Sunday, August 18, 2019

The Pot Calling the Kettle Fat

This dumb little skit from last week's empty-seat cult rally in New Hampshire is utterly meaningless, and yet perfectly encapsulates the operational aesthetic of this human centipede of an administration in general, as well as its top turd-sucker in particular:

President Trump on Thursday called the man he mocked for having a “weight problem” at a New Hampshire rally earlier that evening after discovering he was a supporter.

A senior administration official said Friday that after campaign staff got the rallygoer's contact information, Trump called him from Air Force One on the way back to Bedminster, N.J. [....to waste more taxpayer money playing fucking golf -- Ed.] The president left a voicemail message.
Fun! So let's break this down into its component parts, just to make sure we have it all covered:
  • Morbidly obese septuagenarian who takes a golf cart to the shitter, and who literally believes exercise is bad for you, mocks a protester for being fat.

  • Turns out the fat guy's a supporter, not a protester.

  • Turns out that while he's not exactly Michael Phelps, he's not fat, either, certainly not compared to the spray-tanned, gravy-soaked tub of shit who mocked him from his very presidential stage.

  • The fat guy who mocked the not-fat guy for being, well, fat decides to call and leave a very presidential voicemail in which he pointedly did not apologize -- because there is never anything to apologize for when you're oh-so-very-perfect in every conceivable way, and never wrong about anything, whatever and ever, amen.

  • The chump at the receiving end of all this is such a cult-infused loser on wheels that he loves it, his support is unwavered in the least. Keep suckin' that dick, moron.

It's pretty sad to have to point out explicitly that pejorative terms such as "cult" and "loser" are not, and have never been (in this context, anyway) even mild exaggerations. This is textbook cult behavior, where the leader singles out an innocent member of the flock for punitive action or scorn, and the member loves Dear Leader for it.




And obviously anyone who lets themselves be treated like that by a fucking politician is, by definition, a straight-up loser, a consummate failure at the business of life. I don't give a fuck if the guy rescues homeless pets and stray orphans in his spare time, every minute he's spent supporting and defending this wad of rotten gristle has been a series of wasted breaths.

They deserve each other. One holds tenuously to the increasingly dwindling hope that enough people remain who don't deserve this nonsense.

Also, too, just a reminder: the guy who claimed that he wouldn't have time to play golf, like that lazy blackety-black fucker, because he'd be too busy working hard for the Real 'murkin peoples, spent yet another weekend forcing us to pay him to play at his own resort, therefore monetizing his own vacation yet again. One hundred eleven million dollars and counting.

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