Dr. B.M. Makes His Rounds?

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I could not help but notice how, early this a.m., Dr. B.M. (a.k.a. Steven Gundry) is once again making his sponsoring rounds; grossing out all who post and/or read content on most freebie WP sites.

BTW, if his advert fails to appear, immediately, refresh your screen till it does? Uh, actually, don’t bother. Just trust me / take my word for it.

Step right this way, folks, for the description of his decidedly icky visual, which kinda / sorta looks like a hand dipping into / sloshing around used, Brown #2 dyed, toilet water; while he tastelessly trots out his following “promise”…

“This Simple Trick Empties Almost Immediately Your Bowels Every Morning”

Steven Gundry

Now, seeing how the pandemic has made for tough times, all over, might it be taking its toll on Dr. B.M.’s biz, too? After all…

  • We, of the critical thinker demographic, need neither his methods nor meds; i.e., seeing how we’ve been easily emptying our bowels throughout Donald J. Trump’s entire four-year-too-long, scary reign of terror; finding our quality toilet time going down, even easier, ever since his January 6, 2021 (fortunately failed) coup d’état.
  • Dr. B.M. probably can’t even count on any of Trump’s brown-noser insurrectionists becoming paying customers, either. Consider how, with the greatest of ease, they were able to take dumps and smear / track their fecal matter all over the U.S. Capitol.
  • Donny himself would have no need, either. As a malignant narcissist, he wouldn’t have the heart to part with any of his own, precious poop.
  • Even Dr. B.M., himself, won’t be taking his own medicine. NOPE, not when the very thought of a faltering biz has gotta scare him $#!+less.

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Vivisection (Via Verbiage Only)

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Via a valid and vivid vivisection
An Exposé of ExPrez imperfection
Rhyme or reason presents clear reflection
This well-versed in Poli-Sci, thumbnail inspection

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Ignoble ignorance lurks, aft, Trump’s complexion
Housed in his automatic, autocratic head section
His default setting, to the max, Fault Deflection
Plus alt setting: Psychological Projection

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“Doctor” Don’s anti-science predilection
Inculcates his cult’s injection rejection
Perpetuates Covid’s fatal infection
Shared Viceroy / Virus M.O.; folks’ subjection

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Trump sees not 2020, loss of election
Sore loser makes, not, he-got-less-votes connection
Hence, he sought Pence to abet his defection
Since Pence spurned, Trump plots next Insurrection

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“The Only Game In Town” ~ 1 Year Ago

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One year ago, on January 6th, the certifiable sore loser of America’s 2020 Presidential Elections, Donald J. Trump, in a last ditch effort to rebelliously overstay his welcome; to defiantly cling to the power the voters had ordered him to relinquish, made a public appearance.

After swaggering onto the world stage, he delivered his rabble rousing, subversive “Stop the Steal” speech (ironically, to steal the presidency from the duly elected Joe Biden).

Donald would use and abuse his bully pulpit to:

  • indulge his enfeebling, malignant narcissism; stroke his huge ego
  • regurgitate his Big Lie about widespread, voter fraud (unfounded)
  • thwart Congressional certification of Biden’s Electoral College win

Trump’s rally attendees were far more than mere faces in the crowd. And, oh, did they ever gobble up / pig out on his every word, syllable, dotted “i” and crossed “t”. Worse yet, it hadn’t taken much brain power to read between his lines.

In essence, Trump, the (in title only) President of The United States of America was ordering his assembled private army of insurrectionist wannabes to ATTACK the United States of America. And, they’d eagerly obey his “fight like hell” command; willfully transform his seditious-take-no-prisoners words into their seditious-take-no-prisoners deeds.

Seething with gargantuan Trumpian rage, they stormed the U.S. Capitol (some of them going the public defecation route); their mission:

To burn down a nearly two-and-one-half-century
old Democracy in 1 single Wednesday afternoon.

What follows is a copy / paste “reblog” of my in real time, January 6, 2021 reactions to the horrifying, disheartening TV images assaulting my eyeballs; my past post hitting the www scant moments prior to that orange, fascist freak having been cajoled (physically dragged?) away from his own TV; his mission:

To waddle before the TV camera, to begrudgingly deadpan his too little / too late / absolutely contrary to his actual desires, STAND DOWN orders to his fellow traitors to America.

That had to have been one helluva downer for Donald J. Trump; the anticlimax to an entire afternoon’s worth of his giddily cheering on / getting off on what he must’ve viewed to be “The Only Game In Town“.

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America’s Darkest Hour

For 4 years, the dark days have neared
Not unforeseen, YET, they were feared
Insurrection’s ghastly head has reared
Democracy’s FOES have now appeared
Freedom’s heart, they all have speared

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Year End Riddle: Who Is He?

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He’s stoned high on himself; drunk on raw power
High on his high horse; holed up in high tower

He cedes high road to reign; his reins: ball and chain
Seeds storm clouds with filth, “green” eyes downpour rain

He stows stone beneath sternum; rocks between ears
Boasts high on hog’s life; toasts Fascist pig peers

Brutal Cops, Nazis, Klansmen, are best buds he treasures
Feeding off their vile vibe; he cops pervy pleasures

Depictions / descriptions; depressed regions; war-torn
All human suffering and death; are that sicko’s porn

Triple X starlets role play; become cheating cad’s crushes
Their bejeweled, plastic bods; afford him gold rushes

He shuns “raincoats” and masks, that fend off infections
In both daydreams and nightmares; he plots insurrections

His rallies roll out; all the known nasty “isms”
That fracture society; with too tough to fix schisms

He beds down, best bud bedlam; they cohabit and mate
They hate to make love; yet, love to make hate

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Postcard Parable (The Grade F F’er)

 

Once upon a time, an odd Ogre, afflicted with malignant narcissism,
bovine spongiform encephalopathy, tertiary syphilis & Alzheimer’s,
hopelessly mucked up (beyond all recognition and repair), the very
homeland he swore on the Bible he’d preserve, protect and defend!
As such, his ferocious delusions of grandeur misled him; resulted in
his erroneously grading his leadership skills A+ while 6 out of every
10 of his subjects only deemed the F’er F-worthy. Not “owning” even
one achievement to present to non-cultist electors, his traveling the
high road to stay in power wasn’t a viable option. Ergo, his low road
spin doctors sabotaged fair elections! He won. Citizens lost! The End!
Moral 1: Unfit kings are best served by doctors of medicine; not spin!
Moral 2: Spin doctors can only worsen & prolong what ails a nation!
Obiter Dictum: Stay safe at home!  Mask up in public!  Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Subtract – Add – Multiply – Divide

 

The small-minded, ham-handed fake prez can be expected to muck up nearly everything he gets his small hands on.

To try one’s hand at societal problem solving involves a process not unlike plugging the variables into a mathematical equation. Now, here’s why Donald J. Trump is such a lousy mathematician…

Into each equation, without thinking, Donny’s head will automatically SUBTRACT logical, time honored scientific principles and ADD in his incalculable levels of debilitating malignant narcissism, abject amorality, unbridled avarice, corrupt ambition and pathological dishonesty. Whatever non-answer(s) he comes up with will, damned near always, bitterly DIVIDE public opinion and vastly MULTIPLY the problem, too.