Turning Point Builds Tent Replica of where Charlie Kirk was Assassinated so Fans Can Take Selfies

“The tent where Charlie Kirk was shot dead was rebuilt at the latest Turning Point USA rally so fans could take selfies.

Streams of people posing inside the tent which looked similar to the one Kirk was sitting in front of before he was shot dead.”

Metro

Charlie Kirk is the most revered martyr of neofascist MAGA evangelicals. These cultists have rejected the kind and gentle Jesus Christ and embraced the vile and vicious Donald Trump as their new Savior.

Kirk was an online provocateur who was as racist, homophobic, misogynist and hateful as Trump. His Christian veneer hardly covered his diabolic heart. In short, he was a pile of human excrement, and only White Nationalist vermin shed a tear when he was assassinated.

During the most recent Turning Point USA rally, fans took photos inside a replica of the tent that Kirk had been sitting in front of before he was fatally shot. They took selfies next to photos of their fallen hero.

Rightwing podcaster Megyn Kelly says she has prayed to Kirk so many times to give her guidance since his death.

Charlie Kirk is dead. When he was alive, he was a stinking pile of feces. Now that he is dead, he is a maggot infested corpse. He will not be answering any prayers.  

I am waiting for a replica of Kirk’s grave to be built, so I can pay him proper respect by pissing on his grave.

Trump Goes on Tangent About Melania’s Panties

“The weave” is a term Donald Trump uses to describe his stream-of-consciousness speaking style, characterized by frequently deviating from a central topic to share seemingly unrelated anecdotes before eventually circling back to the original point.

The master weaver’s topic may be immigration, and he’ll give his MAGA cultists plenty of red meat to chew on, demonizing brown and black undocumented persons as rapists, terrorists, and human traffickers. But he will go off on tangents and rhapsodize about the length and girth of Arnold Palmer’s penis, pontificate on windmills causing cancer or ridicule liberal celebrities.

You never know what idiocy, vulgarity or lie will emanate from Trump’s diseased and demented mind.

Trump went on a lengthy tangent about wife Melania Trump’s underwear during his latest rally. While giving a campaign speech in Rocky Mount, N.C., aimed at reassuring his supporters of the strong economy, he addressed inflation and his initiatives to reduce drug prices. He also referenced Melania’s underwear when criticizing the FBI raid on Mar-a-Lago in 2022.

“They went into my wife’s closet… they looked at her drawers. Her undergarments, sometimes referred to as panties, are folded perfectly, wrapped. They’re like, so perfect. I think she steams them.”

WTF! TMI! KMN!

Trump would be well-advised not to speak about his wife’s panties, when there’s documentation that he’s sexually abused women, and rumors that he’s a pedophile. I’m grateful that the FBI didn’t look at Trump’s drawers, I don’t want to read a description of his urine soaked, feces encrusted diapers.

Christopher Anderson Deserves Pulitzer for Vanity Fair Photo of Karoline Leavitt

Christopher Anderson photographed White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt up close for a magazine series featuring interviews with Susie Wiles, the White House chief of staff.

Devout jihadists have a mark on the forehead, it is a dermatological condition caused by the friction and pressure on the forehead repeatedly touching a rough prayer mat, during the act of prostration.

Devout MAGA cultists have a mark on their nose, it is a brownish orange stain caused by repeatedly kissing Trump’s rectum, during an act of prostration.

The instantly iconic Anderson closeup photograph of Leavitt clearly depicts her nose with a brownish tint. Considering that kissing Trump’s ass is a daily humiliation ritual for Leavitt you would think by now she would take prophylactic action, such as wearing a nose guard, to prevent brown stains on her schnoz.

The unvarnished and unfiltered portrait of Leavitt exposed her weathered and wrinkled countenance, befitting a middle-aged woman. She is only 27 years-old, lying and covering up her Dear Leader’s crimes exacts a heavy price on her looks.

The extreme close-up image shows cosmetic injection marks for lip fillers. I would not kiss her fish lips for a million dollars; I am not going risk exposure to Trump’s anorectal bacteria.

Leavitt is still a young woman, and her face can become normal again, if she quits her White House gig, and stops defending the morally and legally indefensible.

Christopher Anderson deserves the Pulitzer Prize for photography.

Donald Trump’s Obituary

In a fit of nihilism and cynicism the American electorate dumped a pile of human excrement on the White House. Nobody had ever seen such an abomination. It was huge! It was spectacular. It was apocalyptic.

Under any other administration, the EPA would have classified the People’s House as a Superfund site because of its major health risks.

The sulfurous stench enveloped the White House, D.C and every nook and cranny of our democracy.

The load of crap had a mouth that looked like a cancerous sphincter, and a neck that looked like a diseased vagina. Despite its ghastly appearance, a group of fluffers and sycophants regularly cleaned its nether regions.

The American public regretted its shitty decision of elevating this low-life piece of manure to the White House, and every day they prayed that the Grim Reaper might take pity on them and back up a dump truck to the White House and haul away the hill of feces.

Today God performed his second greatest gift to humankind and smote the presidential poop.

We have preserved our democracy!  The stench will eventually dissipate, and we will breathe freely once again.

I know that I am not the only patriot who will hire Russian hookers to piss on his grave.

Trump’s Limp-Wristed Coin Toss Shocks Crowd at Army-Navy Game

The coin toss in a football game is a formal procedure conducted before the start of the game and prior to any overtime period to determine which team will kick off to start the half and which goal each team will defend.

The referee tosses the coin into the air, ensuring it rotates end-over-end. The result becomes clear as soon as it lands on the field.

For important games a celebrity, politician, or retired football star performs the ceremonial toss.

The traditional method for beginning a football game is best described as a “coin flip” or “coin flick,” since only flipping or flicking causes the coin to spin end-over-end.

While officiating the customary coin toss at the 126th Army-Navy game, Donald Trump heaved the ceremonial coin as if he were tossing a cow chip at a state fair in Oklahoma or tossing a bean bag at a cornhole competition.

Trump’s grotesquely tiny, bruised doll hands rendered him ill-equipped to perform the ceremonial coin toss. To make matters worse the octogenarian was wearing gloves, further limiting his dexterity.

To the surprise of no one in the crowd, the coin did not rotate, and it landed with a thud. Trump proudly pointed to the place where the coin landed, reminding me of a toddler pointing to the place on the carpet where he pooped.

Trump is a national embarrassment, he should have been tossed out of the football game, right there and then.

US Could Ask Tourists for Five-Year Social Media History Before Entry

“Tourists from dozens of countries including the UK could be asked to provide a five-year social media history as a condition of entry to the United States, under a new proposal unveiled by American officials.

BBC

My blog is an unfiltered stream of unconsciousness where I eviscerate fascist politicians, expose charlatan televangelists and ridicule vacuous celebrities. My subject matter is the worst of humanity, naturally my essays are replete with vulgar metaphors, expletives and R-rated rhetoric.

My social media posts are so inflammatory that in comparison my essays read as if they were written by a 17th century Puritan preacher. If I ever had to submit my social media history from the past five years to enter a country, I’d never be allowed in.

But my social media posts pales in comparison to those of the Twitter-in-Chief, Donald Trump. His most controversial Truth Social posts include QAnon conspiracy theories, sexually explicit insults, calls to prosecute political rivals, AI-generated imagery, threats and intimidation, and pro-Nazi videos.

How hypocritical of the Trump administration to vet foreign tourists by examining their social media accounts. Trump’s Truth Social feed is unhinged vitriol, and the product of a diseased and demented mind. In a perfect world he would be locked in an insane asylum, and he would never be allowed entry into the real world.

I Love My Old Photo Albums

From my infancy all the way to my senior years, my life is chronicled in numerous photo albums. I still buy disposal film cameras so I can continue to memorialize my life in 35m color film.

My dusty photo albums weigh more than a laptop and they contain hundreds of photos compared to a smartphone that can store tens of thousands. But I treasure my photo albums more than the digital images stored in my cell phone.

Snapping a pic using a smartphone is the epitome of instant gratification. In a split second you see the photo, and in less than a minute you can photoshop or AI edit it to perfection.

In the old days you had to take a roll of film to a drug store and wait days or even weeks to get your developed prints back, with no guarantee they would be good. I remember how satisfied and proud I was of my photographic skills when none of my photos were bad due to blurriness, bad framing, poor focus or bad lighting.

Young people take photos of every mundane moment in their daily lives: their breakfast meal, the antics of their pets, their colleagues goofing off, and a gazillion and one selfies.

In the analog age every snapshot cost money, and we were deliberate about every photo we took. Every print in my photo albums documents something worth remembering: my confirmation in the Catholic Church, my high school graduation, and me as a terrified little kid sitting on Santa’s lap.

Every picture tells a story: when I look at a photo of the little house at 250 Willits Street in Daly City where I grew up in, myriad memories of my siblings and I flood my mind.

Y’all can make fun of me all you want for holding on to my photo albums, but I wouldn’t trade them for the latest iteration of the iPhone that can store tens of thousands of images.

Sleepy Don Dead to the World, Please Just Die

Drowsy Don fell asleep on television this week. Has there ever been a week when the octogenarian was not found napping?

This time Donald Trump nodded off in a meeting with the members of his Cabinet. The pool cameras locked on his drowsy face, while his underlings competed for the title of “chief fluffer.”

Imagine the frustration of his Cabinet members as they realized their boss was sound asleep while they were burnishing his ass? Their demeaning, subservient and humiliating performance all for naught.

I am not alarmed that the President of the United States and putative Leader of the Free World was dead to the world during a Cabinet meeting. Topics of national or global importance are seldom addressed, and a Trump Cabinet meeting doesn’t bring to mind momentous gatherings like King Arthur’s Round Table or the 1919 Paris Peace Conference that concluded World War I.

They are more reminiscent of a circle jerk, or a bukkake scene in a porn flick where an adult actress is drenched in bodily fluids.

Do not blame me for using vulgar metaphors when describing the Trump administration, it is impossible for a pundit to cover his fascist regime without resorting to such language.

It is a shame that Trump is counting Z’s while our country is sliding into a dystopian nightmare, but what is worse: Trump sleeping or Trump temporarily awake wreaking havoc?   

Trump’s ‘Blame Biden’ Strategy Losing its Effectiveness

In evangelical theology Satan is not omnipresent, he is a finite, created being and can only be in one place at a time. Yet evangelicals see the devil’s handiwork in everything from an “anti-Christian deep state”, a liberal academia, an “ungodly” entertainment industry, and even their local Homeowners Association that does not allow them to fly a Christian flag.

Evangelicals believe that only God is omnipresent, yet they function as if Satan has his nose in everyone’s business, and millions of God-fearing folks blame the devil for everything that goes wrong in their lives. Failed personal relationships, career setbacks, financial troubles, illnesses, it is all the fault of Lucifer.

MAGA evangelicals have switched their allegiance from Jesus to Trump, the good news of the Gospel for an ideology where cruelty is the point and their bogeyman from Beelzebub to Biden.

President Donald Trump is almost one year into his second term, and he still blames his predecessor Joe Biden for everything from inflation to the Russian invasion of Ukraine, to the crisis in the Middle East, to the recent shooting of two National Guard troops in D.C.

When Trump blames the latest crisis, whether it is political, economic, or geopolitical in nature on Biden, his supporters shout Amen, and reflexively curse the former president.

But there are signs that the “blame Biden” strategy may have run its course. Trump’s polling has declined, with reduced backing from independents and even some MAGA supporters.  

Everyday Trump looks more like a lame duck, and his tirades against Biden sound hollow and desperate.

The United States is currently facing colossal challenges, and Trump has not acknowledged responsibility despite his party’s control of the House, Senate, and Supreme Court.

In a sane world, even Republicans would rebel against Trump’s chaotic, corrupt, and criminal regime, and he would be removed from office via impeachment or implementation of the 25th amendment.

World opinion, the American public and history will not blame Biden for the disastrous mistakes of the Trump administration. When Trump finally leaves office, even MAGA supporters will curse him and not Biden for the disaster he left in his wake.

Trump Pic Sparks Concern He’s at Death’s Door

A recent photograph of President Donald Trump at Mar-a-Lago depicting him with closed eyes and a gaping mouth has gone viral. The image shows the old geezer in a white polo shirt with “President Donald Trump” emblazoned on it, a red cap with “45-47”, and a place card on the table with his title and name.

Has the stable’s genius’ cognitive ability declined to the point where he needs visual reminders of who he is?

Even the Dear Leader’s staunchest fans acknowledge that this pic closely resembles the myriad online photos of former President Joe Biden, now in his eighties, with his mouth open and eyes shut.

Never mind Sleepy Joe, this viral image reminds me of a catatonic Jimmy Carter at his 100th birthday party with his mouth wide open.

A baseball cap and a polo shirt is the quintessential uniform of an old fart who is always in leisure mode and resides in a nursing home. What a national catastrophe that Trump lives in the White House instead of living in retirement at Mar-a-Lago.

This snapshot has sparked concerns that Trump is not well. No shit, he is not well, mentally, physically or spiritually. They shoot horses, don’t they?

‘ShamWow Guy’ Running for Congress

Offer Shlomi, aka Vince Shlomi, aka Vince Offer, is best known as the “ShamWow Guy” from his glory days hawking the infamous ultra-absorbent ShamWow towel. His infomercials were ubiquitous in the aughts, especially in late night hours.

ShamWow towels were not total frauds; they did absorb a surprisingly large amount of liquid. However, they earned the label “sham” because they did not fully deliver on their sensational promises.

The ShamWow dude is tailor-made for infomercials, televangelism, or politics. He was destined to be a MAGA politician. He has the perfect resume and profile for a Republican candidate: he looks sleazy, has a shady background (he engaged in a brawl with a sex worker in a hotel room), and he is a political novice. He would fit in perfectly with Trump’s carnival of freaks like Kash Patel, Pam Bondi, Tom Homan, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Laura Loomer, JD Vance, Stephen Miller, Kristi Noem, and JD Vance.

The sleazy shyster has filed to run in Texas’ GOP primary, challenging Republican Rep. John Carter, 84, who is seeking another term after more than 20 years in office.

I predict that the ShamWow guy, a spring chicken compared to his octogenarian opponent, will wipe the floor with Carter.

I cannot wait to see his political commercials, they are destined to become classics, just like his infomercials.

Text, Don’t Call

My small house stands out with its welcoming blue color scheme, tasteful exterior ornaments, and a large tree that invites neighbors to say hello as I relax on the porch swing. My humble abode has curb appeal in abundance, but solicitors and even Jehovah’s Witnesses rarely darken my door, and it has been over a decade since kids came trick or treating.

Once upon a time, calling someone was normal and dropping by unannounced was fine. In the digital age people communicate via texting and emojis, and we panic if someone has the audacity to call us, or God forbid, knock on our door announced.

I get annoyed when my phone rings and wonder who skipped texting and called, which I think should be reserved for emergencies. Unfortunately, my sister, whose first impulse is always to call, does not read my essays.

When someone knocks on my door, especially if it is after the sun goes down, I go into panic mode. Is it a serial killer, a home invader, an ICE agent? I recently bought a Ring doorbell, now I can at least see who has invaded my comfort zone, and if the figure appears even slightly menacing, I will silently pray that he will walk away.

I appreciate that I was not interrupted by any phone calls while composing this essay, or it would have had an even more paranoid vibe.  

America to Trump: Quiet, Piggy

Most people, liberals and conservatives, will stipulate that Donald Trump is a misogynist pig. The sexist sociopath has a sordid history of comparing women to animals, he has called them “fat pigs”, “dogs”, and “disgusting animals.” Famously, he called 1996 Miss Universe winner Alicia Machado of Venezuela “Miss Piggy” when she gained weight after winning the crown.

Which is why, when Trump matter of factually said, “Quiet, piggy” to Bloomberg reporter Catherine Lucey, after she had the temerity to ask him a question about the Epstein files, the reaction from colleagues, pundits, and politicians was subdued. Trump has normalized misogyny, the next time a female reporter asks a tough question, I will not be surprised if he silences her by shouting, “Bitch, please.” And I likewise will not be surprised if he gets away with uttering the sexist expletive without suffering any dire consequences.

The White House correspondents should have demonstrated solidarity with Lucey, by demanding that Trump apologize, or else they would boycott all future press conferences.

Trump is the last person on Earth who should be calling anyone a pig, considering he is as fat as a pig, ugly as a pig, and dirty as a pig.

Whenever Trump’s ugly mug appears on a TV, millions of people shout at the screen: Quiet, piggy. Just STFU!

All I Want for Christmas is Mariah Carey

The first time I hear the iconic intro melody of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” it lets me know that the Christmas season has officially arrived.

Little children dream of Santa Claus sliding down the chimney to deliver toys, and they leave cookies and milk to engender his generosity.

I’m old and jaded and I don’t believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy, and I’ve lost trust in all major institutions, but I still dream of the Queen of Christmas, sliding down my chimney to give me all I want for Christmas, namely herself.

While children often offer Santa milk and cookies, I make an effort to welcome Mariah by providing a tray of cannabis-infused cookies and a bottle of Cristal champagne.

My nightmare is that Mariah’s delicious ample rear end will get stuck in my chimney, and instead of singing “All I Want for Christmas is You”, she will scream in terror, and her high notes will burst the Cristal bottle and shatter my hopes that she will spend the night with me.

Who am I kidding? Mariah Carey, the Queen of Christmas belongs to the world, and she will not be spending any quality time with me. It is incumbent upon us to pay homage to Mariah, by playing “All I Want for Christmas” on a loop.

Did Trump Blow Clinton?

A virtual mountain of Jeffrey Epstein’s bank records, emails, private correspondence and other documents has been released over the last two decades through various legal proceedings and congressional actions. In November 2025 alone, the House Oversight Committee released over 20,000 pages of emails from the pedophile’s estate.

This treasure trove of decadence has implicated dozens of politicians, business titans, lawyers, British royalty, and Hollywood stars in Epstein’s child trafficking pyramid scheme. It chronicles the age-old story: the insane appetite of rich and powerful men for the tender flesh of underage girls.

Out of the gazillion documents that have been released it’s a March 20, 2018 email from Mark Epstein to Jeffrey Epstein that has the potential to blow up Donald Trump’s administration.

In an email Mark Epstein told Jeffrey Epstein to ask Steve Bannon, Trump’s former chief strategist, if Russian President Vladimir Putin has “the photos of Trump blowing Bubba.”

“Blowing” someone is a slang term commonly used to describe performing oral sex and “Bubba” is a nickname for former president Bill Clinton.

Is the internet blowing things out of proportion or is there really a chance that Donald Trump, who prides himself on being the epitome of machismo, went down on Bubba?

Considering there is video evidence of Trump simulating oral sex on a microphone and rhapsodizing about Arnold Palmer’s incredibly long shlong, I’d say there’s a fairly good chance Putin has incriminating evidence on Trump.

Trump’s MAGA evangelical cult will rationalize and normalize all manner of their orange messiah’s sins including greed, racism, fraud, sexual harassment and even pedophilia. But the homophobes draw a line at sucking dick, especially a liberal prick. No wonder Trump is obsessed with keeping any more of Epstein’s documents from being released. He must have been reminiscing about sucking Clinton’s wiener when he labeled his tax and spending policies the “The One Big Beautiful Bill.”

In Trump’s Fascist America, Liberals, Gays and Minorities Should Buy Guns

“For decades, the image of gun ownership in America was white, rural and Republican, but that’s been changing, according to gun clubs, trainers, Second Amendment advocates and academic researchers.

They say more liberals, people of color and LGBTQ folks have been buying guns for years and particularly since Trump’s reelection in 2024.”

NPR

Oligarchs like to be photographed embracing their trophy wives, hunters prize photographs depicting them standing before their fallen prey, and MAGA rednecks love to take selfies showing them brandishing their shotguns.

Since time immemorial gun culture, veering towards a gun fetish, has been associated with conservatives. Liberals have an aversion to firearms and many even forbid their children from playing with toy guns.

But the times They are A-Changing. Since the shocking reelection of the fascist Donald Trump, liberals, people of color and LGBTQ people have been stocking up on weapons and ammunition.

When the only people who have guns are Gestapo Ice Agents, racist police officers, militia members and redneck MAGA cultists it behooves liberals and marginalized minorities to forget about political correctness and buy a gun and go to a shooting range to learn how to shoot.

Trans women, particularly Black trans women, are frequent targets of horrific acts of violence, and they would be well-advised to never leave home without being strapped.

Don’t get me wrong I still believe in gun control measures, especially a ban of assault rifles, but in this fascist age liberals, gays and people of color should be responsible gun owners.

South Park’s Trump/Vance Sex Scene Traumatized Me for Life

The latest episode of South Park contains the most disturbing visuals in the history of cinema, it makes the depravity depicted in Faces of Death, Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom, and Caligula, seem like highlights from Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm.

Donald Trump uncovered the plot between Peter Thiel and JD Vance to abort his love child with Satan. Vance, drawn to look like Fantasy Island’s Tattoo, convinces his boss that he was only acting in his best interest before putting the moves on him.

Trump and his chief fluffer Vance, then proceed to defile and degrade the Lincoln Bedroom, by doing the nasty in the hallowed room. The use of Trump and Vance’s actual faces in the throes of orgasm is enough to make the most randy Romeo swear off sex forever.

South Park perfectly captures the mendacity of the vice president when he exclaims, “it’s so big.” Even South Park’s tiny version of Vance would curse God if his pecker was as puny as the orange pedophile’s.

I am a huge fan of director John Waters, known as the Pope of Trash, for his trashy cult movies. Divine eating fresh dog feces off the sidewalk in Water’s classic Pink Flamingos? That shit ain’t nothing compared to graphic sex scenes between Vance and Trump.

Watching this disturbing South Park episode caused me lasting trauma. I cannot wait for the next episode.

Morgan Freeman: The Voice of God

Morgan Freeman, the world-renowned thespian, has portrayed a US president, Nelson Mandela, and the Almighty in not one but two movies: Bruce Almighty and Evan Almighty.

There is only one other actor with the screen gravitas and distinctive voice to challenge Freeman for the title “Voice of God,” James Earl Jones.

It is remarkable that the two actors best known for sounding like God are Black, especially given that early Hollywood often restricted Black performers to stereotypical roles like butlers, maids, elevator operators, or comic sidekicks.

It is ironic that the Voice of God belongs to Freeman who has long identified as an agnostic. Can you imagine if the Almighty had blessed a hack Christian actor like Kirk Cameron with a booming god-like tone? Cameron would exploit his sonorous voice to hawk Bibles, books, and baubles.

“When E.F. Hutton speaks, people listen” was a famous advertising slogan for the E.F. Hutton & Co. financial firm in the 1970s and 1980s. People listen when Morgan Freeman, who grew up poor, speaks.

When I die it won’t be a reedy-sounding voice like that of your average televangelist, but it will be a Freeman-type voice that will welcome me to paradise.

Trump’s New Gold Oval Office Sign Elicits Mockery

I remember when I was a young child, I owned a Dymo label maker, a low-tech mechanical device that created labels by physically embossing characters onto a strip of plastic tape. No batteries or ink required, the only thing I had to purchase was the plastic embossing tape, which had an adhesive backing.

We were a poor family, and my siblings and I had few possessions, and only a handful of toys. Nevertheless, I slapped a label with my name on every toy and possession I owned. My obsession stemmed from boredom and a desire to mark my belongings so my siblings would not use them, not from vanity.

Donald Trump is a manchild with a golden label maker, he puts his label on his hi-rise buildings, hotels, golf clubs and casinos. He also hawks Trump-branded inferior merchandizes to his gullible MAGA followers. I am surprised he hasn’t erected a neon Trump sign on the White House roof, although there are rumors, he plans to name the White House ballroom after himself.

A new gold sign bearing cursive script now hangs next to the door of the Oval Office. The sign is a makeshift office paper taped to the wall. It is not meant to appeal to Trump’s vanity, but as an aid to deal with his dementia. The oval shape of the room is not enough information for the 79-year-old to deduce that it is the world-famous Oval Room, hence the need for the sign.

I suspect that it is not the only sign in the White House, I suspect there may be a “Closet” sign on the door of every closet, lest the senile old pervert mistake it for a restroom and take a dump there.

‘TACO Trump’ Misspells Taco

“Trump’s campaign sent a fundraising email Tuesday night featuring what appears to be an AI-generated image of Trump wearing a sombrero and holding a taco under a banner that misspells “tacos” as “TCOS.”

MSN

Word to the wise, or to the idiot in this case:  AI is a wonderful tool, but it behooves you to proofread before clicking “send.”

The acronym “TACO” meaning “Trump always chickens out” really gets under the narcissist’s thin skin. The term originated on Wall Street to describe the blowhard’s penchant for making theatrical aggressive tariff threats but then invariably backing down, delaying, or reducing them, creating market volatility and economic chaos.

TACO Trump is using the term applied to him in derision to disseminate racist stereotypes, and of course to raise campaign funds.

The AI-generated image depicts Trump wearing a sombrero and holding what looks like a hard-shell Taco Bell taco. The fast-food-loving pig has never tasted an authentic soft taco containing carne asada, chopped cilantro, diced white onion and a squeeze of fresh lime juice.

The email stated: “I love LEGAL immigrants—especially Mexicans! They are hardworking. They open very delicious restaurants.” No doubt, but Mexican restaruants do not serve the inauthentic Taco Bell type taco the moron is holding.

The grifter’s email included multiple prompts to donate money to Trump. You can always count on any communication from Trump to include racist tropes and appeals for donations.

Latest Evil TikTok Trend: Placing One-inch Jesus Dolls Everywhere

A few weeks ago, I saw a one-inch rubber Jesus figurine on a flower planter outside a Dollar General. The other day I found another miniature Jesus doll performing guard duty at the self-checkout machine at my local Kroger. If I find another tiny, long hair, bearded hippie Jesus while running my errands I will interpret it as sign of the impending Apocalypse.

There is nothing spiritual or heavenly about this infestation of teensy-weensy Jesus dolls. This army of diminutive Jesuses did not escape from the pit of hell; their origin is more sinister: it is another infernal TikTok trend. The social media behometh is even selling packs of up to one hundred tiny Jesus statuettes on the app’s store.

This Lilliputian monstrosities are everywhere, evangelical Christians are buying them in bulk and placing them in gas stations, post offices, stores, and hospitals as a witnessing tool.

While some may perceive me as cynical or irreligious, my initial reaction upon encountering one of these peculiarities was not to interpret it as a prompt for religious attendance.

When I learned that MAGA evangelicals were using these Jesus trinkets as a proselytizing gimmick, I thought to myself: “What freaking idiots!” They have reduced the Jesus of the Gospels to a toy and a sales gimmick.

I avoid the Republican Jesus, and we should keep these novelties away from babies and toddlers. They might swallow Jesus and choke to death.

Boomers Love Their Knickknacks

Gen Z are conflicted when they visit their grandparents’ homes: they cherish grandma’s hugs, oatmeal cookies and lavish praise but they suffer anxiety and disorientation from the knickknacks, porcelain figurines, vintage dolls, collectible plates, vacation souvenirs and family photographs that occupy every nook and cranny of their palatial  home. They wonder did their grandparents’ home always look so tacky, or did Liberace come back from the dead, break into their residence, and redecorate to his heart’s content?

The younger generation live in small apartments and starter homes that cannot accommodate the treasure trove of trinkets and keepsakes that their grandparents value so much. Such curios are anathema to their minimalist aesthetic.

They value memories more than material things, keeping those memories on their cell phones and in the cloud, rather than displayed on a fireplace mantel or stored on a bookshelf.  

My advice to the younger generation: Your grandparents are not hoarders, and they take comfort in the knickknacks you consider clutter. It will not kill you if you put your cell phone on silent mode when you visit them. They may not be around for much longer.

I Wish I Would Smell Weed Wherever I Go in Lynchburg

Recently, while walking my dog in a local park, I overheard an elderly gentleman expressing his dissatisfaction to his wife: “I hate smelling weed wherever I go.” There was a faint smell of cannabis in the air, the lingering effect of folks making the best use of a park: basking in the sun, smoking a fat blunt and enjoying life.

The old codger also probably yells “Get off the grass” when children have the audacity to walk on his lawn, and his wife probably screams at him, “I hate smelling your farts, step outside to your blessed lawn when you need to cut one loose.

The old fart was exaggerating; you do not smell the sweet essence of pot everywhere you go in Lynchburg. Although adults can legally possess up to an ounce of marijuana and grow up to four plants per household, the state has not established a legal retail market for sales.

I’m a freaking boomer, but I love the smell of weed, and I wish that dope was sold everywhere, including convenience stores, so that you could really smell the herb wherever you go in Lynchburg.

If I were the mayor of Lynchburg, I would deliberately release the smell of Ganja into the atmosphere of every large public space, the ambient scenting would usher in an age of brotherhood, peace, tranquility, and spirituality.

MAGA Evangelicals are an Existential Threat to Our Democracy

The Bible refers to Jesus as “King of kings and Lord of lords” and  evangelicals consider it their holy duty to debase themselves before their heavenly king.

Romans 1:1 introduces the Apostle Paul as a “servant of Christ Jesus,” emphasizing his voluntary enslavement to Christ, a “bondservant” called to be an apostle.

Evangelicals are brimming with spiritual pride, and though they bow before their Lord Jesus, they consider themselves superior over everyone who does not subscribe to their fundamentalist theology.

MAGA cultists have a patriarchal mindset, and they are predisposed to blindly follow religious and political leaders who speak in the name of Christ. They despise our secular democracy and are on a crusade to establish a white Christian Nationalist theocracy under the kingship of Donald Trump.

The notion of being a servant to a political leader, or even a deity, is anathema to secular and mainstream people of faith, and we will not tolerate any political or religious leader acting like a king.

That is why about seven million Americans throughout our democracy participated in the “No Kings” rallies. We let it be known that we will not tolerate the authoritarian and fascist rule of Donald Trump.

Born-again Christians had such a visceral reaction to the No Kings rallies, because they considered them a demonic attack against their earthly king, Trump. Regular Americans hate the idea of a president acting like a king, but fundamentalists love their authoritarian orange king.

Christian nationalism is incompatible with a secular democracy, and we must treat MAGA evangelicals as an existential threat to our liberal democracy.

Trump Posts AI Video of Himself as a Fighter Jet Pilot Dumping Poop on Us

Last Saturday an estimated seven million people, from every religious, racial, political, and socioeconomic status, participated in the “No Kings” rallies, in the largest single-day political demonstration in our democracy’s history.

We the people, spoke loudly and clearly with one voice: we will not tolerate the desecration, destruction and dismantling of our democracy by an authoritarian leader.

How did Donald Trump respond? Did he address the nation from the Oval Office and promise to take steps to heal our nation? Did he convene a meeting between congressional leaders from both parties to discuss bipartisan solutions to repair our democracy?

Hell to the no!

The demented sociopath released an AI video of himself in a crown piloting a fighter jet named King Trump. The jet flies over our great nation, dumping shit on protestors below.

The video was a graphic and accurate depiction of what Trump has been doing to America since he became president: Shitting on the rule of law. Shitting on the United States Constitution! Shitting on civilized norms! Shitting on the American people. He shits on his own supporters, his cuts to Medicaid and Obamacare severely impacts MAGA cultists who live in red states. He even shits on himself, I pity the fluffer responsible for changing his diapers.

A shitter is gonna shit. Trump will continue to shit on us until we remove him from power. He must be disposed by any means possible: the 25th Amendment, Impeachment, or whatever!