#T-rump a moron

[panspanther]

An ugly, out of shape, stupid, lying clod of a conman.

A draft dodging coward who disrespects veterans.

A guy who pays for sex while married.

This is their Alpha Male ? Their Genius ? Their Savior ?

None of this is new info. The people that know Trump best all know he is a scumbag.

This kills the myth of white superiority that white supremacists cling to.

There are no more unguarded moments. Nothing left to reveal.

The cheating, lying, racism, and fraud are the cornerstones of the white superiority myth.

Republicans have internalized Trump. They are the strip club loser. They are the shady business loser. They are the 'pay for sex' losers. They are the 'I cheat on my wife' loser. They are the tax dodge loser.

And Republicans only want to be worse because they are addicted to the shamelessness.

[inthemaelstrom]

Open Letter to the Democratic Party

You fucking morons.

Instead of getting behind a man with a proven and amazing record, and advertising that record six ways from Sunday, on every talk show, in every interview, to every newspaper, to every political pundit, calling out the clickbait "Biden's too old" hysteria, you, you morons, went along with it and fed it in your usual spineless and gutless dithering indecision, waiting until the last fucking minute and then sabotaging your own party by forcing the man at the head of it--one of the few good and decent men in contemporary politics, a man with decades of foreign and domestic political experience, often underestimated because of his speech impediment but in reality a true statesman, comparable to another disabled genius, FDR--out of power. There are senators serving in Congress RIGHT NOW who are far older and far less capable and far less decent human beings. But no. You had to play power games. You could not have thought about this earlier?

We cannot afford your spineless, circular firing squad idiocy. If Trump is elected this time, there is no way for you, Jamie Raskin (a man I have admired until his recent nonsense calling for Biden to step down), Adam Schiff (WTF got into you?) and Zoe Lofgren (shame on you!) and the rest of you low-level, nobody-knows-who-you-are nobodies who should all be ashamed of yourselves, to not bear the burden of responsibility for our fall into dictatorship. Fuck all of you. You are the reason I have never wanted to be anything but an Independent.

I will vote for whomever you settle on because I care about the people in my life who would suffer under T-Rump and his fascist minions. But I am so fucking done with you all afterwards. I hope independents and socialists and real progressives run you all out of office.

VOTE BLUE, for God's sake, and hold their feet to the fire afterwards.

[the-character-lounge]

Sing with me kiddo! Chin up~ Chin up~ Put a little laughter in your eyes! Brave it~ Save it~ Even though you're feeling otherwise! Pahahahahahaa! Isn't singing fun!~

Spinel has a PTSD panic attack

Randy kissed his cheek and giggled. “Al- Alright alright.. I w- won’t be all sm- smoozy with y- you… a- at least not for n- now.” He took one final sip of his coffee and placed the bits for all three cups down on the table before getting up. “W- Well, I figure w- we’ll have a couple hours t- to kill before listening i- in on the meeting. L- Let’s go back t- to your place and celebrate! I- I have a little s- something I’ve been w- wanting to give you!” He headed for the door, a light, confident bounce in his step.

"Uh, yes sir--" Spinel blurted timidly, then covered his mouth and froze a moment. He breathed, then shook it off and quickly followed after the ram, feeling disgusted with himself for that. Once outside he quickly forced himself back in to arrogance, tail flicking slightly. He still wasn't feeling all too well but feigned confidence and pride, forgetting the flower would be showing the immense discomfort that kept lingering and wrapping around all his thoughts. Even the good ones like feeling flattered started to trail back to Uncle Candy, and he was honestly just glad to be getting far away from that near lookalike for the time.

Randy blushed upon being called ‘sir,’ but pretended not to hear him. As they walked, he looked over at him, watching the flower’s colors share his true feelings. He looked curiously at Spinel, then back forward. “… wh- why are y- you feeling so e- embarrassed?” he asked, still looking forward with the phantom of a smile on his lips. “Ar- Aren’t you gl- glad I think you’re more th- than just a pretty f- face?” he chuckled and softly nudged him with his rump.

He glanced over with a flat and uninterested stare, head held high. "Of course I am but I don't see why you were so surprised at my 'genius'." He snorted and looked away a bit. "Seemed like the obvious thing to do." He shook a hoof off a little as he walked, "Ugh I touched him..."

He rolled his eyes and gave his neck a little lick. "Oh c- come on be n- nice. He is helping us.. Even if he doesn't know it." He smiled as they walk, stealing a few licks and kisses every now and then. He couldn't help being so affectionate, even thought the 'act' was over. He realized Spinel would probably get all grumpy at him eventually, so after on last shoulder kiss, he focused on walking instead of praising him silently with little affectionate gestures.

"Yeah well if he doesn't know, that just makes it more risky because he's a fucking idiot, Randy. An easily pushed around blabbermouth." The kisses and licks were a little flustering but they kept him able to continue feigning his confidence. But on the inside it felt like he was swimming in disgusting oatmeal smelling tar while he was gasping for whatever emotions he could to keep himself looking 'fine' otherwise.

Randy frowned a bit. "Hey.. Th- the poor guy doesn't know an- any better. I- If anything, he'd be j- just as horrified as a- any pony else who found out C- Candy was the s- sick bastard we kn- know him as." He looked at him with a hint of concern. The flower was now a raging storm of colors, most of which were colors that meant he was brooding about something. When they reached a street corner, he tried to wave a taxi down. As they waited, he looked at Spinel with a timid, worried look. ".. S- Something on y- your mind?"

"Oh don't start feeling sorry for him, he's what, in his 20s? And if he still doesn't know he's probably delivering drugs and fuck tokens to sick assholes who are using them on Celestia knows what then I hate to break your bubble, he's just a really big moron." He frowned, looking off. He felt a wave of sickness come over him suddenly but gulped it back, shuddering. And then he broke in to a pace at the question, snorting a few times through his nostrils. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him more than any pony could ever understand. I fucking hate him. And I-" he made a dry heaving sound a moment, "I talked like him I-- I--"

Randy quickly trotted after him and circled around to stop him from going any further. "W- Woah woah e- easy..." He looked at Spinel, the concern on his face growing. "Th- That wasn't C- Candy you know... It was his brother. His naive br- brother who isn't purposefully t- trying to hurt any pony..." He gently put his hooves on Spinel's chest. "I kn- know that they m- must look similar... B- But they definitely aren't the same pony." He gently rubbed his chest and continued to stare at him with a worried look. "... L- Lets get a taxi and get y- you in a bath... Okay?"

"You don't know that...!" he said suddenly in a highly distressed voice, "I mean he has a fucking dog as a fiance so who the hell knows what things he's not saying...! For all we know that whole family could be secretly fucked up. We. Don't. Know." He wanted to start pacing again, but Randy was keeping him there so instead his two front legs continued to lift and fall. "Why couldn't it just be Candy? Why couldn't it just be that simple?!" He didn't know how to express why this was so distressing. The thought alone distressed him even further, because a moment he considered Sugar like a relative of his own only because he still felt-- He made another dry heave and began shaking, eyes losing clarity.

Randy watched him become reduced to a scared, anxious heap and he pulled him into a small hug. "H- Hey hey.. I- It's alright...."'he whispered. "... L- Look, now th- that S- Sugar's been bugged, we'll be able t- to find out if th- that's true.. If Sugar is m- messed up like his br- brother. B- But we c- can't let that worry us now. A- And even if h- he is.. It doesn't really m- matter does it? Wh- What matters is that we kick that b- bastard t- to the curb." He waved a taxi down, and helped Spinel inside. "L- Let's just... be pr- proud that we've scored an- another little victory over that stupid f- fucker whose fault th- this all really is.. Okay?" He softly rubbed his shoulder.

He nodded, keeping quiet as he sat down in the taxi. He leaned on Randy, eyes still not all there as one hoof snaked around blindly until it could find his hoof which was then squeezed tightly. Every passing moment he kept hearing more and more of that voice and laughter in his head, and as it grew in to a roaring hurricane in his mind it seemed to manifest suddenly in to something worse. He actually cried out, flinching badly as he quickly hid his face to Randy's neck.

Randy squeezed his hoof back softly, and gently nuzzles the top of his head. ".. Y- You're gonna b- be okay," he said in a soft voice. "I- I'm here, I- I'll protect y- you..." He softly shushed him, and continued to squeeze his hoof. "H- He won't hurt you a- again... N- Not as l- long as I'm h- here... Shhhh shh shh..." He pressed his lips to his forehead and reached around with his other hoof, pulling Spinel into a hug.

"He didn't-...." he choked out and trailed off, clinging on to the ram and not caring if they were in a taxi. Not until the taxi pony impatiently tried to check in with them to ask where they wanted to go, which was promptly greeted with a VERY angry Spinel who was yelling at the top of his voice at the driver, "Just shut the FUCK UP and drive your ass to Polished Dreams and MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS ASSHOLE!"

Randy softly pulled him back into the hug, and looked at the driver, afraid he'd kick them out. "Pl.. Please... Just drive o- okay? I'll d- double the f- fare if you c- can get us there in l- less than five...." He returned his attention on Spinel, and let go of his hoof so he could full on hug him, stroking his back and softly rocking him. A few bars at a time, he hummed their lullaby, still rubbing his back, and pressing his cheek to the side of his neck.

Spinel was trembling between rage and disgust. At first, the hugging didn't seem to help. It just made that horrible sick feeling worse and he could swear he was drowning helplessly in completely different arms at the time, but even still clinging. The humming was the only thing that made him realize this wasn't true, and he began to gulp in air and let it out heavily, slower and slower until his breathing was finally able to settle. He spoke weakly, "I... tried... I couldn't do it... I tried..."

He didn't know what Spinel meant by that, and he kept rocking him softly. ".. All th- that matters i- is that you tr- tried your best.." He softly kissed his forehead once, before keeping him in a tight embrace. The taxi pulled up in front of the store, and he softly loosened up the hug. "W- We're here," he whispered softly.

Spinel nodded, gulping heavily and breathing in deep one more time as he let his features melt in to indifference as he walked out. Of course inside he was still seething, but he didn't want other ponies seeing him like this. Thinking that, it surprised him, because he realized he had one exception where he once had none. He glanced at Randy for a long time before he started to walk to the side elevator.

Randy paid the taxi nearly triple instead of double, as an added tip. "Th- Thank you," he said as he followed Spinel to the elevator. Randy softly leaned on him as they waited, his hoof blindly searching for and grabbing hold of Spinel's hoof. He gave it a small squeeze, and stepped into the elevator with him when it arrived. He kept holding his hoof all the way to the suite floor, and even when they reached the door.

Spinel kept eerily silent and stoic the whole way, slowly walking to the suite and not even giving the guard so much as a glance as he let the two of them inside. The moment the door shut though, he collapsed to the floor and started hitting his free hoof on it over and over in anger and pain, biting back tears and making strained noises. He hated this. He completely hated this. He was being so weak and such a huge disappointment and all after he made such a big effort to do a good job. Randy taking care of him like this was so humiliating and even moreso because he was clinging to him for it.

Randy sat on the floor next to him, and softly rubbed his back with his free hoof. "... You d- did good today," he said softly, once Spinel had stopped hitting the floor. ".. Y- You should b- be proud." He let go of Spinel's hoof so he could wrap his foreleg around his shoulder. ".. I- I am... Pr- proud of y- you that is." He hugged Spinel from the side and stared at him. "... Y- You want me to g- go draw up a b- bath? ... M- Maybe order us some o- of that ch- chow mien too?" He asked with a soft, calming voice. "O- Or I c- can maybe dr- drop by the c- cake store Wh- while you take your b- bath... P- pick s- something up for y- you..."

"Bath..." he nodded, unable to get many words out. He took some heavy shaking breaths, "Not...not hungry... Don't go..." He managed to pull himself up so he could stand again, staring at the floor. He started laughing suddenly.

He got up also, and softly stroked his shoulder. "... I- I'll go get it st- started..." He said in a hushed voice, looking concerned about the sudden outburst of laughter. He went to the bathroom and began drawing water from the faucet, testing it and letting it run so it could get nice and warm before he plugged the tub. After that he stayed knelt by the tubside, just staring at the water and playing with it quietly.

He continued to laugh for a while, nodding again and again at Randy's voice. He had no control of himself. It was horrifying and suffocating and he just wanted things to be normal. He took off what he was wearing and tossed it on a couch, looking around at the suite that now looked strange to him. He let his eyes wander over every detail, re-familiarizing himself with it, reminding himself that all of this belonged to him. That he earned it. That he wasn't what he once had been, that he was far better than anything Candy could have made him. And on top of that, he was the one to tear down Osiris. He already won. This was just stomping out the last cinder. Easy. Easy. He finally found his comfort and went to the bath, taking the flower and putting it on the sink counter. He nuzzled his nose to Randy's mane and took in his scent a moment before stepping in to the tub and sitting. He stared at Randy timidly for a while in silence, then cracked a smile. "Grab me a bath bomb...?"

Randy nodded, a complacent look on his face. "Wh- Where are they?" he asked, his hoof still playing with the water. The laughter had really.. Offset him.

He pointed, "The gold basket behind you, just toss one in, any kind. Not the pink one though, that's uh... That kind that I use..." he cleared his throat and looked away a moment. He looked back, smile getting a little wider, but somehow more broken. "I'm going to be okay."

[the-firebird69]

Lady Gaga - Venus (Music Video)

and they heat up. and try again

Hera

we are there and stop them now.  and fast too

Savage Oppress and yes my creatuer is not up yet Mephastopheles and she has a name tons know and he will recall it.  

and we move and  he is right. i t is bigger and dangerous we hit them fast and steady ow

Thor Freya

and tons go there.  and fast. and this bith is dead she syays it and we hit her. she loaded up her shps. and it is a small contingnt i take them he requested it i said it and his has some yes. and ok divvy andw e shall and eradicate her.  and we shall htey say it now

Nuada Arrinana

and we hear it we nee to speak too. and our Mother.  ok. and we fire on you all for it here. you morons.  and hit you yes enough of this 

Darth Maul Darth Talon and we are near them no.  they are to the south we are to the northeast of them in Montana and yes where they filmed starshp roopers and rump will go there due to cheyenne. and we see it. ok.

we hear it and feel it. and say this. we are near to it my clan in order to take it from them.a nd it is psuedo empire.  

Savage Oppress and not upo yet we promise

and dangit 

trump

Olympus and they sit no tons go and underground.

[panspanther]

We look like such SUCKERS to the rest of the world.

How embarrassing to have not only had boobs like GW Bush and Donny T. Rump as our president, but to have Morons still swallowing his lies and bullshit after he’s been caught in so many lies and an attempted insurrection is almost unbearable.

Too many people waving the flag after these puppets of the mega rich wiped their asses on it.

[malenipshadows]

((( T-rump shows poor judgment, full stop. Impeach the bastard, already! )))   *** (I)n the interview, aired Sunday on the CBS newsmagaine *60 Minutes,* in response to an unrelated series of questions, the pres-ident said, "I don't trust everybody in the White House, I'll be honest with you."    It created a ridiculous dynamic in which an American pres-ident said he doesn't necessarily trust his staff, but he does trust the murderous dictator of a rogue nuclear state that's threatened the United States.    T-rump then rejected the notion of White House dysfunction.  This was also a reminder that T-rump has a problem with credulity. ***

[feelingbluepolitics]

"Former *resident [t]rump threw himself back into politics this weekend by publicly endorsing a devoted and divisive acolyte in Arizona who has embraced his false election conspiracy theories and entertained the creation of a new 'MAGA Party.'

"In a recorded phone call, [t]rump offered his 'complete and total endorsement' for another term for Arizona state party chairwoman Kelli Ward, a lightning rod who has sparred with the state’s Republican governor, been condemned by the business community and overseen a recent flight in party registrations. She narrowly won reelection, by a margin of 51.5 percent to 48.5 percent, marking [t]rump’s first victory in a promised battle to maintain political relevance and influence after losing the 2020 election.

..."In recent weeks, [t]rump has entertained the idea of creating a third party, called the Patriot Party, and instructed his aides to prepare election challenges to lawmakers who crossed him in the final weeks in office, including Rep. Liz Cheney (R-Wyo.), Georgia Gov. Brian Kemp (R), Sen. Lisa Murkowski (R-Alaska) and Rep. Tom Rice (R-S.C.), according to people familiar with the plans.

"Multiple people in [t]rump’s orbit, who spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss private conversations, say [t]rump has told people that the third-party threat gives him leverage to prevent Republican senators from voting to convict him during the Senate impeachment trial. [t]rump advisers also say they plan to recruit opposing primary candidates and commission polling next week in districts of targeted lawmakers. [t]rump has more than $70 million in campaign cash banked to fund his political efforts."

Any reprieve from trump is already over. For any moron ready to "just move on," whatever made them think that was an option?

[frumfrumfroo]

I can’t decide which I hate more, the patronizing “You gals have your fun and your little crushes all you want, just know that none of your desires or thoughts are healthy and would never make it into a serious story!” coming from men, or the “Fangirls into X character are actual morons and anti-feminists and probably voted T/rump in the last election, we must protect little girls from the horror they would inflict on them!” coming from women

Possibly it’s petty of me, but I find the latter way more infuriating. Both suck and the former is obviously a much bigger problem when it comes to mainstream media and the literary consideration or respect allotted to optimistic romantic fiction by the critics, but only the second is coming from inside the house, you know. I can just not hang out in DudeFandom when it becomes insufferable, but The Discourse has invaded my home. I’d rather be dismissed as silly and put in girly quarantine than listen to bullshit Hot Takes on how I’m victimising myself and beautiful, powerful stories about the inalienable value of a human soul and the the validity of Big Feelings and the glory of compassion are simply abuser grooming tools too dangerous for my fragile female mind.

Like, if you’re going to totally refuse to engage with something, be honest about it. If you think it has nothing to say to you or nothing important to say in general, fine whatever. Their loss. But ‘oh sweaatyy, you just don’t know that what it’s actually about is how you shouldn’t overreach or believe or hope or love or ever dream, everything is ugliness and cynicism, healing is impossible, grace doesn’t exist’ makes me want to throw things. People sitting around demonising charity and calling that ~empowerment depress me. People wilfully misreading what narratives actually condone or imply frustrate me.

And yeah, this stuff is deep for me, but if their constant insinuations were correct and it were just that I want to bang the Sad Troubled Murder Boy du jour what’s wrong with that? It’s not real life, Karen. I know you just learnt the word ‘romanticising’, but maybe hold off. It’s completely wrong headed to approach some Gothic hero in this one-to-one with mundane reality, all-or-nothing way, because stealing enchanted roses and making deals with man-beasts is categorically not the same thing as abduction and forced imprisonment by Dave from Iowa in his windowless van. Pretending that it is is simply a failure to fucking read.

[beyond-far-horizons]

Totally agree. Don’t swallow this capitalist lie. Also if this was true we all should be on a level playing field to see who is truly ‘worthy’. But just see how often the children of rich kids get handed things - the money, the education, the connections, the second/third/fourth chances when they make mistakes. (Plus of course the privilege if they are white and male etc)

Look at the roots of these rich families or how they maintain their wealth and you’ll see corruption, playing the system, political connections and fraud. Remember even if it is technically ‘legal’ you cannot earn billions by working hard, you have the system rigged in your favour to do that. And no-one can tell me these people work as hard as a poor person struggling with multiple jobs to feed their families.

Also on the social darwinism front that capitalists always like to use to justify their position and others’ suffering, most rich entitled people are not geniuses, their wealth and status protects them from having to grow and develop as people, which is why frankly the world is in such a state because it’s run by selfish out of touch morons for out of touch selfish morons. T/rump is a prime example of the natural outcome of this toxic system, but look at any despotic country (my own included atm) and you’ll see the same thing.

[njawaidofficial]

Johnny Depp Made A Joke About Assassinating Trump

http://styleveryday.com/2017/07/01/johnny-depp-made-a-joke-about-assassinating-trump/

Johnny Depp Made A Joke About Assassinating Trump

It seems like only yesterday that I was on here talking about how Johnny Depp is a hobo-chic booze monger, but here we are again. The newest comes from Glastonbury where someone was stupid enough to hand a drunk Johnny Depp a microphone in front of a crowd. Obviously he said something stupid that got people all triggered because you can’t talk shit about the T-Rump, oh god n0, you’ll go to hell with the gays!

I know that Johnny’s fans find the whole “discombobulated eccentric drunkard��� alluring (and that number dwindles by the day), but the guy is about to hit the wrong side of fifty years old and it’s just not cute anymore. I don’t even think it’s the alcohol either, it’s just hardwired into his brain to talk with a sloppy English accent and constantly act like he just walked into the wrong room in an apartment building.

In Johnny’s defense, he’s making a joke about John Wilkes Booth and the only thing he’s guilty of is not being funny. If you’re seriously offended by what drunk Johnny Depp says and want his head on a pike for being a moron, you’re officially not invited to my BBQ this weekend because you’re triggered too easily. Kathy Griffin will be there!

What are your thoughts on it, Scott?

“Why can’t youjusst letthe guy be scarfman? He’ssa good actor in the yo-ho-yoho-“ *trips into dog shit*

Source

#Assassinating, #Depp, #Johnny, #Joke, #Trump

[malenipshadows]

  *** Marjorie Pritchard, the deputy managing editor of the Globe and who oversees the paper's editorial page, first called on newspapers earlier this month to publish editorials pushing back against the pres-ident's rhetoric toward the media, which she dubbed a "dirty war."    More than 300 news organizations pledged to join the effort, The Associated Press reported, with papers like the Globe, The New York Times, New York Post, St. Louis Post-Dispatch, San Jose Mercury News. and Idaho Statesman publishing editorials on Thursday to condemn the pres-ident.    "To label the press 'the enemy of the people' is as un-American as it is dangerous to the civic compact we have shared for more than two centuries," the Globe wrote in its editorial. ***

[malenipshadows]

*** What an idiot. The Orange Voldemort deserves to be impeached, indicted, and imprisoned.  For years, he’s fired, sued, or intimidated anyone who challenged his shortsighted and probably illegal business practices.  He never held a respectable job in his pathetic life, let alone a position in government.  Now, he is unable to escape public scrutiny.  All his sins eventually will come to light. ... More power to the Mueller prosecutorial team! ***

[malenipshadows]

  *** Mattis urged the president not to move the U.S. embassy in Israel, and Trump ignored him. Mattis explained to the president that the international nuclear agreement with Iran was the basis for regional stability, and Trump ignored him again. Mattis spent weeks lobbying behind the scenes to help shape the president's June address to NATO leaders, and Trump "deleted" the language the Pentagon chief helped write. ***

[malenipshadows]

The sooner impeachment of the Cinnamon Hitler is done and the sooner that moron is removed from office, the safer the world will be.

[feelingbluepolitics]

"[t]rump 'was not happy' upon learning that his personal valet on Wednesday tested positive for the coronavirus. As a result all White House officials who come in close proximity to [trump] will now have to wear masks to protect [t]rump.

..."No reports have revealed the name of the valet who tested positive, how he is doing, or if [trump] was concerned for his health."

There's also no word on how his pro-trump morons who don't believe in the virus will grapple with the news that people are turning up positive for it in the White House.