Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Carla Waldman

Carla Waldman just called the Chinky Chinky lady a fucking asshole and to go back to China, but Carla Waldman insists she's not a racist.

Friday, August 16, 2019

Nuclear Apartheid

Israel is a racist, nuclear armed, apartheid state that regularly attacks its neighbors and Palestinians.

These frequent attacks are often at odds with US foreign policy goals and puts US service men and women in the area at risk.  

But more importantly, apartheid is not an American value.

The US must stop giving Nuclear Apartheid billions in free taxpayer money, weapons and intel because as long as there are Palestinian lands to steal and Palestinians to kill, the Zionists won't stop.


Tuesday, August 13, 2019

what liberals want is what most of America wants.

Republicans has done a fantastic job at painting liberals as the ultimate evil. To help the republican plan, Democrats have frequently snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.

Democrats, liberals and most of America want in on Medicare. At any age. No mandate, just opt in. And shut the fuck up about socialism.  Do you get US Mail? Ever go to a library? Call the Fire Department? The (gasp!) Cops? You like clean water? Clean Air?

You support the US Military? You believe in socialism, asshole  Medicare opt in is cheaper than the current system and you too, will benefit. 

Liberals do want to take your AR-15 and shove it up your ass. But we'll settle for high taxes on each sale, registration, insurance, locks and background checks. You ain't no well regulated militia, you fruitloop.

Liberals want action on the greatest existential threat to life on this planet. Climate change is not hoax, asshole. Why this is even a question is a testament to conservative meant-spirited-assholeness.

Liberals want true criminal justice equality. Today, every cop is a walking civil rights violation. That shit has to stop. Prison reform should of happened 100 years ago.

Donald Trump is a racist white supremacist. If you voted for him, you're the problem, you retarded, emotionally stunted asshole.

Liberals want economic justice. Bernie's right. Pharma, petro, insurance, google, and facebook monopolies have to be broken. So does NSA domestic spying, parallel construction, cell phone provider spying...it all has to end.

By the way, we call ourselves the Democrat'ic' party. You call yourself "donald' 'mitch' or 'ted', that's what we'll call you. If you can't give us the courtesy of calling us by the name we have chosen, we'll just call all of you a mean-spirited assholes at every opportunity. Golden Rule applies here.

Fundamentally liberals believe in fairness. We believe in voting, not mass murder because you don't like the current immigration laws. Vote. You don't like how things are run, you vote in America, you don't pick up a weapon.

Liberals think republicans have a racist problem. Not all republicans are racist, I assume, but if you are a racist in 2020, you're voting republican. That psychological crime rest squarely on every conservative.
Guns are a problem, not video games, not mental illness. Guns and mentally crippled right wing conservatives are America's number one threat to life and liberty. Global warming is real and is going to kill us all. Also, God is not real. Sorry, but all that garbage written 2000 years ago by sheep herders is garbage. All religions are nonsense. Buddhism is not a religion and I'm not sure Hinduism is ether. But orthodox Jews, Muslims and Christians, you largely believe in fiction.  In the truest form, you are very  fucking crazy.

Donald Trump is mentally crippled racist. It will be astonishing if he doesn't kill millions and usher in depression. Everything he touches goes to shit. Fuck you for voting for evil, but thanks for outing yourselves. I'll never hire you. I'll never give you an even break. I'll work my life to prevent your sickness from spreading. You are a cancer that will be excised.

Fortunately for republicans, you've successfully gerrymandered everything and voter suppressed too many Americans, noting will change. Congrats. You won. I will note that your mental illness is it's own punishment. Enjoy your hell, asshole deplorable

Monday, April 08, 2019

The Rule Of Goats Applies.

If you shit-post to pwn the Libs, the Rule Of Goats applies. You may of posted ironically, but at the end of the day, your just a selfish, mean-spirited, bigoted Goat fucker.

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

A big wet sloppy blow job for maga assholes

Bill Barr's three and a half summary is a blow job. It's a shitty cover-up and an insult to maga assholes who read poorly. It's bullshit and Special Russian Agent Dumpfy Loser is still going to jail.

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Listen to Houston midget, Joe Gamaldi

Houston police lied to a judge to get a no-knock warrant and murdered two people, but you're the fucking problem.
At a news conference Jan. 29 that followed a botched drug raid which left five HPD officers injured and two residents dead, Gamaldi said "we're going to be keeping track of y'all," saying critics were spreading negative rhetoric about police officers. He also said, "we've all got your number now."

Tuesday, February 05, 2019

Friday, February 01, 2019

You Can't Get There From Here David Roth


“It’s not going to change a damn thing,” the President of the United States told an assemblage of news anchors at an off-the-record White House meeting some weeks ago. “But I’m still doing it.” To a certain extent, that groaning is just standard Trump shit—his signature all-caps triumphalism is balanced by an equal and opposite tendency towards teenish mopery when he doesn’t get what he wants fast enough, or hot enough, or served with proper deference. But there was something a bit different about this. He was referring to a trip he’d make to the Rio Grande Valley later that week, during the early-middle part of the 35-day federal government shutdown, at the point when various assholes were putting on barn jackets and getting themselves photographed squinting at arroyos outside of McAllen, Texas. It was just before a televised speech that Trump would make in primetime that night.
There was some concern about that speech, because Trump had been doing that Trump thing where he gets bored and flutters his eyelids and then veers psychedelically off-script and begins drawling about some bizarre shit that no one can quite place or even parse. For a while, that meant interrupting himself to explain how smugglers bring women across borders into Texas and California and Arizona with specific types of tape over their mouths—he would list the types of tape that the smugglers used, usually mentioning that it was blue. “They get off the road and they drive out into the desert, and they come on, they make a left turn,” he told a media gaggle on January 4. “Usually it’s a left, not a right.” The Washington Post dutifully attempted to run down where Trump might have been getting this, and mostly failed. It could have been a chopped-and-screwed remix of something a border patrol agent told him, it could have been from the sequel to Sicario, some poreless beige security goblin might have leered it out from within a box next to Lou Dobbs. Joan Collins might have whispered it to him in a dream.
The “left turn” thing and the tape thing kept coming up. For weeks it went on like this—syntactically erratic tweets at unholy times of day about things no one understood, weird sneering answers to unheard questions issued while a helicopter whined a few yards away, photo opportunities in which grim-faced white people in suits or uniforms stood around behind Trump while he described the situation at the border as if recapping the plot of Cannonball Run.

But Trump read the nationally televised speech as written, which meant that it was both more egregious and more boring than usual—heavier on terms like “humanitarian crisis” than his off-the-cuff statements, with notably less action-movie color around the margins. It was the sort of performance that used to get him called “presidential” by certain clammy professional types. He had some more meetings and they didn’t go anywhere; he convened a meeting with Rep. Nancy Pelosi and Sen. Charles Schumer and some other powerful people and then theatrically walked out of it after saying “bye bye,” then tweeted that he had just done as much. “The president walked into the room and passed out candy. It’s true,” the vice president told reporters after that one. “I don’t recall him ever raising his voice or slamming his hand.”
I don’t remember how long ago that was. It could be two weeks. It could be a year. On Friday, when Trump’s TelePrompter froze during a brief appearance announcing the end of the shutdown—or, anyway, announcing that it would at least be three weeks before a second one—he was left to ad-lib about illegal immigration and the wall he wants to build to stop it. He talked about the tape again.
What most bears repeating and is most readily forgotten about Trump, even after his shutdown stole paychecks from 800,000 government employees and more than a million contractors for reasons even he never seemed to understand, is that he has no idea what he’s doing. There were certainly ways in which Trump’s shutdown reflected both traditional reactionary values—bullying and stiffing vulnerable working people are core to both Trump and his party—and Trump’s unique determination to leverage his every ugly belief to the max, but also there was never the sense that any of this was happening by design. On Friday, he agreed to the same deal that he rejected 35 days ago for the same reason that he rejected it then, which is that he decided it was the right thing to do. The belief, however inchoate and incoherent, is the thing.
He believes the bit about the smugglers and the duct tape because he believes it, and because he believes it now he will never stop believing it. In the last days of the shutdown, Trump and members of his cabinet explained, with the blithe confidence God gives only to people who have never considered the possibility that they might be wrong, that furloughed government employees could simply “work something out” with their local grocers and debt-collection agencies. When he says something confusing or stupid or glaringly wrong—something that can’t be explained by any existing set of facts or system of beliefs, something that even the embalmed-looking juche vendors on his favorite television channels haven’t dared put up for sale—it’s because he believes it.
This is also true, and maybe even especially true, when Trump is obviously lying. Even before he banged his own personal left turn and began his full-tilt drive into the desert of cognitive decline, Trump was not an especially nuanced or strategic person. His mind is not what it was, and at its peak it was more of a Magic 8 Ball than a supercomputer. He can’t learn anything because he can’t listen to other people if they aren’t speaking from inside a television; he can’t remember what he hears there because he can’t really care unless it’s about him. These deficits are clear when Trump is extemporizing on furloughed workers cutting deals with the milkman or imagining cartoon coyotes piloting sedans full of duct-taped women across the Rio Grande, but they are even clearer when he tells knowing lies. The former tend to be about other people, and so tend to be both lurid and half-assed; he only really ever applies himself when the lies involve himself.
This gives these lies the advantage of being heartfelt, but it also strips them down. The stories he tells about workers gladly giving up their paychecks for his drowsy racist fantasies and the villains working against him are mostly just sounds he makes to keep himself interested; he might have noticed that they drew louder-than-usual hoots from the seething grandparents and dead-ender rubes at his rallies, but he also might not have. His lies, though, are more elemental. They are never anything more than the opposite of truth. If Trump keeps insisting that he’s not being investigated for his relationship to Russia in gratuitous and unconvincing ways, it’s not because he’s trying to leverage some advanced placement Dealpoint or exploit some hidden businessman’s trick or angle. It’s because he’s literally fucking being investigated for his relationship with Russia and because he very much wants people to think he’s not, and because that’s honestly the best he can do because his brain is an old donut bobbing around in a toilet.
Trump is so relentlessly dishonest and so plainly diminished and so sorely overmatched that, at this point, he can only be taken at his word. This isn’t to say that you should believe what he’s saying, although you surely don’t need me to tell you that. It just means that what he does, from here until whenever his helicopter leaves the White House lawn for the last time, will never be anything but what it appears to be.
If he appears to be confronting an emerging truth that makes him look bad with a flailing childish insistence that Actually The Opposite Is True, it’s because he is. If it looks like he’s numbly ventriloquizing the rancid words of one of the aspiring genocidaires tasked with writing his more high-flown addresses, it’s because he is. If it appears that he is taking some cruel promise made idly at some point in the past and then spinning stupid stories to justify seeing that promise through, it’s because that is just what he’s doing. Trump repeats the same five or six phrases like a defective Teddy Ruxpin not because he’s trying to brainwash or brand but because he can only hold like 175 words in his head at one time and is just kind of mushing the button that seems most appropriate for the situation over and over again. There will be no new work done until he’s out of this job, not just because the venal and idiotic criminality that has defined his life belatedly appears to be catching up with him but because it simply isn’t in him to do new work, and because his current job transparently doesn’t matter to him at all. He’ll believe that he’s getting away with it—that he’s winning and commanding and leading—until the cuffs close or the lights go out, and he will always act that way. He will spend the rest of his life trying to demonstrate that he was right about whatever it was that he said or did before.
There is no reason to overthink any of this. Trump himself surely is not. He will not fix any of it, of course; that’s not what he does. Instead he will just say that it is not broken, or already fixed, or that it was always supposed to be that way, or that someone else did it. Nothing will ever matter more to him than that work, and yet he’ll never work any harder at it than he is right now. When the time comes to stand and deliver, he will extrude the first trembling clot to clear his platinum-plated cloaca, and then he’ll point at it. When something else lands on top, he will point at that. That’s mine, he will say, I made that. And then, sometime later, he will say someone really made a mess.

Keep this motherfucker away from all the pussy in the world

Speaking of which, the FBI 'bothsides' Right To Life murderers.