Non-AI
simulation
June 21, 2026
We
have thrown around the epithet Donald “Death-To-America” Trump sarcastically
for quite some time now. Maybe you didn’t take it that way, and maybe we didn’t
exactly take that way either, but sarcasm is so essential to the mission
statement and day-to-day operation of this here blog. But that is now a thing
of the past. Not the sarcasm itself. Fuck no. That would be ludicrous, not to
mention impossible.
From
now on, anytime we use the epithet Donald “Death-To-America” Trump it will be
done with all the seriousness and sincerity available, though not as some sort
of insult. No, it is simply irrefutable, objective fact. Cold, hard fact. Not
alternative fact. Scientifically provable fact. Very inconvenient truth.
Everything
else will continue to be awash in sarcasm, irony and dramatic metaphor. But the
use of Donald “Death-To-America” Trump should be taken as literally serious as a
motherfucking heart attack.
Now,
this is kind of a minor example, but still quite useful in proving the point. Examples
of Der Furor’s tireless efforts to accomplish his “Death-To-America” are, after
all, darn near infinite. The Asshole-in-chief started one of the dumbest (with
a capital ‘b’) wars in history, which
has become a global clusterfuck, a domestic economic
disaster-heading-for-tsunami, especially after his idiotic tariffs blew up in
his and by extension our faces, and what was he busy with?
Here’s
What He Was Busy With
“We picked a color called ‘American Flag Blue’;
we had color choices.”
After
his weekly doctor visit and cognitive test and then disappearing for a week,
Deathbed Don showed up on my tv showing me fucking color swatches and size comparisons
(he is not changing the size of the 100-plus-year-old installation) for the
goddam Reflecting Lake*. The effing president of the United States. Of America.
But
Wait, There’s Moron
And
now we have to talk about the latest** attack on America: Trump’s pick to
replace the vile and pernicious Tulsi Gabbard as director of national
intelligence – Bill Pulte, currently Der Furor’s hatchet man hand-picked by
convicted felon Roger Stone, with you-guessed-it zero qualifications for
anything other than being a thug who will, while jeopardizing national security
like no one has ever seen, will do nothing other than go after his boss’
enemies. Oh, and he does not, and probably could not get anywhere near the
necessary security clearance.
To be
fair, Pulte – a real-estate-magnate-trust-fund-baby – does have one of the most
Trumpian qualifications; two-and-a-half years ago Pulte received a “trophy”, in
the shape of a dildo with the inscription “Bill Pulte Fucks, But Only The
Young”.
DTA
Don is running out of top-shelf shitheads, scumbags and seditionists and is
scraping what is hopefully the bottom of the barrel oozing with rotten apples.
I would say that one good apple don’t redeem the whole bunch, but there is not
one single apple not teeming with worms and maggots and mold. Oh my.
Thank
you for your attention to this monster.
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*This is what our idiot bastard president calls
the famous Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. Reminiscent of Jethro Bodine’s
cement pond. Jethro, however was a harmless doofus. Trump is a psychotic
malefactor with blood on his tiny, decomposing hands.
**Though this one got short-circuited by public uproar.
I. Mangrey reporting.
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