Our Absolutely Appalling President

And it will get worse.

Funny how spending a night in Missoula, Montana can make your perspective even worse than you may have had about our Distended Dictator.

Really.

First, the Natalie Thing. Now look, I do not presume that she’s servicing the president. Honestly, I don’t think she is, even if I’m joking around. Hero worship only goes so far. Certainly stranger things have happened even in the Oval Office.

Sexually I mean.

The notion that a 35 year old woman would consent to that sort of thing with a man 45 years older isn’t preposterous. Just unlikely. I do think she’s profoundly mentally ill. I’d rather have her be coherent and take care of him sexually. It’s a punishment of its own kind.

I do believe the JD Vance sofa story, though. What’s odd is JD Vance looks like the kind of person who would indeed take a divan on a romantic dinner date with low candlelight.

“Your ottoman looks so hot tonight.”

“It’s a little number I picked up at the IKEA Swedish meatball refrigerator. “

“Your accent pillows are so…overstuffed”,

“I love it at Levitz. Then I met the love seat from Macy’s”.

I’ll stop.

Oh the ballroom. OK, someone please tell me if the new East Wing Ballroom is some sort of creepy national security bunker to ride out a revolution or another monument to 8647’s supernova ego.

Yes and yes.

The Orangufaketan held up some drawings of this 100,000 square foot crime against America. Looks like a Bruce McCall National Lampoon painting of the HMS Tyrannic. You can now see that he cares about two things :

A. Making money

B. Getting his megalomania satisfied.

That’s it— no more.

I don’t understand why his slave master staff doesn’t seem to realize that any opportunity they use to have him speak publicly is now always a catastrophic shitshow. He doesn’t sound high or drunk.

He sounds brain damaged. When will they tell us about the weird microstroke he had?

He tells an aircraft carrier crew that they should stay much longer in an overflowing shit bucket without food.

Mr. Friend of Defense (War).

He destroys the relationship with our largest trading partner for what? His delusional territorial land grab?

He undermines a 70-year alliance with South Korea, our critical Asian defense partner, to please his bloated I-smoke-in-a-nursery-because-I-can pal, Kim Jong Un. My dad almost got killed over there because of Kim’s grandfather. And, by extension, the author of You Betcha!

He sells insider trading information for $100,000 per month

Hello, GOP Congress! Those are impeachable offenses by my read of the constitution.

He destroyed the Rose Garden, now called “The Slab”, but not in front of him, of course.

The monster ghoul continues to insist his name appear on a memorial to an assassinated president. He brings Natalie to a dignified transfer.

It’s all in the open. In Missoula. In Sacramento. In Thief River Falls. In Omaha. In Dayton. In Plattsburgh. In Pittsburgh. In Mobile and Miami and Manteca.

It just isn’t apparent to the guys under the dome at the end of Pennsylvania Avenue.

Oh yeah —his creepshow chain-migrating, anchor-baby mama immigration fraudster can’t-quite-figure-out-her- Epstein -role Eva Braun-Imelda Marcosish wife finally made a public appearance after 34 days.

Imagine Jackie or Betty doing that.

Finally, this sad vain man’s impersonation of hair. I’m still puzzling over this. I can’t decide whether he had a particularly good Herr day, where some actual professional did it instead of the Purple Bruise Hands cretin—an Appalling President in every way, or it’s extensions.

Even his MAGA dumfux see him now as the grifter burglar he is.

I don’t what the next words after “appalling” would be to describe the oafish ham-handed piss-odorous pedo-adjacent adjudicated rapist currently in the Oval Office.

Oh.

I just listed them.

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Hey, YBs!: Have a non-appalling day!—J.