The
top one percent has gotten three massive tax cuts under Republicans in the last
decade or so. I don’t feel like doing the research, but if memory serves, the
richest-of-the-rich have been handed something like five trillion dollars of
money that should have stayed with the government for the greater good. Plus,
these greedy pukes hardly paid any taxes in the first place.
We’ve
said this before here at the old blog paper. We don’t know why this is not
brought up every day. Take back the fucking tax cuts, and once they haven’t
gotten over that, raise their taxes to a level that makes some fucking sense.
The
richest of the rich take our labor and our resources and claim they deserve
everything in return. That’s what is not fucking sustainable. Now I’m not
saying to raise taxes on the biggest money to the point where Eisenhower had
it; that was around 90%. Hey, we’re not trying to be unreasonable, 75% should
be sufficient. If not, we’ll revisit it and raise it a little more. The rest of
us cannot afford not to.
No More Shopping Days Left Before Resignation
Day(s)
In case you forgot where we left off
August 9, 2026
If there could be anything better than
impeaching someone like Richard Nixon (once) or Donald Turmp (twice), it would
be indicting someone like Donald Turmp and finding him guilty, perhaps even
LOCKING HIM UP. With Nixon, it was said that the cover-up was worse than the
crime. That might be true. After all, at least according to Nixon – before
everyone learned it was his idea – Watergate was nothing more than a
“third-rate burglary.” Donald Trump on the other hand is the personification of
attempted (so far) murder.
In the case of Turmp, there has not, at least
not since the bombing of Ft. Sumpter, been anything worse than his long-planned
attempted coup. That is, until he retook the White House in order to exact
revenge on everyone who ever stood against him, and end democracy in America.
No one thought Trump could be worse than he was in his first term; well
everyone hoped he couldn’t be any worse, but of course, he could and he is. And
he’s getting more worse by the day.
Anyway, we were not supposed to be talking about
today today. We’re supposed to be talking about this date 54 years ago. There
will be plenty of time to talk about today tomorrow. And the next day. And the
days, weeks and months after that. For now, enjoy the holiday.
Frank Zappa – Dickie's Such An Asshole
(circa 1973)
Those Who Don’t Learn From History
Are Doomed To Fuck It Up For The Rest Of Us
Before we regale you – or perhaps gale you for
the first time – with this year’s brand-new verses of the old holiday favorite ‘Twas
The Night Before Resignation, on Day 2 of Resignation Day(s), here are a
few highlights from the ghosts of Resignation Day(s) past.
Just a few more hops down
memory lane before the main event, but you would be forgiven, if not advised,
to skip ahead to a few new verses for Resignation Day(s) 2026:
2013
Pardon me for not forgetting.
Pardon me for not letting it go after all these years. Pardon me for dragging
you into my obsession. I just can’t seem to quit the man who tarnished America,
no easy feat, and then quit rather than face the music. I don’t care if he’s
dead, I still want to impeach Nixon. It’s never too late for justice to be
done. I know it will never happen in this case, but that doesn’t make it right.
Those who do not learn the
lessons of history are doomed. Period. And that’s the way it is. Good night and
have a pleasant tomorrow.
2014
Thanks Ed, that was a treat as
always. I hope you don’t mind if I add a verse or two for today’s holiday
season…
Once more it’s that season, now
Obama’s the one
New Impeachers are restless, and each has a gun.
They are angry and senseless, and each one is White
No need for good reason, they just want to fight.
So let’s watch in amusement, as they trip o’er their tongues
As they sputter and spew and expel from their lungs
All the hot air and spittle, all the BS and blight,
Keep it up silly Crackers, and to all a good-night!
2016
Tiny
hands, tiny brain, tiny what-the-fuck-ever,
You will lose very bigly and be president…NEVER
Go prepare your next bankruptcy, it’s what you do best
You whiny Tweet-aholic, and sanity’s pest
2017
The
endless lies and insanity assaulting us all, By
Constitution, our right and our duty - this Chrump thing must fall. So
I say to you all, Power To The People, Out Of Sight, More Impeachment to all,
and to all a good-night!
2018
Impeachment, resigning
once more fill the air,
Now dash away blob with your FAKE orange “hair”,
This Chrump works for Putin, and amplifies hate, He’s racist, he’s fascist; ain’t America great?
Though mostly Chrump’s
tweeting and golfing galore, He’s doing great damage,
let’s show him the door. Fake “hair”, phony
color, his face sphincter speaks, Let’s vote like we mean it and be rid of this freak.
Colluding, conspiring,
with Russia, oh no!
Won’t tell his own people what he said to our foe.
This treasonous cretin makes us all sick and tired,
Let’s pray the next Congress will tell him, “YOU’RE FIRED.”
2019
We heard from The
Mueller, in a manner of speaking
He said there were crimes, he said there was sneaking
He all but said, “Congress, it’s time to impeach,”
He said indicting and punishing was out of his reach.
Still helping the
Russians help him get re-elected, With his treason,
stealing children from their parents and torturing them, denying climate
crisis, treating international allies like dirt and generally threatening
global stability, we all are infected His crimes are
innumerable, his racism steady Impeach The Mother
Fucker Already!
2020
So we had our
impeachment, if fell with a squish,
We thought he would go down, did not get our wish.
Chrump escaped, abetted by old Moscow Mitch, That dastardly, reptilian son-of-a-bitch.
Only one thing might
stop this walking crime ‘gainst humanity, This shit storm
perpetrated by this terrestrial manatee. A second Chrump term
will kill America, no doubt, So, on November the 3rd,
VOTE HIM THE FUCK OUT!
2021
‘Twas the night before Resignation (In 2021 it just gets verse)
Twice, there were Turmp crimes, and
all through the House,
There were cries for impeachment, “Get rid of this louse!”*
The crimes were all proved, beyond shadow of doubt,
Witnesses, videos. Throw the bum out.
The country was nestled and nervous
and scared,
Of the mad orange man, with the fake orange “hair.”
He bragged about crowd size and hands and whatever,
He promised to fight and stay president forever.
And despite all the evidence, and
all the convincing,
Still half the country’s all his, the other half wincing.
It was easy to see that this Turmp was a fascist,
Who put any against him on his miles-long blacklist.
They impeached him not once, they
impeached him then twice
The Senate stood by him, we never got to say, “Atsa nice.”
‘Cause he stayed on in office, swore he’d get re-elected,
But the voters said, “Fuck off! Go to hell! You’re rejected!”
The sorest of winners, could not
handle such losing,
So he riled up his MAGAts, to believe his delusing,
Go take over the Capitol, it need not make sense,
And while you are at it, try hanging Mike Pence.
Never cared ‘bout America,
repeatedly treasonous,
One can’t help but wonder just what the reason is,
Always siding with Putin, and threat’ning Ukraine
To get Hunter Biden? This fucker’s insane.
He whined and he moaned and incited
insurrection,
All because he’s psychotic, no one wants his erection.
Turmp still thinks he’s president, or will be reinstated,
His tiny brain and reality are for sure unrelated.
Can the Democrats somehow get
brains, spines and balls,
And stop the Turmp Party from having it all?
They unsuccessfully impeached him not once but twice,
There’s nothing left, but to impeach his ass thrice.
_____________________________________________________________ *Actually, the cries
were “Impeach The Mother Fucker Already!” which didn’t rhyme with house and
would have thrown off the rhythm completely.
‘Twas the night before indictment,
and all oer the place
America on the precipice of wars civil and race.
When all of a sudden, we heard such a clatter,
When Merrick Garland said finally, “Something’s the matter.”
Though now Turmp is gone, well not
really but sorta
And at least we can’t feel his tiny hand on our aorta,
He is out of high office, the vote saw to that,
But Turmp just won’t accept it, his head is too fat.
He keeps whining and calling to get
the votes changed
Turmp can’t let it go, he’s a fascist, deranged.
He deserves a subpoena, or at least an indictment,
For his scheming and plotting and his violent incitement.
Actual photos of two toilets in which Trump flushed
documents
For his eating, burning, shredding
and stealing of documents,
And even mixing some in with his voluminous excrements,
The White House plumber (not Nixon’s) needed always be near.
For Turmp’s flushing of documents, no punishment too severe.
On Rudy, on Hawley, McCarthy and
Gaetz,
On Oath Keepers, Proud Boys, and oh how they hates.
They want a White nation of Christians, not Jews,
Their divorce from reality is surely not news.
Two impeachments, one term, there has
not been one worse,
And the cause of such angst, and such torturous verse.
Drag him off by his feet, or his “hair” or whatever,
Let him back in the White House? Oh fuck no! Oh fuck, NEVER!
2023
We’ve now had some indictments, p’rhaps justice is nigh,
Trump can’t keep his fat trap shut, is he stupid or high?
He confesses to crimes, and he threatens the judges
Trump must have a death wish, he just never budges.
Trump declares many things, not one is a fact,
Like saying he’s protected by the Presidential Records Act.
He keeps claiming this thing, his head’s a latrine,
That act does not mean what he thinks that it means.
Donny Douchebag’s still running, for to stay out of jail,
And our justice moves slowly, at the pace of a snail.
We must hope that Jack Smith, can in court be successful,
And get orange jumpsuit and bars surrounding this asshul.
Will the Fascist Party nominate an indicted or convicted
felon,
Who atop his shoulders sports a hollow, festering melon?
Will Trump serve as president from a crappy cell,
While the rest of America, slides into hell?
Only time will tell if there’s life after Trump,
Or our democratic republic ends up mildewed and buried in
the trash heap of history, in a rotting, smelly dump.
There’s no telling how dimly America’s light might flicker,
Before we just hope Climate Crisis ends it all quicker.
That is all for this year, there’s too much crazy shit,
So much stupid and criming, and dumb fascist twits.
Trump’s impeachments were foiled by McConnell, et al,
Despite that the House had him grabbed by the balls.
For us, now it’s back to news, needles and pins,
And the soul-crunching fear that Trump somehow wins.
Let’s think and let’s pray, and then hope and then vote,
So that Trump is pariah, when history’s wrote.
2024
‘Twas the night before fascism, just
kidding, it’s here
As Trump steamrolls democracy in just half a year
With the Court in his pocket, the House under thumb
With dementia in head, and a cult full of scum.
With ICE and the tariffs, with DOGE
and tax cuts
And a cabinet consisting of whackos and nuts,
Between Trump and John Roberts and Project two-five,
Does anyone think our democracy can survive?
"Now
Vengeance! now, Tariffs! now, ICE and Epstein!
On, extortion! On, MAGATs!, oh my what a scene!
We see Trump ascending, and democracy fall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
“Now
Hegseth! now Bondi ! now, Noem and McMahon!
On, Brainworm! On Gabbard! Oh my, such a scam!”
On Rubio! Now, Patel, on JD and Oz,
A worse bunch of fucknuts there just never was.
Can we make
it to midterms, will there still be a vote,
Or will Trump and his “judges” seize power and gloat?
So enjoy this resignation season, we’re desperate for some fun,
If Jeffrey Epstein has his way, we might just have another one.
And now, without further ado, or a
don’t, or a maybe, Paying Attention™ brings you our 2026 all-new installment of
‘Twas The Night Before Resignation.
'Twas the night before Midterms, and all ‘cross the land; So much fear of the cheating by the tiny bruised hand Of the narcissist, fascist, sick two-legged lump, Whose idiots voted him president, Trump.
The country is nauseous, can’t sleep in their beds; With thoughts of this puss-monster stuck in their heads; He’s still on our TVs, lying each fucking day, With the whining and blaming and “hair” made of hay.
With hopes that the Democrats don’t fuck this up, We hope they’ll be smart, well, at least smart enough, To take back the Congress, help us afford food and rent, And have brains and the balls for a Third Impeachment.
"Now, Meta now, SpaceX! now Pfizer and Amazon! On, Exxon! on, Crypto! Come suck up to Don! From the Remains of the White House! to Capitol Hill! Now health care! And immigrants! Trump wants to kill!"
Trump’s dementia is winning, he’s falling apart, He was never that with it, never that smart; So on to the midterms, to take back the House, And maybe the Senate, to neuter this louse—
And then, let’s impeach him, third time’s the charm, And expose Epstein’s files, to do Trump more harm. There’s no pain or punishment he doesn’t deserve, Only himself does he protect, help or
serve.
For now raise a glass to impeachment dreams past, And hope that this year will be Donny’s last, To keep up his stranglehold, keeping us fucked, While he and his fam’ly steal every buck.
Let’s win this election, it’s one step at a time, Paralyze this fucker! stymie this slime! End all this madness, end Donald’s reign, And make America less fascist again.
Those Who Don't Celebrate History Are Doomed To
Regret It
New York Daily News, August 7, 1974
August 8, 2026
As always, Paying Attention™ suspends our
regular coverage of the day's freakish follies, ferocious fucknuttery and
festering fascism to celebrate one of the truly unique moments (36 hours,
actually) in American history. These days, there is much to cover every single
day as we find ourselves in another uniquely perilous phase of our nation's
fragile, and currently failing maturation.
The 34-time convicted felon, pedophile-adjacent,
credibly-accused rapist and seditious dictatorial dipshit who ran on getting
revenge, and the biggest boatload of hatred, bigotry and lies, finagled his way
back into the White House (which he is physically and figuratively destroying).
He remains determined to put a stop to the Grand Experiment that has been
American democracy. It was never perfect, not even close, but it hoped to pave
the way for something better. A more perfect union, if you will. Nonetheless,
we hope you have some free time to celebrate this momentous holiday that begins
this evening.
There is so much shit hitting so many fans so
often that we almost didn’t realize Resignation Day(s) season was upon us.
We’ve barely had the time to sleep or feed ourselves since the sniveling
shithead Trump got re-elected, let alone to put up our Resignation Day(s)
decorations. Nonetheless, we must at least post something to honor this very
special holiday.
Despite our continued obsession with Tricky
Dick, Nixon seems so quaint now. Sure, he was a narcissistic, vengeful,
paranoid drunk, but he was not a fascistic psychopath bent on the destruction
of democracy, America, the environment and civilization in general. Okay, maybe
a little. But Nixon was at least part mammal. The new guy is unable to access
anything other than his lizard brain, and even that has shriveled to the size
and utility of a deer tick.
In the meantime, we leave you in the capable
hands of us from last year. From everyone here at Paying Attention™, Happy Resignation Day(s).
Told you so
Circa August 8, 2025
The Day The Drove Old Dicky
Down
The favorite holiday of
everyone here at Paying Attention™ is upon us once again. Sure, many people
prefer July Fourth, or Juneteenth, or Festivus, or some of the older, more
mainstream holidays, but Resignation Day(s) have long held a special place for
everyone here since that fateful night, August 8, 1974. We were enjoying a
pleasant evening in the Philadelphia suburbs watching the great Bonnie Raitt
perform at the Ambler campus of Temple University. A little after nine o’clock,
Bonnie stopped the show to announce that the war criminal, lying crook,
anti-Semite, and all-around vengeful, paranoid malefactor Dick Nixon had
announced that he would be resigning as of noon the very next day. As a great
cheer went up from the audience, Raitt played Auld Lang Syne and then finished
her planned set. We went home afterwards and celebrated in style. Oh, frabjous
day! Callooh! Callay!
Dick Nixon’s idiot henchmen got
caught breaking into the Watergate offices of the DNC by security guard Frank
Wills, whose life was ruined because he did his job by reporting the break-in. Nearly
47 years later, Donald Trump’s idiot henchmen got caught – though they made no
attempt to hide anything – breaking into the Capitol to shit on the walls and
on democracy itself. It did not take a security guard to uncover this break-in.
Trump’s malignant minions were caught in the act by everyone watching the whole
thing on live tv, though it did take a Capitol policeman, Eugene Goodman
(another Black man) to lure a sub-mob of Trump’s minions away from lawmakers
they very well might have harmed or killed in their seditious frenzy. And they
were, and many still are proud of it. These people need a nice quiet room with
rubber walls, but instead got a full pardon from their leader/inciter and
commander-in-thief Donald Trump.
Back To The Present
Returning to the present, many
in the Fascist/Trump/Epstein Party are pulling out all the stops to shanghai
the coming November midterms, which seem poised to slam on the brakes of
Trump’s abyss-bound train.
Can Things Possibly Get Any
Verse?
As we have most years since
2008 when a wonderful poem was rescued from obscurity, we present those now
famous stanzas with new verses being added most years.
Here is the original long-lost
text as presented in 2008…
We stumbled across a bit of
this very old, well-known verse that I thought would be fun to share with
everyone at this special time of year. It’s an age-old seasonal ditty and this being
my favorite American holiday and all.I’m not sure I remembered all of the words correctly but I’ve rendered
them to the best of my recollection, and I may have been overzealous and
inadvertently added a few verses that didn’t exist at all.But it’s full of holiday magic and joy – a
favorite of children and adults throughout the ages, so read it to your
children and grandchildren to keep the tradition alive.Now without further ado, in honor of August
8-9, 1974, a moment in history, which our Founders would surely have savoured, We
bring you…
‘Twas the night before Resignation
‘Twas the night before Resignation, when all
through the house
Richard Nixon was cornered, like a trapped diseased mouse.
His burglars had screwed it tho they burgled with care,
His cover-up in ruins, soon the end would be there.
The Congress were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of impeachment danced in their heads.
Sam Irvin with his gavel, exposed all the crap,
And roused our democracy from a long winter’s nap.
So all o’er the land there arose such a clatter,
Even the public could see what was the matter.
And there it was every day on TV like a flash,
Then everyone knew the president was trash.
It was hard to imagine this crook being regal
Tho he said, “If the president does it then it is not illegal.”
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But his lies all exposed and the end of his career.
A great day for democracy, it happened so quick,
What could be worse than that horrid old Dick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And all those were sentenced and each one by name!
August 9, 1974 reimagined: Two
great tastes that taste great together:
Nixon’s very victorious shameful resignation and
Bush’s equally iconic/ironic MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
We hope this helps get you in
the holiday spirit. Keep the party going while there remains any glimmer of
hope for the future. All the aforementioned crises are not going away any time
soon. But we can take these two days to reflect on the past, try to block out
the present if only for a day or so, and duct tape our fingers crossed for the
future.
In the meantime, enjoy Day One,
but be sure to get some rest. You’ll need all your strength to get through
Resignation Day(s) Two.
Also,
given that these folks are supporters of a man who was convicted of 34 felony
counts, was found to have committed sexual assault (which a judge stated fit
the commonly held definition of rape), paid off a porn star to keep quiet about
a sexual relationship that occurred months after his youngest child was born,
and stands accused of some two dozen credible rape or sexual assault
allegations, not to mention his longtime close friendship with child rapist/sex
trafficker Jeffrey Epstein and all the myriad financial crimes he continues to
commit, their understanding of the terms good or evil do not hold up to even
the slightest scrutiny.
I’m the only president ever to take a cognitive
test. I can spell my name.
Much more than Good
vs. Evil, what we are really dealing with in America today is a battle of Good vs. Stupid. Sure, some
number of the Trumpian idiots are evil, just like their cult leader, but mostly
they are just your garden variety low IQ, plain-spoken regular folks,
salt-of-the-earth…you know, morons.
Today’s
Thought For The Day was brought to you by the
Donald trump memorial EPSTEIN FILES
And you know what they always say: Smoke
Destroy ‘em if you’ve got ‘em.
If
vandals could in fact be blamed, they were not radical left, boxcutter-wielding
lunatics as some suggested. It certainly could have been a bunch of yahoos
caught flagrantly driving a motorcade across the freshly painted and sealed
landmark.
A caravan of cretins, lead by none other than
Donald Jeffrey Epstein Trump
drove across the newly renovated Reflecting Pool before it was refilled with
what would quickly become a massive algae bloom and total embarrassment
It
turns out, as just about everyone knew, that the crappy contractors hired via
illegal no-bid contract – originally touted as a one-to-two-million dollar job,
which suddenly ballooned to sixteen million (no doubt replete with a massive
kickback to Trump) – did a typical Trumpian shitty job, which almost
immediately fell apart because of said shitty job.
Even Donny’s
old pal and current U.S. Attorney for the District of Columbia Jeanine Pirro had
to admit it was not vandals and that all the evidence pointed to the fact that
Trump’s shitty contractor did a shitty job and had to drop all charges against
Hearn.
The
main thing I can’t understand is, since Deadbeat Don assured everyone, on live
television, that this amazing, very strong and powerful pool coating could not
be cut by any blade with the possible exception of Excalibur or perhaps
Anduril, or maybe bashed into submission with Thor’s Hammer, why didn’t he
blame the destruction of his stupid pool liner on Jewish Space Lasers? That
would have made much more sense.
This has been your Paying Attention™ Thought
For The Day.
Just so we’re clear on
this, Deathbed Donny starts a war for no good reason and the gluttonous,
blood-sucking oil companies, who could easily afford to take a temporary pay
cut while helping every American who needs gasoline by not gouging the
innocent, victims of Trump’s Iran fiasco, instead end up making record profits. As a wise man once said, “You go with
your strengths.”
Deer-In-The-Headlights Don oversees massive
thievery…again
All
this while President Nero spends all our fucking money ruining the nation’s capital
and all its long-revered landmarks, in order to leave his mark everywhere. You
know, like the way any other wild animal marks its territory.
Stay
tuned as Iran begins launching cyberattacks on America’s infrastructure. Their
success is all but guaranteed thanks to our Manchurian president dismantling
our cyber defense systems.
________________________________________________ *Is there even anything else for this tumor of
a man to fuck up? Besides the midterm elections I mean.
This has been your Paying Attention™ Thought
For The Day.
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