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So, this blog site went live exactly seven years ago today, aiming to chronicle the kookiness of the kakistocracy-curious creeps whod infested my beloved countrys government. And after each and every post, my most fervent wish has been to run out of material, to turn yall away with a mournful Outside of a brief, largely courteous Wyden/Romney spat over public land use, nothing of note occurred this week, sorry.
well, maybe next time. (And as always, get links n such here: https://showercapblog.com/strange-bedfellows-and-useful-idiots-and-some-third-thing-probably/)
A lot has changed in those seven years. For instance, though it feels like ancient history nowadays, once upon a time, our political press believed an aging politicians merest slip of the tongue merited days of breathless commentary; now, a visibly decomposing septuagenarian can yammer incoherently on the leading issues of the day, indeed, can belch up gibberish thats barely discernible as English, with nary a mention in the morning paper.
Shoot, he can even forget who hes running against, and not one single column demanding his immediate withdrawal from the race will appear! Silly rabbit, standards are for Democrats!
And sure, he took no questions at the latest press conference he duped the media into attending, opting instead to utilize their proffered platform to further defame and harass several of the women hes sexually assaulted, but on the other hand, ethically and substantially equal in every way to the previously mentioned rapey hand, Kamala Harris appears to have flip-flopped on the issue of paper straws.
At said press conference, the preferred candidate of American evangelicals dismissed one of his many accusers, by saying, She would not have been the chosen one.
The chosen one.
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He wont rape just anybody, yknow. You have to look more than a little like his daughter, (the hot one, not Tiffany) for a start. Then, you gotta pass a cognitive test. Yes, all of it, even the really tough bits, with the drawings of farm animals.
As this adjudicated rapist, this felon 34 times over, schleps and whines and sleep-farts his way from trial to trial, (congrats on the sentencing delay, by the way) its worth noting that one cop-killer whose sentence he commuted has already been convicted again, this time of assaulting his wife. Of course, you wouldnt see shenanigans like that in a second Trump term, not under Attorney General Enrique Tarrio.
Sometimes you need a strongman, proclaimed the weakest man alive, retreating into his favorite fantasy, the one where Viktor Orbán swaddles him in a blanket, and whisks him away to his magical castle in Hungary, where dictators get the most ice cream scoops no matter what, and absolutely no prosecutors, special or otherwise, are allowed, enforced by a dragon.
Republican thoughts and prayers once again failed to prevent the latest school shooting, further evidence that they are idiots, despised by God.
Its hard to blame Him. To JD Vance, all this eminently preventable carnage is merely a fact of life, so I guess the rest of the developed world is populated by some superior life form, one less willing to see its children butchered, if perhaps a trifle incapable of accurately evaluating the worth of Oasis tickets.
Sure as the tide rolls in, kids whove already been investigated by the FBI for threatening a school shooting will receive semi-automatic rifles as Xmas gifts, hectored JD, Are we supposed to ban Santa Claus?
Vances proposed solution? You guessed it, MORE GUNS in schools, only with ivermectin-laced bullets now, so the slaughtered children wont have to worry about Covid, or worms. Because being death cult clergy means never having to say a single word that makes a lick of fucking sense.
The estate of Isaac Hayes joined the ever-lengthening list of entities to defeat the Dotard in court, though I suppose if you cant even overturn one measly presidential election, what chance would you possibly have against Black Moses? And look, ABBA and Céline Dion wait in the wings, for their own turn with the paddle of copyright law.
Without the benefit of intellectual property protections, we may have to fall back upon constitutional provisions against cruel and unusual punishment to safeguard the public from Tom Petty-defiling RNC Chair Lara Trumps latest single. On the other hand, maybe if we feed it into these newfangled AI thingamajigs, itll short em out from within. On the other other hand, that might be precisely the sort of thing that would lead a machine intelligence to determine humanity is a menace in immediate need of total eradication.
Melanias got a memoir coming out, too. I was able to obtain an advance copy, and I think it might surprise you. The chapter where she discusses her husbands brush with Covid-19 was particularly moving. All those long, lonely nights, listlessly perusing the prenup
riveting stuff.
Nick Fuentes doesnt understand where it all went so wrong. His Turd Emperor told him they stole the 2020 election from him, and would a rapist who stole from charity and cheated on multiple wives and stiffed contractors and defrauded banks and insurers lie? I mean sure, he lied about crowd size and colluding with Russia and September 11th and the path of a hurricane, but would he lie about the integrity of our federal elections?
One wonders if falling for such a blatant con might lead young Nickward to question his belief in his own racial supremacy. Barring that, one wonders how to get in touch with him regarding the opportunities for profit Amway offers.
Furious indignation reverberated throughout the right-wing disinformation ecosystem, in the wake of revelations that many of MAGA medias leading dipshits have been unwittingly operating as useful idiots for Vlad Putins murderous regime.
WHERES MY CUT? demanded Tulsi Gabbard. I spread way more Kremlin propaganda, whinged Candace Owens, Besides, Tim Pools just gonna spend those rubles on beanies and waifu pillows!Tell Mr. Putin it would probably be easiest if he wrote the check directly to the Sandy Hook families I terrorized, bleated Alex Jones.
Of course, its Pool, and Benny Johnson, and their ilk, whore the Real Victims Here️, according to a bunch of Republicans whore definitely not sweating over the idea of DoJ looking into their own revenue streams. Sorry, Senator Rubio, preexisting political opinions arent covered under the Foreign Agents Registration Act.
Golly, Its getting sos an enterprising young wingnut grifter cant even engorge himself at the trough of a hostile foreign power. Why, mean ol Merrick even indicted Dimitri Simes, longtime advisor to Senator Rand Paul, and Individual One himself.
Tucker Carlson, having all but dissipated into irrelevancy, sat seething on the sofa, watching Jesse Watters diddle away his diligently indoctrinated prime time Fox audience on garden-variety MRA piffle about the inherent girlymanness of drinking a vanilla ice cream shake through a straw*, and knew hed need a big, fat, dumb stunt to win back the attention of the rubes he lost in his acrimonious divorce from the Murdochs.
Enter Holocaust revisionist Darryl Cooper. Revisionist, rather than outright denialist, in that he believes the Holocaust happened, but that it was Churchills fault, for being such a meanie to Hitler, who only wanted everyone to have bunnies and cupcakes and hugs. (Much nicer than fuddy-duddy Winstons blood, toil, tears, and sweat, I'm sure youll agree.)
Which is horseshit, of course, but if theres one thing white supremacists love, its being lied to, (see Fuentes, Nick) especially about their loser movements loser history. And if you dont believe me, Ive got seven years worth of blog archives to prove it.
Anyway, Tucker definitely got the attention he wanted, so much so that JD Vance said, Me next! because he wanted to sit in the Hitler apologists chair while it was still warm. Also probably to sniff it, but I imagine theyll edit that part out.
Terrible news, comrades! That damnable Ron Johnson uncovered the truth about our dastardly Deep State proto-Jade Helm known as the Great Depression. Ah, we were fools to believe we could ever slip anything past a genius of such caliber, particularly after he single-handedly unmasked our elaborate pandemic hoax.
An armed standoff between McDonalds Truthers (who believe Kamala Harris never worked at McDonalds) and Accent Truthers (who believe Kamala Harris uses a fake southern accent) thankfully ended without bloodshed, when the leaders of the two factions met face to face, and realized they were the Bundy brothers.
Seems North Carolina Republican gubernatorial candidate Mark Robinson may have a few skeletons in his closet, though they are believed to be safely hidden behind the mountains of pornographic videocassettes, and the stolen Girl Scout cookies.
With Liz and Dick Cheney endorsing Vice President Harris, Team Rapist unveiled some defectors of their own: a few distant cousins of Tim Walz, take that, libtards! They may not be able to pass fifth grade English, but at least they got to meet Hulk Hogan. (UPDATE: its been brought to my attention that they did not actually get to meet Hulk Hogan. In my defense, I made that up.)
A fistfight broke out at a Saline County, Arkansas Republican Committee meeting, because these lil guys get crabby if you dont let em run around in the yard, maybe violently disrupt a government proceeding now and then. Youre lucky they didnt shit on the floor.
Okay, Im off to celebrate my seventh blogiversary, by binge drinking until I can wrap my head around how I wound up in a coalition with Dick Freakin Cheney.
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*REAL men dip their balls in their milkshake, absorbing it through scrotal osmosis.