CHRUMP LOSES…And Biden Wins

Chrump Takes Biden/Harris Victory Like A Man…Who Is A Whiny Little Baby*

November 8, 2020 

                                       

It’s All Over But The Shouting…

The American people have spoken and mercifully, Donald Chrump will be limited to a one-term tantrum. Fittingly, Chrump was fiddling golfing when the election was being called for Biden. President Ahab continues to chase his White Whale – a second term – likely until noon on January 20, 2021.

And The Whining…

Until that time, Chrump will make this country suffer even more, in any way he can. If we thought Chrump was incapable of and disinterested in governing before, it takes little imagination to think of what happens next. Chrump will be loser focused…I mean, laser focused on holding on to power. While Joe Biden is waxing hopeful about uniting America, Don Chrump and Bitch McConnell will be trying to inflict as much damage as possible in attempting to make our next president’s job as difficult as they can, so they can keep chanting about how federal government doesn’t work and how Democrats can’t govern.

Chrump on Nixon: “He left. I don’t leave.”

And THE TWEETING...

Chrump said very strongly and stupidly that Chrump v. America will continue to drag on. Shortly after the election was called for Joe Biden, the fake president made his widdle feewings known.

And The Fake Lawsuits.

“We all know why Joe Biden is rushing to falsely pose as the winner, and why his media allies are trying so hard to help him: they don’t want the truth to be exposed. The simple fact is this election is far from over…Beginning Monday, our campaign will start prosecuting our case in court to ensure election laws are fully upheld and the rightful winner is seated…So what is Biden hiding? I will not rest until the American People have the honest vote count they deserve and that Democracy demands.”

Well guess what, the game is over. Unfortunately, only one team seems to have heard the final buzzer. So I guess Chrump will be playing with himself. Unfortunately, we will still have to watch it happen. Until Security escorts him from the premises.

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*A whiny little baby who is facing financial ruin and jail time. I still want to see his fucking taxes. And a DNA sample. And what’s underneath that thing on his head. And him in an orange jump suit.

I. Mangrey reporting. Personally, I like presidents who don’t lose the popular vote.

 

At Last Our Long National Nightmare Had Decreased Incrementally

Joseph R. Biden is America’s 46^th President

November 7, 2020

“At the right time, I will be so presidential you will be so bored. I know when to be presidential.” Candidate Donald Trump, April 2016

So presidential, don’t you think

Some might remember the above quote despite all that has transpired since that time. Just one of the countless bullshit utterances to which we have by now become all too accustomed from the most dishonest president in history. Chrump has logged more than 20,000 lies during his time in office. And to date, he has not managed to spend one single nanosecond being presidential. Now might be a good time to give it a test spin.

Greta Thunberg talks smack on DJ T

There’s talk on the street of offering Chrump a deal to just walk away. A way to stop his five-year-long tantrum, exit gracefully, and agree to a peaceful transfer of power (his four-day-long-ALL-CAPS-tweet-tsunami, repeated claims of voter-fraud-evil-unicorns, and endless efforts to stop counting votes of black people, notwithstanding). Chrump is intimately familiar with losing in court and walking away, given his extensive history of court battles. As has been the story of his life, so has been the story of Chrump v. Countless Courts. He loses constantly.

Donald Chrump – The Syphilis of Presidents

Throughout his career as a lying, cheating racist, Chrump has mostly walked away a loser owing large sums of money. He cannot be permitted to walk, considering all the charges looming against him, his beloved Ivanka and her brothers in New York, and whatever else he might be charged with – the possibilities are endless.

All but one of the Chrump campaign’s court challenges over the past five days have been laughed out of court. The only one that wasn’t allowed his count observers were permitted to move eight feet closer – from 14 to 6 feet away – to the vote counters. This will be the last victory for Donald Chrump for the rest of his miserable existence.

Make Him Obey The Law…For Once

Though Chrump likely will never be forced to answer for this, he will have been directly responsible for the deaths of more Americans than either George W. Bush’s illegal invasion and subsequent debacle in Iraq, or Lyndon Johnson’s lie-begotten catastrophe in Vietnam, possibly both combined. I say no compromise. Drag Chrump out by his heels, kicking and whining if need be, and then give him his year in court. This country has already disgraced itself so badly by the mere act of electing this shameless and flagrant criminal, that one more shameful episode involving Chrump will not only be acceptable damage, but a very fitting end to this sordid chapter in American idiocy.

Chrump’s treasonous behavior in constantly attacking the legitimacy of our elections, are beyond the pale. Casting aspersions on states (with large black populations) across the nation. Threatening to sue nearly half a dozen states for imagined transgressions. Chrump’s legion of lawyers are petitioning the courts mercilessly and baselessly simply to humor our Child-in-chief and his Hindenburg-like ego.

I know, we should give him $130,000 to shut the fuck up. He’s used to that sort of thing. And he’s desperate for money. Apparently, Deutsche Bank is poised to put a serious hurt Chrumpworld as soon as Chrump gets returned to his status as citizen.

Donald Chrump – A Hate That Will Live in Infamy

A recent Yahoo News/YouGov Poll revealed that half (50%) of Trump supporters said they think Democrats are involved in child sex-trafficking rings and eat babies, while another third (33%) aren’t sure. Only about one in six (17%) Trump voters say they don’t believe in such a theory. Most (85%) Biden supporters who have heard of QAnon believe it’s a conspiracy theory with no factual basis. This is our America. The numbers above (which were compiled before the election) become even more disconcerting now that we have seen more than 70,000,000 Americans vote for a man who refused to disavow this psychotic, anti-reality movement. It might also be worth noting that QAnon is catching on across the globe. I don’t know if it’s particularly comforting to know that we are not alone, and that people the world over are losing their minds. Personally, this is not what I was hoping for.

Philosophers, pundits, and regular folks who wear tennis shoes or an occasional python boot, the world over are debating the big question: Can there be life after Chrump? I’ll settle for just an after Chrump.

This is an EX-president

I. Mangrey reporting.

Baby Step #1

November 7, 2020, 11:30 AM

Joe Biden is elected the 46th president of the United States. And not a moment too soon.

Ding, dong, the bitch is dead (figuratively speaking)

Now, we hold our breath until January 20, 2021, noon. Then ex-IMPEACHED president Chrump can spend some quality time with his lawyers, if he still has any by then, preparing to spend even more quality time in court, and if there is any justice in this world, in prison.

I. Mangrey relieved. Just a little.

Philly Special

No Way To Delay That Counting Coming Every Day

November 6, 2020

Many people are saying that the writing is on the wall. Someone in a bulletproof hazmat suit should tell IMPEACHED president Chrump that he is well on his way to being fitted with a jumpsuit that matches his artificial skin tone. It seems clear, in the early morning of day four of the counting and reporting of the votes, that Joe Biden will be the 46^th president of the United States. And it will likely be the mail-in ballots from Philadelphia that put him over the 270 Electoral College vote threshold. There will be kicking. There will be screaming. A great gnashing of lawyers. There will be fraudulent claims of fraudulent votes. And the tweets. IN ALL CAPS. For days and days. Devastated Donald screaming at the top of his lies. It will all go for naught. The corpulent soprano is warming up her grandiose voice and will be regaling us with song in a few hours.

Philadelphia says, “You’re welcome America.”

Chrumpublican talking heads are entreating their minions to descend on Philly and show how mad they are. Mad about what exactly? Mad that votes (which they have decided, based on the demented voices in their heads and absolutely nothing else) continue to be counted. As Stephanie Farr wrote in the Philadelphia Inquirer, “Philadelphians quickly took to social media to school the fear-mongering commenters on why this would be a very bad idea, since they’ve obviously never met anyone from Philly.”

The original Philly Special

I wish this race had come down to the wire, but the wire was about 72 hours ago. Many a pundit said that it would all come down to Pennsylvania. I don’t know why they said that, but it turned out the only reason this turned out to be true, is the fact that Pennsylvania law provides (for what I can only imagine is a bad reason) for counting mail-in ballots not to start until election night at the earliest; some did not start counting until the next morning. I guess this is why they are called counties.

First midnight of election week

Joe Biden says he wants to unite the country. This is no time for hunting unicorns. It has not been clearer for 150 years that there are in fact TWO Americas. But this time is nothing like last time. This is not about something as easily solved as the issue of slavery and racism. Many people are saying all of that was fixed with very little trouble and very completely long ago.

Today we have one America that is rooted in a relatively objective reality. There is a Second (Amendment) America that exists in some other, dare I say, alternative, sur-reality. There is absolutely no common ground with these tens-of-millions of people with whom we share physical space.

Chrump promises a piece-ful transfer of power

At the end you will see how Chrump is likely to leave the White House
(either this or a tranquilizer dart)

For example, this brain-damaged yahoo came out with one of the most reality-bashing statements anyone could ever imagine coming from someone not currently in a padded room wearing a frock with sleeves that wrap around the body in order to be buckled in the back. As we have come to expect from this deranged cretin, the statement was injected into the public domain via Twitter and this poor soul is lord and master of Second America…

Playing the claim game (in red is the Twitter warning of “misleading” content)

Another of these alternative beings called in to CSPSAN the other day and said, “There’s been no racial problems until Obama took over.” There are countless examples like this. So many insane conspiracy theories, so little functioning gray matter. You cannot reason with people like this. They cherish their ignorance and psychoses above all else. Something else has to happen to cause them to remove their heads from their asses. I’m not saying this to be rude. I'm saying this because if it is not literally true, then it is figuratively so, and I cannot disprove the former. Either way, there is something dreadfully wrong with these people and they need serious help. I’m just not sure how or if they can reprogram themselves.

This country will have to try and move on adjacent to these freaks, not with them. If too much effort is exerted in trying to play nice with them, nothing will get done. And let us not forget the pure, unadulterated, unfathomable evil about to be perpetrated by Mitch McConnell and his one vote majority in the badly decomposed body that, under his purple thumb, is the current United States Senate.

Well, not really, but a desperately needed first step;

stand back and stand by folks

I. Mangrey and I’m watching and I’m waiting, and I’m hoping for the best.

Picture This

See Me, Feel Me

November 5, 2020, 11:00 PM

It's tired and I'm getting late. Words escape me as does consciousness, so I leave you for the moment with some eye candy.

Fortunately, it appears to be his end, not ours

This is an ex-president

It's about time to party

I tired

Take The Edge Off While You Still Can

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November 5, 2020

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One could not be credibly accused of wallowing in hyperbole by imagining that Donald Chrump regrets not testing his theory that he could “stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody and wouldn’t lose any voters, ok?”  As part of his lifelong mission to appear grander than he really is (an irrefutably low bar), Chrump purposefully ignored repeated warnings in order to watch people die from this coronavirus and its COVID-19 infection (I believe COVID stands for Chrump Observably Victimizing Innocent Dwellers).   

His experiment seemed to be working, as many Americans managed to forget President Death’s willful mishandling of the nascent crisis.  People are understandably desperate for hope and leadership and many are falling victim – if not to the virus itself – to the reality-TV-con-job that passes for Chrump’s daily bipolar briefings.  Chrump is, though not with his tiny bare hands, killing thousands of Americans with his idiotic ramblings – pushing of unproven drugs, contradicting the advice of medical experts, and flagrantly and constantly lying through his dentures.  America’s Serial-killer-in-chief continues to add to his personal death toll in broad daylight every single minute of every single day and his supporters do not waver.  And Chrump does not give a half-whit what happens to any of them.  They deserve each other, but the rest of us do not deserve any of them.

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 It’s His Party And You Can Cry if You Want To

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It’s Still Last Night

The Morning During

November 4, 2020

This thing ain’t over. However it plays out, it will not be what many had hoped. There will be no flipping the Senate. There will be no increase in control of the House. There will be no decisive repudiation of the objectively despicable autocrat still enrapturing almost half of our fellow citizens.

I wish I had a hangover. That would be a much better reason to feel this shitty. Biden may still end up with a wafer-thin Electoral College victory. But America has shown its true colors. And those colors are white. More specifically, white nationalist. This country is clearly in of a time-out. A twelve-step program. A good, long stretch in rehab. We are addicted to racism and ignorance.

This nation is apparently in need of a suicide hotline after giving such aid and comfort to a man who has killed almost 250,000 of us and is bent on doubling that number as quickly as possible…for starters. Far too many Americans are perfectly happy with the most racist, and most overtly so, president at least 150 years. Heckofajob Whitey.

This murderous sociopath falsely claimed victory over night, telling his fawning zombies “We’ll be going to the U.S. Supreme Court – we want all voting to stop. We don’t want them to find any ballots a 4:00 in the morning and add them to the list. Okay?”

I won, I won, I won.

No. Not okay. Bad dog. Bad dog. Sit. Heel. Shut the fuck up. Someone should tell artificially-flavored-orange-Jello-brain that this is exactly how elections work…in a democracy, which on parchment at least, is something that still carries the day in the good old U.S. of A. The voting has in fact stopped. Someone should tell Dear Leader that after the voting stops, the votes get counted.

As usual, Chrump shows his total and unshakable ignorance of America. He will not be going to the Supreme Court. The Supreme Court is not Wendy’s. You don’t just walk in there and order up some verdicts with no tomato. We know that you got your “niece” Amy a job at what you think is the drive-thru window so you can get free verdicts when no one is looking, but there remains (for now at least) a chain of command in the court system. As far as anyone knows, there are few judicial hoops to jump through before dragging the highest court in the land into your fantasy snuff election. Unless, of course, all that was changed while we were asleep last night. Which is entirely possible.

Oddly, or rather, disgustingly, the votes that have yet to be tallied are the ones that were cast before what we call Election Day. How fucking stupid is that? People who planned ahead, who voted in some cases several weeks ago, which should make things easier to manage, now have to watch an incumbent, albeit psychotic and IMPEACHED president, whine about how unfair it is to count their votes. Naturally, this happens mainly in Republican’t run states. And of course, the voting he wants to stop, the voting Republican’ts have always fought to stop, is predictably that of black Americans.

So stand back and stand by. The votes will be counted. The lawyers will be deployed. The country will remain fucked. America will apparently not be great again, or likely ever, with what we are seeing. But there remains a pretty good chance that we will kick Chrump out of the White House and still have to kick him around some more as he begins his 2024 campaign – much to the dismay of Don, Jr., Ivanka and T*&cker Carlson who are chomping at the bit for their chance to ru(i)n this country.

Admittedly, Chrump’s horrifying obliviousness has served him well. Non-existent God have mercy on our souls.

I. Mangrey recuperating…sort of.

Songs For The Day

Later That Same Day

November 3, 2020

It is said that music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. I don't know about all that, but I must have music either in my ears or in my head at almost all times. This moment is certainly no exception. I can't sleep, can't keep food down, can't think straight. Must have music. Take your pick, or play the whole set. It's free. And some day, so may be we.

Mel Brooks - High Anxiety

Leonard Cohen - Democracy

Bruce Cockburn - Call It Democracy

GONG - Floatin' Anarchy

The Beatles - I've Got a Feeling

I. Mangrey, temporary DJ.

Rejection Day 2020: Make Election Day Ejection Day

Hopefully Not The Ballot Box At The End Of The Universe

November 3, 2020...or so they say

Philosophers the world over are debating the big question:
Can there be life after Chrump?

Regular folks the world over are asking the desperate question:
Can there please just be an after-Chrump?

WARNING: The following may or may not make the slightest bit of sense. I am hanging on by a thread and I cannot in any way guarantee either the quality or coherence of what follows. Nor can I necessarily be held responsible for what my hands are about to do. With any luck, my brain will have some say in the matter, but even that might not make any significant difference. Proceed at your own risk, knowing that at the worst, it is a bunch of words and nothing more.

These are the times that clench men’s sphincters. I wish I was sitting on pins and needles as opposed to the current state of my seating accommodations. I got up early and I voted like a bitch. Pardon my locker room talk, but when you’re a voter they let you do it. Grab ‘em by the ballot. Now the waiting. The waiting. The gnashing of teeth. And then finally, the shouting.

Woke up a little blurry and

headed straight to Vote Town

I have never been so happy to vote for someone I did not want to vote for. I was first in line, but I must admit that my heroic poll workers did not appreciate my little joke at 7:00AM: How late are the polls open in case I want to vote again later?

I voted

The polls will be open in the East for another eleven hours as I write this. The votes are piling up and being counted, the counts are being contested, the contest is afoot. The foot will hopefully be up Chrump’s ass in the very near future. Many people are saying this. Many people are also saying that the Orange Gas Cloud is dissipating. No one knows for sure just yet. Hopefully sooner than later.

The Chrumpublicans, are formerly the party of Lincoln, formerly the party of Teddy Roosevelt, formerly the party of Reagan, formerly the Republican’t Party. Still the party of Nixon the paranoid, hateful, lying crook. Still the party of George W. Bush/Dick Cheney. Bush – the dumbest motherfucker ever to take the White House up until the current clump of orange-colored cottage cheese in a cheap suit. Cheney* – the most evilest sonofabitch ever to run this country up until the current murderous, felonious, fascist fuckwit. These ne’er-do-wells will stop at nothing to undermine the American electorate. They never do.

When Malcolm X posited achieving his goals “by any means necessary” it was a plea and a demand for justice, for a better society for all. Donald Chrump is making it clear that he too wants to achieve his goal by any means necessary. Unlike Malcolm, Chrump’s goal has not a single thing to do with justice, or society, or truth or even basic reality. His goal is his well-being at all costs. Chrump has already exacted a severe cost and he is hell-bent on finishing the job…and us.

This race remains too close to tolerate. Much-too-close to half of this country is populated by apologists for racism, misogyny, fascism, conspiracy theories straight out of the Twilight Zone, rape, murder, thievery and a level of insane lying unseen in world history. We are witnessing the most dangerous, sickening display of sociopathy in this nation’s history. There have been many challenging times and a few almost disastrous eras. But, there has not been the confluence of crap we have been attempting to survive beyond all odds.

The Civil War, for all its horrifying, disgusting backstory, at least made sense. A bunch of inhuman racists intent on maintaining their contemptible lifestyle, fought those who thought treating human beings like livestock was somehow not a proper way to go about life on Earth. Go figure. But at least, from a purely anthropological perspective, it was really a pretty black and white issue (pathetic attempts to paint the dispute as something other, not withstanding). Today things are hazier. Some are fighting for stupid. Some a fighting for greed. Some are fighting to hide their abject fear of anything that is not them. Some are fighting to maintain their tyranny of the minority. Most of these are purposely and belligerently ignorant and just want war because they are angry…and as previously mentioned, stupid.

Got an email from Chrump’s least favorite spawn Eric this morning

The polls are still open. Nonetheless, there is a greater than zero chance that by the time you read this, Donald Jerkstore Chrump will have declared victory. He might even say that Joe Biden has signed a surrender agreement and has volunteered to leave the country. To that, or whatever form Chrump’s declaration of victory over America might take, one can only say, “Fuck you dickface. Shut the fuck up until it’s your turn to speak. And then, make it quick, we are sick to death of your dickless, whiny voice.

I am not typically taken to the kind of optimism that is recognized as such. It is very early in the morning of November 3, 2020. I have just risked life and limb in order to register my incalculable distaste for the current administration by voting live and in person. I will remain blissfully hopeful, albeit nauseous, cautious and scared out of my skivvies until such time as the Fat Man sings. If singing it can be called. 

For the record: All five voters in Dixville Notch chose Democratic presidential candidate Joe Biden over President Donald Trump. There you have it folks, the first votes are on the record. The good people of Dixville Notch have unanimously rejected Dicksville Sasquatch, setting the tone for today’s festivities.

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*Sure, Cheney shot a man in the face. Chrump has the blood of almost (soon-to-be) 250,000 Americans on his tiny hands. Just as sure as he went house-to-house and strangle people to death. Lock him up!

I. Mangrey reporting. Thanks for listening. Responsible comment invited.

Keith Olbermann preps the press for probable presidential perfidy