Hell’s Cabinet

Hell Hath No Fury…Compared To Chrump & Co.

December 12, 2017

Previously in these pages I may have said that Chrump has one singular agenda. Reversing every last thing that Obama accomplished. I need to correct that. It is now beyond evident that reversing Obama is merely a symptom. Chrump is bent on reversing everything civilization has accomplished.

He made Scott Pruitt, an anti-environment loon, who sued the EPA over a dozen times, head of the EPA. He made Rick Perry, who wanted to delete the Department of Energy (but could not even remember its name), head of the Department of Energy. Made Ben Carson, who thinks poor people should fend for themselves and, I assume, build their own houses, head of Housing and Urban Development. Chrump put Tom Price, a doctor who wants to gut Medicare, Medicaid, etc., kill Planned Parenthood (thinks employers should be allowed to fire women who use birth control or had an abortion) and crafted legislation to kill Obama over 60 times head of Health and Human Services. Price had a wee problem abusing his office by taking private jets on our dime, and was forced to resign. Apparently Price’s aforementioned grotesquely disqualifying resume was not enough of a problem. Chrump’s Interior Secretary, Ryan Zinke believes strongly that the environment is little more than a fossil fuel reservoir and hates to see perfectly good land go to waste just sitting there looking good for tourists, when there is perfectly good drilling, fracking and mountain-top clearing to be done. Zinke is also mired in investigations since taking over the interior, and flies his own personal flag outside his office. And those are his good points.

Chrump eagerly at the helm of his House of Whorers,
sleeping and/or tweeting

But Wait, There’s More

We have Jeff Sessions, racist little prick, who hates voting rights, prosecuted African Americans for voting, opposes all immigration, is a climate denier and lied repeatedly about his relationships with Russians, as attorney general. Betsy DeVos never went to school, never met a school she did not want to shut down, has zero experience in the classroom, and refused to pay her local school taxes, is our Education Secretary. Elaine Chao qualified to be Transportation Secretary by being married to Mitch Fucking McConnell. Steve Mnuchin, billionaire, ex-Goldman Sachs denizen, and hedge fund manager, whose operation was known as a foreclosure machine, tossing some 35,000 homeowners out into the streets while making a fortune for himself, is of course Chrump’s Treasury Secretary. I mean, why the fuck not?

Fortunately, Mike Flynn, who was making millions from Russia, Turkey and who knows who else, and then became National Security Advisor, had to get an early dismissal after three weeks. We recently learned that Flynn was texting a business associate during the inauguration, while sitting just a few feet away from the. The subject was helping those poor Russian orphans, I mean rich Russian oligarchs. Now that Flynn has pleaded guilty to lying to the FBI about Russians, it is time to start that office pool to pick whom Flynn will give up, and when he will throw Chrump under the bus, and bring the Mueller investigation to a fitting conclusion (hopefully before Chrump brings us to a fitful conclusion) – grounds for impeachment, or better yet – criminal charges. Then America can begin to think about being great again.

Chrump’s Inferno: Is it a Living Hell In Here, Or Is It Just Me?

If you thought the “swamp” Chrump pretended he wanted to drain was vile and putrid, get a whiff of Chrump and his cabinet. They are all nine of Dante’s Circles of Hell personified. Dante was presenting a cautionary tale. Chrump appears to embrace every circle as a guide to good living.

"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Anger, Heresy, Violence, Fraud and Treachery. All the basest bases are covered. Was Dante prescient or is Chrump purposely following a template? Either way, the Chrump administration is a one-stop-shit-shop. Nobody does worse better.

I. Mangrey recoiling. But wait, there’s Moore.