So, Mad King, Huh? (Ferret/Shower Cap)
Well, the (First?) Greenland War was as needlessly destabilizing as it was unendurably embarrassing, but at least we lost.
I’ve never been so happy to see TACO Trump. TACO Trump is the best Trump by miles.
(That said, links n’ such await ye here: https://showercapblog.com/so-mad-king-huh/)
Drunk with Blood and Power, Convinced Regime Change is Fun n’ E-Z Trump has not been my favorite stop on this particular narcissist’s mental decline.
Regardless, our pants-shitting manchild president sent a threatening letter to the Prime Minister of Norway. AS YOU HAVE FAILED TO HONOR ME AS A MAN OF PEACE, NOW YOU SHALL FIND ME A MAN OF WAR, he furiously mashed out with those stunted baby hands.
(If you’re just waking up from a Rip Van Winkler, we’re toying with the idea of invading a NATO ally, to conquer Greenland, and thus avenge Dear Leader’s Nobel snub. The Peace Prize War. Who writes this shit?)
Then came the tariff threats, naturally. They sure do enjoy threatening folks, have you noticed that? That’s a healthy leadership quality, right? GIMMIE GREENLAND OR I TARIFF YA. JOIN THE FAKE ALTERNATE UNITED NATIONS I JUST MADE UP OR I TARIFF YA.
I shouldn’t mock the Board of Peace, which is a very real organization that cares about peace a whole bunch. That billion-dollar membership fee totally won’t end up in a cave in Qatar alongside pirated Venezuelan oil. Nope, it’s for peace, or perhaps condos on the Gazan territory Jared Kushner has decided he owns.
The effort to manufacture consent for the dumbest conceivable war was, I thought, suitably subpar. Ineffective, certainly. Jesse Watters wants to push on and conquer the Moon next, to establish a sanctuary for men who are afraid to drink from straws.
I thought the draft-dodging coward impugning the courage of allies who bled and died alongside our troops in Afghanistan was a fabulous touch. That metallic creaking sound is the Statue of Liberty physically cringing, by the way.
Still, bursts of authentic imperialist bloodthirst manifested here and there amongst ascendant American fascism’s office dork caste…the Greenland cake was a solid effort, lads, but in the end, we’re talking about an all-time bottom three idea from arguably the dumbest motherfucker who ever lived.
Anyhoo, it was off to Davos for that dementia pageant!
And okay, so he gets a little confused about which nation he’s threatening to attack. I’m sure Hegseth would be just as happy to botch the invasion of Iceland; you can lose $60 million jets anywhere if you set your mind to it.
I thought Carney really showed him up by not getting any countries at all wrong in his speech. Kinda uppity, frankly. Cognitive showboating. Well, it cost you your spot on the Board of Peace, Mr. Smartypants! And now Bessent’s stirring up the Albertan separatists, who’re notoriously susceptible to the wiles of that salt-of-the-earth soybean farmer type.
Putin got an invite to the Board of Peace, but he doesn’t have the billion to spare. Shit, Stephen Miller offered to divvy up Europe Molotov-Ribbentrop-style, but Vlad’s all, “I’d love to, but I couldn’t conquer a Denny’s right now.”
Luckily, the polling was crap and the market screamed, so he chickened out, fabricating one of his famous-if-not-quite-existent “deals,” the details of which will be ready in, you guessed it…two weeks.
While these manic tantrums on the global stage earn the condemnation of Catholic cardinals, it’s on the streets of Minneapolis where Greggie Bovino directs the block-by-block grind to establish a beachhead for a fascist police state, in his widdle coat.
I don’t know if you saw, but we’re not doing the Fourth Amendment anymore. Yeah, there was a memo. I’d always heard you’d need a whole new amendment to repeal such a fundamental right, but no, it turns out all you need is a memo, so if the government feels like dragging you from your home in the freezing cold in your underwear in search of some dude who turns out to be already incarcerated, well…they can do that.
Cuz of the memo.
I wonder if there was a “kidnap children to use as bait” memo, too, or if some enterprising young brownshirt came up with that on the spot? There’s been quite a bit of improvisation, actually, as the masked mediocrity brigade probes the limits of their Miller-granted immunity.
Pam Bondi’s taking wild, enormous swings of her own at the First Amendment, announcing “investigations” into every prominent Minnesota Democrat that fails to send a tasteful gift basket thanking the feds for all the tear gas, and even attempting to prosecute Don Lemon for covering a protest.
Not sure who’ll be handling these cases, since all those prosecutors resigned when they were ordered to go after Renee Good’s widow. Seems the only person in the whole dang state the DoJ doesn’t want to look into is Jonathan Ross, though I suppose all he really did was shoot a human being to death.
It’s not like he expressed disapproval of his government or anything.
Nice to watch the regime backpedal a bit. Even nicer to watch unbowed Americans tell their would-be oppressors where they can shove their unaccountable secret police force.
I see there’s a brand-new blotch on the immortal God Emperor’s non-shakin’ hand, but I’m sure it’s not a parasitic Slovenian blight demon birthing itself into this world or anything. Anyway, if you think his hand looks bad, you should see the portrait hanging in his attic.
Might want to get to work spending that $1.4 billion you’ve grifted off the presidency, boychick, on trophies and hand makeup and one last weekend fling with any remaining piss hookers Pooty hasn’t swapped to North Korea for cannon fodder.
House Judiciary Republicans came at Jack Smith and missed, as is their habit. It’ll be easier to tolerate their bizarre subculture’s incompetence rituals after the midterms, I think.
Looks like one of the DOGE brats leaked Social Security data to a political organization working to “overturn election results in certain states.” Just one more enormous crime we don’t have time to notice. Ah well, let’s sweep it under the rug, with the sayyyyyyyyyyyy whatever happened to them Epstein files, anyway?
During these exhausting times, I try to find solace in nature’s beauty. No doubt you all caught the annual migration of the shitty-bearded warbling cuckold, fleeing its constituents ahead of a winter storm sure to demonstrate the lethal failings of its state’s privatized grid.
Enjoyed watching Bill Cassidy collect his wages. Enjoyed the entire long, humiliating walk to the pay window, actually. It’s always nice to see one of the bad guys lose, even if only to the other bad guys.
Shouldn’t be a senator anyway. Obviously. Cassidy’s not one of the wicked ones; he’s just weak, but weakness gets mighty costly mighty quickly with autocrats constantly testing the fences.
When you look at the path of carnage Bobby Brainworm has hacked through our hard-won public health system…that’s what Bill Cassidy did with his life, y’know? The whole point of Bill Cassidy was to be the guy that said no to this one obviously catastrophic idea…but he was too weak.
Took oaths to do no harm and to support and defend the Constitution, which he has proven too weak to keep.
Leadership is not a good fit for you, Bill. Please step aside before your fecklessness uneradicates any more diseases.
Speaking of the best people, I see Lori Chavez-DeRemer has been running the Department of Labor out of a series of strip clubs around the nation, maintaining a personal booze stash for when they make her work in dumb ol’ Washington. Don’t worry, she won’t be removed from her post or even reprimanded; the whole point of kakisto-fascism is to remove all restraints from our shittiest citizens.
Like Kash Patel, for example. The Failing New York Times gave us a peek behind the curtain at his beclownification of the FBI. Probably not the best idea to let such a vain, petty dweeb purge the senior ranks of such an important law enforcement agency, but we voted to try bad ideas for a while, didn’t we?
The insurance lawyer abandoned her YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME STOOPID JUDGE gambit, so that’s another round to our reigning champ, beat to heck but technically undefeated for just under 250 years…THE AMERICAN EXPERIMENT.
Okay. Apologies if I missed an atrocity here or a war there. Shit’s pretty nutty lately.
It goes without saying I need a drink, so if anybody feels like dropping a few bucks in the tip jar (PayPal, Venmo, Cash App, you know the drill), I certainly won’t tackle ya. I’ll keep the comic book Kickstarter open for a liiiiiiiiiiittle while longer, but you can always join the email list and follow @john_luzar. Stay safe (and warm!) out there, friendo…
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