Bonjour mes amis. Since there was no good reason to celebrate
American Independence Day with this nation laboring under the crushing weight
of a flaccid, fascist fuckwit, let’s take a minute to acknowledge the country
that made American independence possible – France. Without France it is
unlikely the nation would ever have gotten off the ground. Now we have one foot
in the grave thanks to our current commander-in-cheat.
America’s great slave-owning/impregnating founder Thomas Jefferson
helped Marquis de Lafayette, a key ally during the American Revolution, compose
a French bill of rights in June of 1789; Jefferson also helped to draft their
constitution.
Naturally, France today has their own fascist fuckwit –
Marie Le Pen – to deal with, but they have managed to keep her at bay…for the
time being. Le Pen hopes to follow in Trump’s footsteps by running for office
after being convicted of crime – specifically, embezzlement. Le Pen is running
for a fourth time, is leading in the polls and may have to run while wearing an
electronic device as ordered by the Paris court of appeal.
Aren’t fascists
fun? (Spoiler alert: fuck no)
Anyway, a quick salute to the French, while they’re still
worth saluting and while this country remains unworthy.
I wanted to take
some time to process the passing of Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-Secession State). No
need to rush to judgment. Plenty have already weighed in. I wanted to look over
his long Senate career, the ups and downs, the wins and losses.
I was going to let
Graham's passing pass, but then I decided it would be bad form to speak nil of
the dead. I’ll be brief.
When Graham was
running against Trump in 2015, here’s what he said about his opponent:
“He’s a race-baiting,
xenophobic, religious bigot. He doesn’t represent my party.” CNN, December 8, 2015
Soon after, Graham began
his crusade to leave a permanent imprint of his lily-livered lips on Trump’s
rancid rear end.
“Trump and I, we’ve
had a hell of a journey. I hate it to end this way. Oh my God, I hate it. From
my point of view, he’s been a consequential president. But today, all I can say
is count me out. Enough is enough.” Congress, January 6, 2021
Soon after that
statement Lindsey, having long ago kissed Trump’s ass so frequently one of the
cheeks bears his name, decided to try his luck (and his lips) around the front.
Yep, enough is enough
Graham pathetically
won the undying demand for loyalty with none in forthcoming in return from the
insurrectionist, ruthlessly narcissistic pedophile protector Trump. The senator
from the Secession State lost whatever shred of self-respect he might have had
in previous times. He went out on the lowest of notes – one that only whales
can hear.
The best news is
that I can stop feeling bad about myself for yelling at him on my tv to drop
dead.
Thank you Lindsey. You
will be missed…by some.
Next stop: Mitch
McConnell. I prefer not to speak ill of the soon-to-be dead. But I’ll be ready
when the time comes.
Trump promised over and over on the campaign trail not to
get America embroiled in any more never-ending wars. Many critics have accused
him of breaking this promise, Paying Attention™ among them. For this, we apologize.
As we have seen over the past four-plus months, Trump’s
illegal, ill-advised, ill-managed, unprovoked and badly failing
attack-turned-war with Iran is not never-ending. Truth be told, the war with
Iran has ended almost every day since it began so it is patently unfair to call
this an endless war. It has already ended more times than any other war in
history. And it’s just getting started.
Not only has Death-To-America Don begun and ended this war –
it’s not a conflict, an operation, and excursion or a skirmish, it’s a fucking
war Donny Dearest – more times than anyone cares to count, he spent his time
with NATO recently trying to start wars against many, if not most of our
allies. Mostly over Donny’s ongoing tantrum over not being given Greenland.
Donald J. Quixote – Man Of Dementia
Don Revolty and Sancho Pinhead
During, the recent NATO meeting, when Donny wasn’t busy calling Ukraine President Volodymyr
Zelenskyy “President Putin”* or referring to the “Islamic Republic of Japan”*,or
suddenlyordering his lackey Treasury
Secretary Scott Pissant to cut off trade with Spain (Huh?), or falling asleep,
or quietly soiling himself, Der Furor was claiming that the ceasefire that
never really was still isn’t, or might be over, or he might do war crimes by
bombing Iran’s water treatment and power plants. When asked if full-scale war
is back, the brain-dead president of the United States replied, “I don’t know.”
He also said negotiations were going well, but Iran says there are no
negotiations and will not be any until the U.S., being held hostage by Trump,
stops violating the non-existent ceasefire.
The Man of Dementia needs to go into Psychotics Anonymous or
rehab…or something
________________________________________________ *Not making this up.
Mitch McConnell was
found unresponsive in his home three weeks ago. There has been no report as to
how responders knew he was dead. Neither has there been a single word from
McConnell or his team about his condition.
So for now, former Senate majority
leader and long-time anti-democracy, self-serving piece of shit McConnell
should be considered AWOL – Absent Without Life. May he rest in greatly
undeserved peace, be he dead or alive.
____________________________________________ *Trump’s first lie about the price-tag for his giant vanity hole…
The only good thing
about this flying fuck-up is that Death-To-America Don has no plan to leave
this so-called “gift to the United States” for his successors; he is planning
to take it with him. To be fair, he will need a large vehicle to store all the
rest of the stolen documents and emoluments he will no doubt be claiming for
himself if he departs the Remains of The White House with a pulse.
_________________________________________________ *Which appears to have been pilfered from the sacred Pentagon budget.
Jen Psaki was a top
advisor to President Barack Obama. After that she was the longtime press
secretary for President Joe Biden; maybe you remember him. Biden was the guy
whose successor (and predecessor) relentlessly accused Biden of being mentally
unfit and tagged him with epithet “Sleepy Joe” Biden. This other guy has been
seen sleeping in the courtroom while on trial (and ultimately convicted 34
times) himself (something that never happened to Joe Biden), at his sickening
military parade/birthday party, at meetings in the Oval Office (a place where
Joe Biden was never caught napping); the Grim Sleeper was also seen catching
some Z’s at Madison Square Garden during the NBA finals, during his disgusting
for-profit birthday cage fight, and countless other times and places. I don’t
mean to complain; those sporadic moments are the only times America is safe
from the greatest threat to our democracy since the Civil War, domestically,
and World War II globally. That threat is Donald Jeffrey Epstein Trump.
Like the mold-ridden
stock of roast beef at the local deli, he needs to be 86’d.
As an aside, another
thing Biden and this other guy do not have in common is Biden not appearing
tens-of-thousands of times in the
Donald trump memorial EPSTEIN FILES
Based on her
performance during the Biden administration, Jen Psaki would never make it in
the current administration. Her obvious intelligence, breadth of experience and
unwillingness to perpetually lie through her teeth every time her lips move
immediately disqualify her from serving in Degenerate Don’s addled,
aggravated-assault administration.
These days Psaki
hosts a nightly show on MS NOW entitled “The Briefing”.
This inspired the
Paying Attention™ special features team to launch a new feature. Stay tuned for
special reports on the all-new
That
is the title of the 1971 LP by the late great Abbie Hoffman. A true American
patriot. I felt a sudden urge to reiterate this critical plea/warning/?
If
you’re like me, and hopefully you are not, but stay with me for a minute
here…even I, while admittedly too much of my time is spent Paying Attention™,
regularly blot from my overheating, throbbing and ever more damagedmind
the fact that technically there are still some two-and-one-half (GULP!) years
remaining in the Donald Jeffrey Epstein Trump so-called presidency. This fact was always
present intellectually but has lately begun insinuating itself
into my emotional infrastructure.
This
is completely untenable. Trump might actually end up being the last president
ever. America might well end up taking its own life before Trump’s time in
office runs out…assuming he will ever leave, or will only leave after crowning
Don Fucking, Jr. as his successor for life, after which Trump will have himself
stuffed, mounted and bolted down in the Oval Office. The taxidermy won’t take
much work since Trump’s head has long appeared as though a mortician prepared
him for burial, and his body is mostly made up of preservatives at this point.
Speaking
of staying in power, we recently learned that Der Furor was thrilled when a
historian** provided “proof” that Trump was “the most powerful man who’s ever
existed on the planet.” What Dying Don was even more amazed by was the rest of
the top five most powerful of all time; the list included Napoleon, Mao Zedong,
Josef Stalin and Adolf Hitler. Damaged Don must be so proud; his
mentor/ventriloquist Vladimir Putin didn’t even make the list.
Drool and the gang
If
we do not crush the Fascist/Trump/Epstein Party in November, our chances of
surviving to January 20, 2029 are no better than Jeffrey Epstein returning from
the dead to release all his files.
________________________________________________ * The album ends with
this bit of advice from Abbie: “And all you kiddies, remember to lay off the
needle drugs. The only dope worth shooting is Richard Nixon.”
**Funny story: that historian was actually a golf caddy by trade, and not in
fact any kind of historian. I’ll wait for you to stop laughing and then I’ll
wait a bit longer for you to stop crying.Or
desperately searching for your passport. Or both.
This year, if not for the raging racism,
fascism and dumb-fuckism of the Trump Era, We The People would be celebrating
the 250th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of
Independence. America may have declared its independence on that day, but it
would take the better part of another century before there was even a hint of
humanity and equality, and another century after that before this nation could
be considered an actual democracy.
The truths those (mostly slave-owning)
wealthy white men held to be self-evident in Philadelphia in 1776 – despite the
overriding hypocrisy of slavery in which so many of the signers were wallowing
(and the genocide that made white people in America possible) – have been on a rickety
roller-coaster ever since. Hopping on the ride to a democratic republic seemed
like a good idea at the time. To paraphrase Ben Franklin, “A good idea if you
can make it real.” The waxing and waning of democratic principles and practices
continues to this day. Except, if you could just stop screaming and banging
your head against the wall for a moment, you can see a little way up ahead, the
track is badly damaged. There just might be enough time for some roller-coaster
repair person to at least duct tape the damn thing together enough so that we
don’t end up doing a Thelma and Louise off the rails resulting in a high-speed
sudden death and in the closing of this not-so-amusement park.
The Farce Of July
Full disclosure: The
last big birthday, America’s Bicentennial in 1976, was also a fraught time. We had
an unelected president, put there because he promised to pardon his traitorous
predecessor, who left in disgrace one step ahead of the impeachment squad. As a
member of the rag-tag Philadelphia Painted Faces Brigade, I and several others
refused to be sequestered far from the focal point of the action at
Independence Hall. We took our mini-protest right to the building where it
happened. We braved mounted police, undercover FBI agents and angry “patriots”
accosting us with the “Love it or leave it” bullshit. We thought that birthday
sucked…until we got to today.
I and Anonymous
I don’t know how I
would have commemorated America’s 250th had we not been in our
current dilemma. Other than this finely crafted hissy fit the Paying Attention™
team is boycotting all festivities on this day. Surely this
would have been a much bigger celebration in Washington, DC had not Donald
“Death-To-America” Trump been president, and had he not depressed the living
fuck out of most Americans by trashing the economy, the Constitution and
perpetrated the most virulent criminal enterprise ever run out of the White
House…or the remains thereof. And had he not made everything about him.
from Matt
Wuerker
During this shoulda-been celebratory year,
love it or hate it, many of us and our ancestors have continuously worked for a
more perfect union. Today, we have a fake president, who incited a coup,
pardoned those of his followers who were convicted in a court of law for
engaging in insurrection, and is still trying to figure a way to make off with
nearly two billion of our dollars for the sole purpose of paying off his
metastatic minions via his heinous, Orwellian “Anti-Weaponization Fund”. This is
meant to provide Trump’s thugs to with something like a million bucks each (unless
the My Pillow guy gets the four-hundred-million he’s applying for) and the
confidence to rise up again in support of their dear leader and against our
democracy and our Constitution when he refuses to leave office on January 20,
2029, putting an ignominious end to this great experiment we call the United
States.
Rumor has it* that Trump is planning to have
himself lying…I mean lying in state in perpetuity, as president-in-death, for
the remainder of time, once he has shuffled off this mortal coil, and gone to
meet his hopefully remorseful maker. Like Weekend at Bernie’s…with more
fascism.
Trump will have little if anything to say
about this nation’s 250-year history. He knows nothing of it. He cares even
less. Perhaps one of his sociopathic speech writers will cajole him into making
a passing reference to America while he makes this day…say it with me now…all
about him.
Don’t Say Yay
You may recall when the great George Takei
donated his very name to the fight against Tennessee’s dumb-ass “Don’t Say Gay”
law.
George Takei vs. Tennessee's "Don't Say Gay" Bill
Perhaps one day, the rest of us can make it so
the word Trump replaces the word ‘fuck’. As in, “Go Trump yourself.” or “What
the Trump is going on here?” or “Don’t Trump with me you Trumping asshole.”
This could have the added benefit of being
permitted on American television where squeamish fuckwit dinosaurs still rule
the airwaves, and in the fucking year 20fucking26 there are still words you
can’t fucking say on television. But you can buy enough guns to murder a
classroom full of small children in 15 minutes, even if you are mentally
unstable. And you can have a 34-time-convicted felon elected president of the
United States.
Oh, I almost forgot, it’s about time for a
surprise...
Question For The Day:
How fucking fucked up and/or depressingly
apropos is it that America is celebrating our 250th birthday with
fucking Donald Fucking Trump as our fucking, fucked-up president?
Considering the unfuckingbelievable fact that
Flag Day is also the birthday of Donald January 6, 2021 Trump, is this, as suggested by H.L.
Mencken,what
America was always meant to be?
____________________________________________ *A rumor that originated
right here, right now…but you didn’t hear it from us.
