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.
Donald Death-to-America Trump’s celebration of himself, and
by accident the 250th anniversary of the independence of the country
he barely pretends to lead, is in full swing. Well, not so much swing as
collapse – just like Old Donald himself. Just ask (off the record, of course) the
22 specialists who recently examined him.
As you can see (below), there are literally tens of people
blanketing, well not so much blanketing as dotting the National Mall for the
big event.
Darn Old Trump is scheduled to address the “crowd” tomorrow with what he described as a very long speech,
so the crowd size(like the temperature) just might hit triple digits. That is, until he starts blathering
on. If recent events are any indication, once he starts relitigating the 2020
election, how mean everyone is to him, what a great job he is doing, Barack
Hussein Obama, Sleepy Joe Biden and how low gas prices are, people will decide
it’s too hot, he’s too stupid, and use their time more productively, like
leaping in front of a bus or lying across some train tracks.
Desperate crowds flee the
Orange Gas Cloud
This has been your Paying Attention™ Schmuck Of The Day. Schmuck
on!
As we approach the recognition* of the 250th
anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, a somewhat
unrelated question.
Today’s Question For The Night:
Is Howard Lutnick still on Trump’s cabinet
because he, possibly more than anyone else still living and not named Ghislain
Maxwell, knows everything Donald Jeffrey Epstein Trump did in the
Donald Trump Memorial
Epstein Files
especially the ones that have already been
86ed?
______________________________________________ *Any actual celebration will be
tainted by the fact that we currently have a criminal, traitorous, fascist
occupying the Remains-of-the-White-House. It’s a bit hard to whoop it up with
our democracy teetering on the brink death.
Why
the fuck would anyone in their right mind ever equate you with being a doctor? Aren’t
you the guy who suggested ingesting bleach or shining a strong, powerful light
up the ass to cure COVID. Aren’t you the guy who said there would be fewer COVID
cases if there was less testing? Am I remembering that right? Yes, I am. So,
you think someone sees you as a doctor? Jack “Dr. Death” Ke vorkian, the father
of physician assisted suicide kept his patients in better health than you ever
would, even if you could. You don’t heal the sick, you make the sick. You have
no concept of the motto “First do no harm.” Harm is all you do.
Fake
physician, heal thyself…think Kevorkian.
Signed,
Unsigned
This has been your Paying Attention™ Thought
For The Day.
