but America is sick and tired of the bad vibes, and the Trump ticket is destined for defeat. This will mean the end of the 78-year-old Trump’s political career, and it will mean the end of the 40-year-old Vance’s career before it really got started.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

JD Vance’s Disqualifying Haircut

A myriad essays have been written about Donald Trump’s striking and disturbing countenance. Trump slathers on orange tan lotion on his weathered mug leaving pale circles around his eyes that give him the appearance of a feral raccoon. Then there is the obscene sphincter-shaped mouth that makes him look like a demon that just escaped from the pit of hell. But it is his infernal hairstyle that defies gravity, offends aesthetics, and scares the bejesus out of little children that keeps me up at night. Pundits, politicians, and preachers ponder why the billionaire former president carefully cultivates a coiffure that looks like cotton candy dipped in a Russian hooker’s urine.

I never imagined that any other politician, let alone Trump’s running mate, would ever don a hairstyle that could compete with the former president. But there has never been a weirder vice-presidential candidate than JD Vance. The couch-fucking freak is saying, “hold my beer, take a gander at my haircut.”

Social media has been horrified by the photo of a new haircut by JD Vance. Who cut his hair, his inbred aunt stricken with glaucoma and cataracts?

The unruly clump of hair atop his dome, with no gradation to the rest of his hair, is not a great look for anyone and certainly not for someone running for vice-president.

Vance’s hairdo looks normal from the front, but from the back it looks like the devil himself styled his hair.

Thank God sofas aren’t sentient creatures, imagine if you will, getting humped by a mean and weird a-hole with such an insane hairdo?

National Dog Day

I am an unapologetic misanthrope. I believe organized religion is a curse and a blight on humanity, but there may be some truth to the Calvinist belief in the total depravity of man. History is a record of our incorrigible inhumanity towards each other and our fellow creatures. In short, I would be averse to celebrating National Humanity Day. (if such a holiday existed)

Today is National Dog Day and it is celebrated every year on August 26 and is dedicated to the love of man’s best friend. Though I am loath to celebrate National Humanity Day, I enthusiastically celebrate National Dog Day.

Canines exude love, loyalty and loveliness, and humans have a natural affinity for these furry angels. I would never deduce that a total stranger is a “good man” or a “good woman”, there’s always something offsetting about even the best of us. But I do not know how many times I’ve petted a pooch I’ve just met and told him, “Good Boy.”

Dogs are our better angels, and they bring out the best in us. I find it difficult to trust people, but I tend to give the benefit of the doubt to a person who owns a dog or a cat. If humanity is ever successful in climbing out of its moral cesspool it will be because we learn to value and love our fellow animals. A dog will lead us to salvation.

Evangelical Movies are Cheesy & Cringey

“An overwhelming majority of Protestants view Christian movies as effective evangelism tools even as most churchgoers remain hesitant about sharing such films with their non-Christian friends, a new survey reveals.

When asked if they viewed Christian movies as effective evangelism tools, 81% of respondents answered in the affirmative.”

ChrsitianPost.Com

So-called “faith movies” or “Christian movies” are cringy, corny and cheesy and a total waste of money and time for a non-Christian who is corralled into watching them by their evangelical friends or family.

Christian movies are so bad that evangelicals rarely invite non-believers to watch them, because they instinctively know that they will be repulsed by the propagandist nature of these paint-by-the-numbers flicks.

Producers of Christian movies know that their core audience sees things in black and white, therefore they avoid any trace of nuance or subtlety. In fact, these flicks have all the subtlety of a sermon delivered by a fire and brimstone evangelist.

The “stars” of these motion pictures are washed-up actors like Jim Caviezel, Kirk Cameron, Stephen Baldwin, Kevin Sorbo and John Schneider.

I would rather watch a North Korean propaganda film than a Christian movie.

JD Vance’s Donut Shop Visit Awkward as Hell

Americans identify with Homer Simpson’s love for donuts. His orgasmic delight in gobbling his favorite pink frosted donuts with multicolored sprinkles is a metaphor for our urge for instant gratification with products of dubious nutritious values.

JD Vance’s campaign team thought that orchestrating a photo op at a donut shop would be a perfect way to demonstrate that he is a normal guy, and not a weird asshole.

JD Vance’s interaction with workers at a donut shop went epically awry.

After looking at the donut display case, he said: “I’m JD Vance, I’m running for vice president, good to see you.” “OK” is the only response from the employee. She was not impressed with her weird customer and wanted the interaction with him to be as brief as possible.

When a regular guy enters a donut shop, he mutters “mmm donuts” and orders his favorite donut. Only a weird character would ask for an assortment of “whatever makes sense.”

Vance has also gone viral for comments about Diet Mountain Dew and Swiss cheese on a cheesesteak sub restaurant in Philadelphia.

His comments about subjects that have nothing to do with food are even weirder. Witness his comment about our country being “run by childless cat ladies” and his belief that people with children should be rewarded extra votes.

The only way that this photo op could have gone worse is if the shop had a couch and he decided to have carnal relations with the couch instead of ordering donuts.

Barack Obama Destroys Trump with Quip about his Weird Obsession with Crowd Sizes

Tuesday night the rock stars of the Democratic Party, Barack and Michelle Obama, were at center stage and they didn’t disappoint.

Michelle Obama was up first and the former first lady delivered a blistering address, taking roundhouse punches at disgraced former President Trump, while rarely naming the steaming pile of human shit.

Former President Barack Obama was eloquent and inspirational appealing to our better angels to rise above the divisiveness and chaos in large part created by Trump.

But with this punchline, demonstrating the timing of a professional comic he eviscerated his nemesis:

“Here is a 78-year-old billionaire who has not stopped whining about his problems since he rode down his golden escalator nine years ago. There’s the childish nicknames, the crazy conspiracy theories, this weird obsession with crowd sizes.”

In Obama’s ferocious takedown of Trump, he used the word “weird” that has come to define the former president, his running mate and his MAGA supporters. Trump is many things, racist, cruel, vindictive, petty, obscene, and infantile, but it is a weird vibe that permeates all these vices.  

Obama is spot on, the blithering idiot has not stopped whining since he rode down his golden escalator, and we are sick and tired of the whining incontinent toddler.

Enough with his juvenile nicknames, the weird conspiracy theories, and his weird obsession with crowd sizes.

When Obama made the crack about weird obsession with crowd sizes, he made a suggestive gesture that left no doubt that he was mocking Trump’s tiny mushroom-shaped penis.

Thank you, Barack Obama, the nation owes you a debt of gratitude for destroying Trump with one epic broadside.

‘Evangelicals for Harris’ May Tip Scales in favor of Kamala Harris

“We certainly didn’t have ‘Evangelicals for Harris’ on our 2024 bingo card, but apparently it’s a real thing. The group hosted a Zoom call yesterday evening with… 40,000 people. Not only that, but it’s also started rolling out an attack ad against Donald Trump targeting Christian voters in swing states, urging them to read their Bibles before casting their ballots for the thrice-married, 34-time convicted felon/fraudster/sexual abuser who doesn’t go to church.”

Queerty.Com

Ever since his first presidential run in 2015 Donald Trump has held white evangelicals in the palms of his freakishly small hands. He takes their votes for granted, indeed as their messiah, he takes their donations and slavish devotion to him for granted as well.

Vice President Kamala Harris is surging in the polls, and in less than a month she has managed to overtake Trump in popularity in the swing states. The electorate is embracing the normalcy and gaiety of the Harris campaign, and some formerly Trump loyalists are jumping of the Trump train and joining Harris’ crusade to save democracy. With the sociopath’s numbers plunging, he can’t afford to lose the support of any white evangelicals.

“Evangelicals for Harris” isn’t a parody, it’s a real thing. The initial ad from “Evangelicals for Harris” is urging evangelicals to “read their Bibles before casting their ballots for the thrice-married, 34-time convicted felon/fraudster/sexual abuser who doesn’t go to church.”

If evangelicals read the damn Bible instead of using it as a cudgel to beat anyone who doesn’t share their Neanderthal views they might reconsider their support for the amoral orange degenerate.

If only a hundred thousand evangelicals experience an epiphany after reading the Good Book and forsake the evil Trump and change their allegiance to Harris it might make the difference in a close election.

The vast majority of brainwashed white evangelicals will support Trump no matter what, but I’m hoping that the efforts of “Evangelicals for Harris” will siphon off enough votes to give her the victory.

Kamalanomenon: Kamala Harris is a Pop Culture Phenomenon

Before Kamala Harris became the Democratic presidential nominee, she was considered a political lightweight with a penchant for tossing word salads and cackling like a witch on crack. She had little respect, little influence, and the gravitas of a flea.

But when President Joe Biden dropped out of the race and endorsed her, she consolidated her power in lightning speed to the extent that no one challenged her for the nomination, and her most formidable rivals quickly endorsed her.

Kamala’s first major decision as a presidential nominee was a masterstroke, she chose the affable, personable everyman Tim Walz as her running mate. Harris who laughs at the drop of a dime and Walz who always has a smile dancing on his lips are political heavyweights and a pop culture phenomenon known as Kamalanomenon.

The Joe Biden presidential campaign was on life support, but the Kamala Harris campaign is on fire. Her rallies fill arenas, her campaign coffers are overflowing, and millions are signing up as volunteers.

The joyful duo is steamrolling the mean weirdos in the polls and in the affection of the electorate. Harris is dominating the news cycles as well as the social media buzz, she’s the hotting thing in pop culture. I am all in on Kamalanomenon, I have a Harris sign and garden flag on my front porch. If you want to save our democracy from the likes of Trump and Vance, you need to get with the program and do everything in your power to elect Kamala Harris and Tim Walz.

Tim Walz is Right, Donald Trump & JD Vance are so Weird

Minnesota Governor Tim Walz and newly minted running mate of Vice President Kamala Harris is the embodiment of normalcy. The former schoolteacher and high school football coach is as American as apple pie and as normal and welcoming as your favorite auto mechanic, school crossing guard and neighborhood mail carrier. With his bald pate, beer belly and bubbly demeanor he is as approachable and likeable as your beloved pastor or favorite bartender. He exudes goodness, harmony, and decency, in short, he is a good egg.

Serial sexual predator Donald Trump and his couch-humping running mate JD Vance are bad eggs who exude corruption, criminality, and creepiness. They are plain weird.

Trump is infamous for christening his political opponents with nasty nicknames and cruel adjectives describing their personas.

After a decade of Trump’s criminality, pathological lying, temper tantrums, unhinged rants, and spreading of conspiracy theories, we have become accustomed to his strange behavior.

It took a normal guy to remind us that Trump is weird, it is Walz who first called Republicans weird, and that adjective has stuck. It has unleashed a million memorable memes and viral moments.

A trans-hating conservative who has a penchant for wearing eyeliner, dressing in drag, and having intimate relations with a couch is just freaking weird.

A morbidly obese septuagenarian cursed with a mouth that resembles a sphincter, doll size hands, and raccoon eyes and yet has the nerve to criticize the personal appearance of women is just freaking weird.

Let’s make America Normal Again, let’s kick Donald Trump and his Mini-Me JD Vance to the curb.

What America needs now, more than ever, is the normalcy of Kamala Harris and her astounding running mate Tim Walz.

Kamala Harris and Tim Walz are Spreading the Joy

When Vice President Kamala Harris, dubbed “Laffin’ Kamala” by Trump, was considering whom to anoint as her running mate, there was a deep bench of qualified contenders: astronaut hero Sen. Mark Kelly, straight from central casting California Governor Gavin Newsom, wildly popular Pennsylvania Governor Josh Shapiro, and youthful Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear, to name a few.

Harris did not go for ideological or geological balance, instead she doubled down on the joy factor. Harris, who will burst into laughter at the drop of a dime, chose Minnesota Governor Tim Walz, who is renowned for his jovial demeanor. Walz is the quintessential happy warrior whose enthusiastic nature never dims even when interacting with the political opposition.

During the vetting process Harris and Walz clicked, they shared the same gleeful vibe. Their cheerfulness is infectious, and their campaign rallies match Trump’s in crowd size, and exceed his in exuberance and exultation. These joyful warriors are drowning out Trump’s gloom and doom with their hopeful vision of liberty and freedom for everyone, including racial, religious, and sexual minorities.

When I consider these gleeful politicians not only do I feel motivated to vote for them, but I wish I could hug them and share in their rapture.

It is with a sense of elation that I will vote the Harris/Walz ticket.

Tim Walz ‘Tampon Tim’ for Vice President

“As governor of Minnesota, Tim Walz, now Democratic presidential nominee Kamala Harris’ running mate, signed a bill into law requiring school districts to place tampons and pads in girls’ bathrooms in schools serving grades 4-12.

The law required tampons to be placed in all school bathrooms, including the boys’ room.

Detroit Free Press

Tim Walz is the quintessential suburban dad you don’t mind sharing a beer with and discussing sports, current events, or even politics.

With his white hair, bald pate, beer belly and jovial expression, you would expect him to be a postal worker, auto mechanic or a baker, instead of a politician.

Republicans are desperate to produce a credible attack line against such a pleasant character; how can you denigrate a gentleman with such an impressive Resume: former teacher, high school football coach, and 24 years of military service?

The best they can do is dub him “Tampon Tim” for signing a bill requiring schools to place free tampons and pads in all bathrooms, including boys’ bathrooms, for the convenience of trans students.

I applaud Walz for signing this bill into law, it demonstrates his empathy for all female students and especially those who may not have the financial resources to afford female sanitary products.

And it’s not a federal crime or a mortal sin for a tampon dispenser to be placed in a boys’ restroom. It’s an acknowledgement that there may be trans or binary students who use the boys’ restroom.

I’m voting for “Tampon Tim”, I can count on him to represent all Americans, including sexual, religious and racial minorities.

Cowardly Donald Trump Afraid to Debate Kamala Harris

Donald Trump’s debate performance against Joe Biden was as chaotic, confusing, and just plain crazy as his typical MAGA rally diatribe. He spewed falsehoods without real-time fact-checking from the moderators or his opponent. He refused to back down from his vow to seek retribution, refused to condemn the January 6 insurrectionists and refused to say that he would accept the results of the 2024 election if he lost.

However, history will record Trump as the undisputed winner of the debate because his opponent was a cognitively impaired, physical frail, living skeleton who stared into space with mouth agape when Trump was speaking, and uttered gibberish when it was his turn to speak.

Biden’s debate performance was so dreadful that Democratic leaders forced him to drop out of the race. Before Biden dropped out Trump boasted that he would love to debate Biden again, anytime, and anyplace.

But now that he is facing a much younger Kamala Harris Trump is scared shitless about another debate. He backed out of a debate that had already been set to run on ABC.

Now Trump is saying that he will only debate Harris on Trump-friendly Fox News in a setting that will include a MAGA audience that will cheer any lie, obscenity and nonsense that emanates from his sphincter-shaped mouth.

What happened to “I will debate my opponent anytime, anywhere”? Harris insists she will show up for the previously scheduled ABC debate, and if the cowardly Trump does not show up, she will debate an empty chair.

The orange clown has a yellow stripe a mile wide. He should man up, don his big boy diapers and debate Harris on ABC.

Jimmy Carter Says He’s Holding on to Vote for Kamala Harris

“Former President Jimmy Carter told family that as he approaches his milestone 100th birthday this fall that he’s holding on to vote in the presidential election.

‘I’m only trying to make it to vote for Kamala Harris,’ Carter told his son Chip this week, according to the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.

Carter, who turns 100 on Oct. 1, has been receiving hospice care for over a year.”

USA Today

Jimmy Carter is a former president, a Nobel peace Prize laureate, a humanitarian, and a Habitat for Humanity volunteer who helped build thousands of homes.

He is also an evangelical Christian, but don’t hold that again him, he is nothing like the Christian nationalist evangelicals who support Donald Trump.

The humble man from Plains, Georgia is a devout Baptist who has been teaching Sunday School most of his adult life, and he is the only American president who taught Sunday School while in office.

Carter is a strong believer in the separation of church and state. As president, he refused to hold prayer breakfasts in the White House. He rolled up his sleeves to build homes for the homeless, but he did not wear religion on his sleeves.

Most historians consider Carter a mediocre president, but his post presidency has been extraordinary. He established the Carter Center to wage peace, fight disease, and to monitor elections all over the world to safeguard democracy.

Carter’s list of accomplishments is long and illustrious, but he’s holding on to vote for Kamala Harris.

If a 99-year-old man in hospice is planning on voting for Kamala Harris, you have no excuses for not defending democracy by voting for Harris this November.

Kamala Harris Will Have the Last Laugh

Vice President Kamala Harris has an impressive political resume, and she is policy oriented in her stump speeches. She has made abortion central to her candidacy for president as Republicans struggle to defend their archaic views on the issue.

Republicans have not focused on her solid qualifications or her well-articulated policies as much as they have zeroed in on her laughter. Granted Harris has a distinctive laugh that can more accurately be described as a cackle, but it is a joke that her joyful persona is attacked and ridiculed.

Black women cannot express any emotion without being ridiculed by racist conservatives. When Black women, especially politicians like Michelle Obama, speak out against the injustices and obstacles that African Americans face, they are labeled “angry Black women.”

When Harris cackles as an expression of her joy or amusement she is demonized and mocked for her merriment. Republicans do not want black women to express any emotion, they would prefer them to remain silent and compliant.

How can any woman of color, especially a politician, remain silent in the face of institutionalized racism, police brutality against Black people, and the GOP platform that would take us back to the 1950’s?

Donald Trump has christened Harris with a new nickname, “laughing Kamala.” “You can tell a lot by a laugh,” said the sociopath who never laughs. “She’s crazy, she’s nuts.”

There is nothing new under the sun, women who laughed too much in the 19th century were diagnosed with hysteria.

America needs less of Trump’s venom and vile and more of Harris’ laughter and good cheer.

Get used to Kamala’s cackle you racist idiots, Kamala will have the last laugh when she wins this November.

I’ve Fallen in Love with Cackling Kamala Harris

Kamla Harris is no lightweight, she has an impressive resume: District Attorney of San Francisco, Attorney General of California, Senator of California, Vice President under Biden, and hopefully her distinguished political career will culminate as President of the United States.

Republicans denigrate this formidable woman as a kooky liberal with an obsession with Venn Diagrams, coconuts, and yellow school buses. Although she is an eloquent speaker sometimes, she mixes some word salads that make Joe Biden seem like a sharp and eloquent speaker.

I admit that at first, I was not too impressed with Harris, I just could not get past her cackle. I thought to myself if the cackling like a witch on crack did not work for a famous, powerful and connected white woman like Hillary Clinton, it sure as hell isn’t going to work for a Black/Indian woman.

But I was blown over by Harris’ impressive campaign rollout, in a matter of days she solidified support to the extent that no candidate emerged to challenge her for the Democratic nomination.

I am even getting used to her cackle; I love her cackle. Her cackle sooths and warms my soul, I will cackle along with her when she clobbers Trump this November.

Donald Trump: ‘I’m Not a Christian’

If you told a rational and normal person that Donald Trump is not a Christian, he would most likely respond: No shit! You do not have to be a rocket scientist or a theologian to deduce that a pathological liar, serial adulterer, sexual predator, convicted fraudster, blatant racist and wannabe dictator is not a Christian. In fact, if a Democrat presidential nominee possessed all of these grievous traits evangelicals would think he was the antichrist.

Not only do evangelicals think Trump is a Christian, but they worship him as messiah, accepting every obscenity, lie and absurdity that emanates from his sphincter-shaped mouth as the Gospel truth.

Evangelicals accept Trump as one of their own even though he almost never attends church, and he has never claimed to be born again or an evangelical.

At the Turning Point Believers’ Summit in West Palm Beach made the following statement to raucous applause.

“I love you, my Christians, I’m not Christian. Get out and vote. Just this time. You’ll never have to do it again. We will have it fixed.”

This is one of the rare times when Trump spoke the truth. He loves evangelicals the same way that a con artist loves marks. How can the golden calf not love the cash cow?

Whether unintentionally or not, Trump finally admitted that he’s not a Christian. Evangelicals are so used to applauding any nonsense that their orange messiah utters that it’s not surprising that they clapped when he admitted that he’s not a Christian.

Trump told his evangelical audience that if they vote for him, they will never have to vote again. Trump has already said that he will be a dictator from day one, and if he returns to power, he will turn our democracy into a white Christian nationalist dictatorship, and there will be no more elections.

Trump told the evangelicals at the Believers’ Summit exactly who he is, but they are so brainwashed that they will still vote for him.

Franklin Graham: ‘God Saved Trump’

On the final night of Trump con aka the Republican National Convention, evangelical huckster Franklin Graham prayed for Donald Trump. “God spared his life”, he said alluding to the assassination attempt on his Orange Messiah five days earlier.

The last night of the convention featured the likes of ageing wrestler Hulk Hogan, Ultimate Fighting Championship CEO Dana White, dumb-ass Kid Rock, and the aforementioned Franklin Graham. “Birds of a feather flock together.”

As Graham surveyed the sea of white Republicans with their red MAGA hats, he pandered to the audience by proclaiming that “God spared Trump.”

Trump’s prayer is wrong on so many levels. In the first place, what was a “man of God” doing praying for an amoral psychopath, in a political convention that demonized immigrants, Democrats and trans people?

To say that the Almighty altered the trajectory of a bullet to save the life of a convicted felon, serial adulterer, rapist, pathological liar, fraudster, and raving lunatic is to impugn the character and wisdom of God.

If God saved the steaming pile of human shit known as Trump but allowed a bullet to explode the head of a volunteer firefighter who shielded his family with his own body, then I do not want anything to do with Franklin Graham’s God.

A true man of God, a genuine prophet would have attended the Republican National Convention only to pray that Trump and his supporters would repent from their wickedness.

The Racist Backlash Against Kamala Harris Begins

When President Joe Biden finally came to his senses and dropped his re-election bid, and enthusiastically endorsed his vice president, Kamala Harris, it immediately energized the Democratic base who were thrilled to have a much younger politician as their standard bearer.

At the same time, it panicked Republicans who were expecting a landslide win over the physically frail and cognitively impaired Joe Biden. They could not credibly attack Harris’ impressive resume as a former district attorney of San Francisco, Attorney General of California, Senator of California, and her stint as vice president under Biden, so they resorted to their go-to strategy of attacking her gender and race.

Rep. Tim Burchett, R-Tenn., called Harris a “DEI vice president” on social media, referring to workplace policies that promote diversity, equity, and inclusion. Affixing the DEI label on a Black politician is equivalent to calling them the N-word.

And this morning on “Fox and Friends” Brian Kilmeade exposed his racism by complaining that Harris would not be attending Netanyahu’s joint session of Congress with this racist diatribe:

“She will not show up for the Prime Minister’s joint session of Congress…She’d rather address in the summer a sorority, a colored sorority, like she can’t get outta that!”

Referring to a distinguished and historic African American sorority as “colored” is reprehensible and blatantly racist.

Many Democratic senators and congresspersons, and even some Republicans will not attend the Netanyahu shit show because they refuse to honor the indicted and corrupt leader of Israel who is committing genocide against the Palestinians.

I applaud Harris for skipping the Netanyahu circus, and that is just one of a hundred reasons why I’m voting for her.

Things are going to get a lot uglier as Harris climbs in the polls, and the only way to smash this racism is by making sure she wins.

Vote!

Biden Must Be Forced to Drop Out

In a perfect world Joe Biden and Donald Trump would be antagonists in a nursing home where their words and actions would not impact anyone outside the sterile walls of their institution.

Biden yells at Trump: No Joke! You are full of malarky. You aren’t the king of me, and you aren’t the king of this rest home. I rid America of super predators and defeated Corn Pop, King of the projects. I am Dark Brandon, Lord of the Universe!

Trump responds: This rest home should be named after me! I have the best brain in the world, the likes of which the world has never seen. I am the Grand Poobah of all I survey, witness how the peasants rush to change my diapers!

The world is far from perfect, and in the waning days of our democracy two extremely imperfect politicians are running for the most exalted office, president of the United States and Leader of the Free World.

Trump is a delusional and demented psychopath who seethes over every perceived injustice and whose syphilis-infected brain is set on retribution and revenge.

Biden is a delusional and demented octogenarian who seethes over every politician, pundit and reporter who acknowledges the truth that his brain is oatmeal and that he is way past his expiration date.

Biden and Trump have one common deficiency, stubbornness. In his third presidential run Trump is the undisputed leader of the GOP, Congressional Republicans and the Republican National Convention serve only to do his bidding. But when Trump ran for president in 2015, he was the outsider, the reality show celeb, the buffoon billionaire, and everyone thought he was running only to burnish his brand. The Republican establishment, the media (conservative and liberal), the intelligentsia and even most evangelicals were against him. But his stubbornness and egotistical belief in himself prevailed against all odds.

President Joe Biden, 81, has spent his entire adult life in politics. After 50 years in public service, and a couple of failed presidential campaigns, he finally became president in 2020.

General stubbornness is a hallmark of dementia, and Biden is too stubborn to relinquish his power even though he is incapable of uttering a complete sentence or exiting a stage after delivering an incoherent speech.

Biden is stubborn as hell. He won’t listen to the polls. He won’t listen to the chorus of Congressional Democrats who are urging him to drop out. He won’t listen to the pundits and editorial boards of mainstream newspapers who are begging him to quit. He won’t listen to Nancy Pelosi, and he won’t even listen to Barack Obama, who was the messiah of the Democratic Party before Donald Trump was the messiah of the Republican Party. He’s still bitter that Obama pushed him aside for Queen Hillary in 2015. He won’t even listen to Corn Pop if he came back from the dead and he threatened to cut off his sagging balls if he doesn’t quit.

Trump is a delusional psychopath who is morally, physically, and intellectually unfit for office, but no power on Earth can stop him from reclaiming his throne. His MAGA followers share his delusion that he has been divinely anointed to return to power.

 Biden is a delusional octogenarian who is physically and mentally unfit for office, and he will drop out only if the Lord God Almighty comes down to the White House to give him his pink slip. But God hasn’t made any house calls since Old Testament days. Democrats don’t share his delusion, according to polls about 65 percent of Democrats don’t want him to run for reelection.

What can save us from the nightmare of a second Trump administration? I’m not depending on the good Lord to knock some sense into Biden, and I’m not placing my hopes on an assassin with better aim.

Biden must be forced to drop out by any means necessary, it is incumbent upon every Democratic leader who cares about preserving our democracy to publicly urge Biden to quit. If all else fails, there’s always the 25th amendment.

New York Magazine Sparks Outrage for Cover Featuring Biden and Trump in Their Underwear

New York Magazine’s new cover depicts Donald Trump and Joe Biden, standing on scales in nothing but clean white underwear.

The current “Health” issue, featuring medical news and breakthroughs, and in particular Joe Biden’s physical and mental deterioration.

There is outrage on social media, with many calling the controversial cover disgusting, disturbing, and demeaning.

My take? Bitch, please! Neither of these presidential candidates is worthy of respect and deference. Trump is a pathological liar, sexual predator, convicted felon, and failed insurrectionist and Biden is a decrepit and demented walking corpse who refuses to drop out of the race even if it means that not only will he lose to Trump, but his presence at the top of the ticket will result in Republicans hanging on to the House and gaining control of the Senate.

The cover shows Trump wearing tighty whities and Biden sporting white boxers. This illustration is sanitized beyond imagination, and neither Trump nor Biden supporters should be complaining. The fact is that they both wear diapers smeared with feces, drenched in urine, and soaked in sweat.

When I look at the cover I’m disgusted and disturbed, not because of the graphic nature of the illustration. I’m appalled that the greatest democracy in the world couldn’t come up with better presidential candidates than these two sick douche bags.

Jill Biden is an Evil Ventriloquist Who Will Never Allow Her Dummy Joe Biden to Drop Out

Joe Biden is a career politician, he became a senator at the tender age of 30, the minimum age to become a senator, and almost fifty years later at age of 78 he became the President of the United States.  

Politics is the lifeblood of Biden, he loves campaigning, shaking hands of constituents, kissing babies, and groping young girls. Despite his life-long struggle with stuttering, his penchant for making gaffes and in his later years his battle with dementia, he loves making stump speeches and interacting with the press.

But most of all he loves the power and prestige of the presidency. Power is an intoxicating elixir, and it’s the potion that’s keeping the decrepit octogenarian alive.

Biden is loath to relinquish his death grip on power, he seems to know that retirement from politics means that he will soon meet his maker.

Like a baby holding on to his bottle or a drunk gripping his bottle of cheap wine, Biden refuses to drop out of the race, even though at some level, despite his dementia, he must know that he would lose in a landslide to Donald Trump.

Unfortunately, Biden’s closet aides are his power-hungry wife Jill Biden and his reprobate son, Hunter Biden. Joe Biden has mush for brains, it’s his wife in coordination with his staff who really run the White House.

Jill Biden is the ventriloquist who speaks through her dummy, the decrepit octogenarian who suffers from dementia, Joe Biden. And the dummy is insisting that he will never drop out of the presidential race.

Therefore, it’s incumbent upon Democratic leaders to save us from the nightmare of a second Trump term, and force Joe Biden to drop out, by any means necessary.

Rest in Peace Richard Simmons, Queen of the Fitness Gurus

Richard Simmons was almost 300 pounds when he graduated from high school. None of his peers, friends or family would have imagined that this pudgy nerd would grow up to be one of the most famous fitness gurus.

No other fitness celebrity looked like Richard Simmons, he did not possess the steroids- enhanced muscularity of a Arnold Schwarzenegger or the macho persona of a Chuck Norris. He looked like the average guy who works out in the hopes of keeping in shape, and not becoming a hulky babe magnet.

And no one in his wildly popular exercise videos looked like jocks or fitness queens. The people working out in his “Sweating to the Oldies” videos were overweight regular folks that you might meet at the supermarket, laundromat, or fast-food joint.

But there was one quality that made Richard Simmons stand out, his flamboyantly gay vibe. Simmons never came out, but you did not need gaydar to deduce that he did not cultivate a primarily female following because he was sexually attracted to them.

Simmons was instantly recognizable in his short shorts, shaved and oiled legs, frizzly hair, and sparkly tank tops, or were they halter tops?

Simmons was sexually ambiguous before it was cool to be part of the LGBTQ community. He never marched in a Pride parade, but he flew his freak flag high, and sashayed to the tune of his own drummer.

RIP Richard Simmons. I’m sure that you are sweating to the oldies with the apostles, prophets and angels in heaven.

Biden Makes Epic Gaffe in His ‘Big Boy’ Press Conference

White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre billed President Joe Biden’s first press conference in eight months as his “Big Boy” presser. In preparation for his big moment, I am sure the octogenarian girded his loins with his Big Boy diapers, swallowed a double shot of Geritol, and uttered a quick Hail Mary.

But it seems that the Virgin Mary and even God Almighty Himself cannot unscramble Biden’s dementia-impaired brain.

In an ominous portent of things to come, shortly before his momentous question and answer session, he mistakenly referred to Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky as President Putin when introducing him at a NATO event.

The geriatric gaffe-prone commander-in-chief started his gabfest by referring to Kamala Harris as “Vice President Trump,” thereby providing Donald Trump with more ammunition to use against him.

Biden’s much-anticipated press conference was not an unmitigated disaster like his debate with Donald Trump, but it did little to quell the fears that he is mentally unfit to serve another four years in the Oval Office. Biden said ‘anyway’ repeatedly when he lost his train of thought or forgot what he was going to say. “Anyway” is shorthand for “please forgive me I’m having another Senior Moment.”

A hundred mediocre press conference performances are incapable of making us forget his disastrous debate.

I am hoping and praying for one more speech from Biden, an announcement that he is not seeking reelection.