More Sunday Mumbling re: His Stupidity

The Big Fat Turd in the White House recently circulated an AI-generated picture of himself costumed in the sort of garb traditionally worn by the Pope (who had recently died, by the way). I suppose the BFT/WH thought he'd done something cute for the amusement of the MAGA monkeys.

Today on Meet the Press, the BFT/WH was being interviewed and said he doesn't know if he's required to uphold the Constitution. It makes me wonder what that useless fart sniffer was thinking about while taking the oath of office during two inauguration ceremonies (particularly that part about preserving, protecting and defending the Constitution).

It's impossible to imagine JFK, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, Barack Obama or Joe Biden doing either of those things. Hell, for that matter, I doubt if any previous Republican president would have been that goddamned stupid, not even Reagan or GWB.

How about using American military forces in an invasion of Greenland? The Sloppy Slob says we need Greenland.

Another Sunday No Fun Day

The Big Fat Turd in the White House has been crapping all over America for one hundred days or so, and even MAGA morons are starting to understand they've been wasting their time and money helping him with their votes. Lots of people who voted for BFTWH last November are now wishing they hadn't. With his already shaky approval dropping into the thirties, he desperately wants to create a fantasy that he's among the greatest world leaders by constantly running his yap about his amazingly impressive solution for ending the war in Ukraine. 

It isn't a surprise that BFT's simple solution is giving Vladimir Putin everything he wants, and telling President Zelensky to get lost.

Sundazed Stupidity

If most of the (R) members of Congress are stupid enough to praise Bozo the Blob as The Master of the Art of the Deal, it isn't surprising that the goobers who elect them are hopelessly ignorant dullards.

Among low-information MAGA monkeys, Don Old Squatz N. Schitz is believed to have written the book The Art of the Deal. If he had actually written it by himself, the appropriate title would have been The Fart of a Steal, and it would be about two pages long in the large-print edition.

Another Manic Monday (apologies to the Bangles)

Years ago, when we were kids in public school, a popular put-down of another kid was this:  He thinks he's hot snot, but he's really just cold boogers.

I'm convinced the Blob (now a senile old fool) wants to repeat the years in his life when he was younger and starred in a popular TV show as an important real estate hotshot who had all the answers and was incapable of a wrong move. An advantage of being a TV superstar was the opportunity to sexually assault beautiful girls without legal repercussions (which is why I refer to him as Pussydent).

His laziness and ignorance make Blobbo unqualified to serve as an actual President of the United States, so he reworked "POTUS" into another TV reality show, with him as the popular leading man performing for an audience of loyal fans. In other words, he thinks he's hot snot, but he's just cold boogers.  

Added 1:51 PM Monday: In POTUS, the Blob pretends to be a whiz in the area of international economics, and he also plays a devout Christian who protects conservative evangelical lunatics. Since he's obviously one of the worst people in America, Blobbo's evangelical followers are just seeing what they want to see, nothing that's really there.