Will A Fan’s Death Wish Come True?

“President Trump greeted and waved at his supporters outside the Walter Reed Medical Center in Bethesda, MD Sunday (10/4); took a short, last-minute motorcade ride to wave to his supporters outside and returned to the Presidential Suite inside Walter Reed.”

WWL-TV YouTube Channel • Oct 4, 2020 • 14,320 views

To further flesh out WWL’s introduction of Trump’s self-centered, reckless joyride:

The final 10 seconds of this video vignette features an off-camera, mentally disturbed, radicalized cultist who spews forth his potentially diseased plume; his high decibel, 37 word count proclamation…

“God bless our president! I would die for him! I will die for that man, happily! I will die for him! Anybody wanna mess with him, you mess with me first! He is a hero, that man!”

Unidentified Male • Oct 4, 2020

• It’d not be shocking to learn that, by now, this ferociously fanatic sycophant’s insane sentiments have come to the attention of his praise-junkie, narcissistic hero.

• It’s also reasonable to assume that whenever Trump’s wind-up toy soldier is out and about, sycophantically obeying his idol’s psychotic marching orders, he never, ever masks up.

• Regrettably, it’d be a safe bet that the ferociously contagious Corona-V will stop at nothing to happily present him the golden opportunity to make that death wish come true.

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Stay Publicly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Fortune Cookie Blog (The Evil “I”)

The oft heard maxim goes, “There’s no ‘I’ in the word ‘TEAM’”!
A variation of that wisdom goes, “Narcissists, who only think
in terms of ‘I’; who believe that only they can RUN the whole
shebang; oft add their ‘I’ to RUN; ergo they RUIN everything!”

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Stay Publicly Masked
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Postcard Parable (Junk)

 

Once upon a time, there lived an old, crotchety, junk food scarfing,
praise junkie, who publicly boasted/obsessed about his puny “junk”!
He pissed away tax dollars to go on frivolous junkets, too! The End!
Moral: Make damned sure to never, ever empower a junkyard dawg!
Obiter Dictum: Stay Healthy! Stay Safe At Home! Mask Up In Public!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fly on the Wall Fake News?

 

Were we able to hot mic a manure eating housefly and release it within the Oval Office, what might we learn?

Two things are certain to make such an endeavor successful. With all the shit going on in that pigpen, there’d be little chance of our “bug” ever going hungry or even wanting to leave!

The benefits?

We could, in real time, finally eavesdrop on all the evil crap that’s actually being discussed, perhaps, even inclusive of this “perfect” phone call to the Food and Drug Administration?

DJT: Listen up you white lab coated losers! Science is shit! There’s nothing, REPEAT, NOTHING more important than ME getting reelected. To make ME look good, you WILL ramrod whatever Chinavirus vaccine looks the best thru the approval process, skip every last damned testing phase and start shooting that shit directly into the arms and asses of Americans on MY TIMETABLE. That means your DO or DIE deadline for making ME The Savior, is two weeks before Election Day, November 3rd! The only reassurances I want from you are that the voters don’t start dropping dead until November 4th. GOT IT?

FDA: Yesssir!

The End

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (Anger / Angst)

 

Have you heard the non-funny one-liner about the head-of-state,
who’s narrow-minded, thin-skinned and short-fused? He’d much
rather give us a piece of his mind, than establish peace of mind!

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Kinda weird isn’t it? Sorta like I’m human?”

Expounding on that headline, any self-deprecating words exiting Donald J.Trump’s mouth is more than sorta weird.

True, there he stands, larger than life, filming his Drew Carey Show cameo (circa mid-1997), playacting none other than HIMSELF and querying disparagingly. Hell, he’s even sporting his (even then) almost touching his crotch red tie!

Yep, that above paragraph’s Trumpian rundown is easy to buy into. Hell, “it is what it is.”

However, what is weirdly out of character is how he speaks onward to express lukewarm, sorta human sincerity and then extend generosity towards the everywoman / everyman working class. What a crying shame it’s ONLY Hollywood acting.

Hell, the Trump we know would ONLY behave in that manner, in real life, if such momentary largesse would buy him votes AND could simultaneously be written off as a charitable contribution… i.e., one that could be promptly and neatly itemized on his income tax Form 1040, Schedule A (which he’d never, ever release to the public like many past presidents have).

Seeing how Trump is not renown for ever poking fun at himself, his motivation for stepping before that bygone TV camera’s lens was none other than stroking his mindless ego… so much so, that he was likely oblivious to how he had, inadvertently, for a fleeting moment, behaved modestly and sorta human.

Just as he’s totally incapable of laughing at himself, he never laughs with the people he meets… only at them.

Hell, “it is what it is.”

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is There a Doctor in the House?

 

On one hand, there’s physician and immunologist Anthony Fauci, the learned, articulate, trustworthy professional, who’s a member of the White House Coronavirus Task Force. On the other hand, there’s the lusting for reelection, drama queen Donald J. Trump, whose ‘tude re Fauci could be best summed up as 99% jeers and barely 1% percent cheers (if even that).

It boggles the mind how such unpresidential pettiness could even play out against the backdrop of a raging out of control, deadly pandemic (of Trump’s own making). And, worse yet, that the fake prez would have the umittigated gall to even believe that his miserably flunking out in Pandemics 101 would still, somehow, entitle him to a second term. But it is what it is, right?

Anyway, for approximately the past two weeks, insufferable Donny’s psychotic episodes… all intricately intertwined like a soap opera’s ongoing, episodic plot… find him one nanosecond away from deadpanning, “You’re Fired!” and promptly marching Fauci out the infamous White House revolving door.

What’s pissing off the pissant prez is, at least, twofold…

• Fearless Fauci publicly rectifies the fake prez’s verbal diarrhea.
• The Doctor’s approval ratings soar, while sorehead Donny’s tank.

And for that how-dare-you-correct-me, TV ratings / public opinion polls obsessed prima donna / Donald, that’s a bitter pill to swallow.

It’s almost ludicrous how the one and only qualification Anthony needs to earn his keep is to continue drawing in the very audiences that narcissist / adulation junkie Donny simply cannot live without.

Such a trade-off could be well worth it, considering how the side effect of Fauci getting the last laugh… i.e., his continued presence… could, eventually, become the literal difference between life and death.

 

Stay Safe! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

Is the Felt-Tip Pen Mightier Than the Fascist’s Sword?

 

Ever since man-child Donald J. Trump utterly failed to prevent a preventable pandemic and totally left it up to the governors to decide on whether to shut down America… or not…

The fake prez has been akin to the on vacation, road tripping, antsy, backseat brat, who’s been driving his parents nuts by incessantly whining, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

That’s a fair analogy, seeing how Trump has been feverishly pestering and bullying these same governors to prematurely and recklessly reopen churches, schools and businesses… especially businesses… while COVID-19’s death toll is still skyrocketing.

After all, if they don’t cave into Pollyanna Trump’s unreasonable demands, he won’t be able to perpetuate his get reelected MYTH that America is in post-pandemic mode and returning to normalcy / prosperity?

Of course, deep down, Trump actually loves how COVID-19 has been burying liberal oldsters and people of color… typically, the very voters, who’d never support him. Ergo, his loud and clear message to us has become…

Do your damned duty and DROP DEAD for Wall Street!

Obviously, Fascist Trump’s ‘tude marches in lockstep with genocidal maniacs, who our World History books have been warning us about for ages. For those of us, who’ve been paying, attention, we’re fully aware that autocrats do their damnedest to always make evil shit happen.

Translation: As an asthma compromised old man, I expect corona, Trump’s ally, to eventually snuff me out.

Until then, I find myself besieged by a whole new psychology, which overrules and dims my outlook. I treat the arrival of each joyless day as if it’s my last. Discretionary spending has flown out my slammed shut window, as I wonder which will happen first… the collapse of civil society or my body? Either eventuality, I could easily be robbed of my life.

And so… long sigh… topping off my bucket list is my goal to make it to Election Day’s morning after. I must discover if the pissed off, righteous, American electorate’s felt-tip pens have proven mightier than the Fascist’s sword.

If all goes well, my cast absentee ballot to Constitutionally oust Donald J. Trump (if counted) could be my one last chance to leave my positive mark on my hometown, homeland and home world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Cheerleader-In-Chief

 

The coronavirus crisis, of science denier Donald J. Trump’s own making, has denied Americans their lives and livelihoods on a massive scale. One would expect the bad karma associated with his mucking up Pandemic Management 101 to be sufficient to deny him reelection. But will it?

Not if his ego and power tripping have any say in this matter. It’s fairly safe to say there’s nothing he would not do to snag a second, totally undeserved term. But, how far would he go?

Suppose he knew of an insufficiently tested, potentially dangerous vaccine, which he deemed “perfect” for huckstering just in the nick of time… i.e., one mere week prior to Election Day.

It’s easy to envision dense Donny donning his brilliant red, red state compatible, Santa Claus costume, hitching up Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (a.k.a. Rudy Giuliani) to his loaded with syringes sleigh and flying off all across America. Together, in all sorts of weather, they’d swoop down and land in municipalities great and small. That’s where “St. Nick” would play doctor and shoot up everybody. But, would he flat-out lie to his “patients”? Not disclose the iffiness of this serum?

Factoring in how fact checkers have caught him telling whoppers, tens of thousands of times, since his being sworn in, what would telling one more lie even mean to a pathological liar?

He doesn’t give a flying F about about public safety, either. After all, he’s the very snake oil salesman who’s been known to push the anti-malarial (contraindicated for COVID-19) drug Hydroxychloroquine… to instruct his “patients” to fry their guts with UV radiation and shoot up / mainline household (FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY) disinfectants.

Safe to say, he’d think nothing of morphing people into lab rats / risking more lives.

Of course, seeing how Christmas in July is only a crass, avarice driven, Madison Avenue concept, let’s strip this blog of its Santa Suit.

What we actually have, here, is Donny, the self-proclaimed Cheerleader-In-Chief. All he need do is cheer the people up long enough to vote for him come Election Day. And, were any of his always barren of science, horrific advice to cause his victims to drop dead the very next day… eh… so what? Easy come / easy go… well… at least from that sociopath’s perspective.

Oh, the unmitigated gall of his feeling entitled to a second term… in spite of his own negligence which, so far, has resulted in the needless deaths of 137,000 Americans. Hmm, doth grave digger Donny feel a compulsion to “up” his numbers to 1 Million? 2 Million? 200 Million? More?

Were he to politically bury his Democratic rival, too, it’d be easy to envision DJT reveling in his ill-gotten victory, giddily giggling his fat Fascist fanny off while uttering, “Anyone stupid enough to believe anything I say, deserves to die! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Be his shoddy wares pharmaceutical or rhetorical, street smart people will just say “NO!” to whatever BS dope dealer Donny is pushing. And savvy voters will never allow Donald J. Trump the last laugh.