Serial Killer or Mass Murderer?
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I was flipping channels on July 4th and spied Maximum Cheeto and the First Whore (too soon?) The couple were mugging it up for the faithful, the president spouting his usual insane bullshit. Together with a half million gallons of jet fuel yet another platoon of Secret Service agents were being uselessly burned up on the National Mall. The extravaganza featured flyovers by some of America's most lethal weapons.
The marshal theme should serve as food for thought. Have you ever seen what an A-10 Warthog can do to a mob of of smart-assed, anti-American Black Lives Matter protesters making a run on a Stonewall Jackson statue in a park with a lot of open space?
TODAY'S QUICK QUIZ(tm)Trump's first secretary of defense was nicknamed "Mad Dog"Do you know the nickname of his second one?"Yesper"
That sea of maskless lemmings dansing macabre was chilling. The frenzied rituals of Trump's rallies in the COVID era have taken on the dark feel of a suicide cult as the remaining MAGAs are increasingly hypnotized by the syphilitic political Frankenstein that is Donald Trump. The president spends at least ten or fifteen minutes at every appearance literally marching up and down the stage applauding himself like some Ketamined-up Mussolini.
The MAGAs, enraptured by Independence Day and Melania's fake money makers are little more in Trump's mind than twenty thousand unpaid extras in his Fall campaign ads. A random number of lucky winners will earn the ultimate reward: suffocation in a charity hospital.
But not before they have pointlessly consumed $206,000 worth of medical care and maybe even take out a nurse or two.
All for a night out listening to Donald Trump's Shecky Greene impersonation interspersed a dog whistling act that would make George Wallace blush.
There's no discernible reason for any of this insanity other than giving Trump some sort of political hard on. Anyone who doesn't get that this guy is batshit, armed, and dangerous should be very careful when deciding about second dates. To call Trump a piece of murderous trash would be an affront to murderous pieces of trash.
Trump's stunning, persistent, willful ignorance is mirrored by supporters in a defiant, in-your-face readiness to die for the president. Apparently the feeling was not mutual; Mr. and Mrs. Trump took a pass on pressing the flesh with the congregants. Although he may not be capable of three dimensional chess Trump understands enough about Russian Roulette to not play it.
Or at least to cheat when he does and make sure some other poor bastard takes his bullet.
Trump views his vaunted base the same way most of us view Q-tips - cheap disposable tools to assist with unpleasant tasks. There is a special place in hell for people who grift off the stupid and the unloveable. For those possessed of Donald Trump's malevolence get sent to an actual, separate Hell. It's filled with billionaires but Trump will nonetheless be admitted. Their punishment is to server as butlers to difficult Jewish widows in their late 50's. This goes on for like a hundred and fifty trillion years and then those women turn into Angela Davis for the following hundred and fifty trillion years. Then for the next hundred fifty trillion years it's the Jewish widow again. Then back and forth like that for a hundred fifty trillion times...and well, things haven't even gotten started good at that point.
Nobody can torture you like Jesus and Jesus, Sr.
Not the CIA.
Not Al Queida.
Not even Melania Trump.
The true believers were a thing to behold out there on the Mall. I found myself thinking that dying for an idea is an OK way to go. Inspiring stuff. Rocket's red glare stuff.
Except that there is substantially more moral logic to dying in the ideological service of a White Rumped Shama than Donald Trump. The Shama at least sings a pretty song and there's no way one of them can kill you.
I am really tired of winning now. I'm not kidding around.
July 4/5, 2020