#cheeto in chief

[that-one-wizard-tm]

The fact that this showed up on my YouTube feed today of all days…

[uwudonoodle]

Witches, for the next 4 years.

[memento-mariii]

It's 2:50 AM and I can't go to sleep

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(happy football day to everyone who celebrates!!!)

[drafty-castle]

Jesus fucking-

Just an FYI. The FDA is not allowed to announce any food recalls due to the health communications pause the current administration enacted. You can still find this information by visiting USDA the site directly.

https://www.fsis.usda.gov/recalls

Here’s the fda link to use to search for recalls, safety alerts, and market withdrawals.

https://www.fda.gov/safety/recalls-market-withdrawals-safety-alerts

So, while you are making your grocery list, you may want to visit the recalls list since there’s no public communication right now.

[randyite]

everyone knows who this is referencing!

[standingontheoverpassscreaming]

huh

why is the military cop the most left dude I’ve been out with in who knows how long

nah I’m being fr bc he actually read up on project 2025, he’s talking

hold on interrupting myself bc I realized why and it’s very obvious and I’m stupid for not realizing sooner

he’s not white.

[witch-hammer]

I’ve decided I’m not going to follow the election, I’m just going to do my job, go home, and pretend it’s not happening. All of this is giving me war flashbacks to 2016 and I don’t like it

[thereasonsimbroke]

A good Spartan knows the key to victory: fueling up with a refreshing #Pepsi and a side of #Cheetos 💪🔵🥤

[portsinastorm]

I'd like to think Cruz and Strauss set up a way to get Emily and JJ to play Scrabble together. My headcanon is Strauss has always known about Emily's JTF-12 involvement. She implies as much in the S2 finale. Hotch did not have clearance, so Emily's cover story when she came in was that she came off a desk job. It's an easy lie for a trained spy to repeat, the papers could have been created to support it. Rewatch S2 knowing the timeline for Emily and the Ian Doyle case in S6 and it means she started in the BAU not long after closing the Doyle case.

They knew JJ's theory was there was a mole (and there was!). What's the logical thing to do in that scenario? Set up a failsafe. My headcanon is that Strauss and Cruz pulled strings to make sure Emily and JJ continued to have contact.

It's also why JJ gets to return to help Emily out vs. Ian Doyle in S6 (achieves the dual purpose of taking the heat off JJ in case she confided her theory to the mole, which she did, and helping out a close friend) and why JJ goes to Paris to see Emily off.

We know from canon that Strauss is smart and cunning in her own way. Strauss banked on JJ confiding in Emily and Emily being able to keep a secret and remember important details (piece of cake for a trained spy) when the time came.

Remember, JJ's longtime boyfriend and baby daddy only knew that she had a job with the State Department and she worked together with Cruz. And that whatever they worked on was hush-hush.

It was Emily who knew the details necessary to figure out the real score and save JJ in 200.

[mama-qwerty]

As the current fascist regime takes power, and the Cheeto in Chief churns out executive orders like they're going out of style (32 so far and he's only been 'in office' for less than a week), let's keep in mind that executive orders are NOT laws, and there's a very high possibility that many of them will be overturned, either by Congress or by various courts throughout the country.

These are essentially the Cheeto walking into a candy store and saying I want that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that. He may fill his cart to overflowing, but someone is gonna come in and say "WHOA BIG FELLA, you can't have all of those", after which he'll take to whatever social media site he's got in his pocket (spoiler alert, just about all of them now) to whine and pout and throw his tantrum over, likely tossing outrageous claims to shift blame somewhere ridiculous and getting all this suckups clamoring all over themselves to be loudly stupid and distract from all the other illegal things he and his cronies are trying to do.

Don't be discouraged. Don't stop fighting. Don't obey in advance.

And don't get bogged down fighting right-wing idiots that will never see their ignorance. Fighting other average joes isn't going to accomplish anything. They've chosen to be hateful, to be willfully hurtful in an effort to 'own the libs' or whatever it is they tell themselves to justify it. Let them wallow in their own stupidity. There are bigger things to focus on.

Be vigilant. Be calm. Knee jerk reactions aren't helpful. Keep contacting your representatives and tell them you are very much NOT in favor of what the Cheeto's doing or advocating for. Be respectful and mature and professional in your communications with them, but make it very, very clear that his actions do not represent your beliefs or wishes. And maybe a simple sentence like "I do not support the sitting president's policies, nor will I support any other political representative who does, making sure to vote against them--regardless of party--in all upcoming elections" would bring things a little more personal to these politicians.

Our voices are our most valuable asset. Let's use them to very loudly tell those who put this lump of turd in power that we DO NOT CONCEDE, we WILL NOT BEND, and WILL NEVER BOW to this farce of a presidential cabinet.

I know it's hard to see any light right now. I know there's a lot to be afraid of. But we need to keep moving. Keep fighting. Keep pushing back against this darkness.

[criminalmindswhore]

Playlists Tell All

Tara finds your playlist titled Prentiss and looks through it while you drive. She and JJ tease you about it until Emily finally finds out.

BOTH HANDS ON THE PHONE AT ALL TIMES 🤨 Also, this is long bare with me, also not proofread, oops.

TW: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

It was no secret you were gay. It was apparent from the day you walked into the BAU wearing docs and a septum ring. Tara was the first to notice, lesbians find each other. You were never closeted to them but never shouted it in the bullpen either. If they asked, you told.

"Hey, Y/n can I ask you something?" Emily asked as you two went down the elevator. "Sure, what's up?" You smiled at her. "Are you gay?" She looked puzzled, "Miss BAU Unit Chief was the last to notice?" You chuckled and she looked offended, her mouth falling open. You were almost too distracted by your thoughts, 'I wonder if that's the face she makes when she-', to notice the elevator stop. "So like only women or?" She stepped out of the elevator, you following suit. You cringed at thinking of being with a man, "Only women." She chuckled, "I knew it." She stopped walking signaling you were parting ways for the night. The cold Virginia air made a chill run down your spine, or maybe you noticed the few shirt buttons undone on the way to the parking lot. "I'll see you tomorrow Y/n." She smiled at you and grabbed your bicep for a moment. The touch lingered in your brain, your skin on fire, "See you tomorrow Unit Chief of the gayest FBI unit." She laughed loudly at your comment as she walked away, her grey hair swaying with which step.

Your talks with Emily to your cars became a nightly thing, on purpose from your end but she didn't need to know that.

After a case in Northern VA, Tara, JJ and you were in an SUV driving back to Quantico. Tara deemed you the driver as you were a 'young sprite who would stay awake longer'. Your phone became the AUX phone and Tara sat up front scrolling through your music creating the perfect queue. Her eyes widened as she came across a playlist titled, 'long talks with Prentiss'. She sat straight up and looked at you. You turned your head to glance at her, then back at the road, "What?" She leaned back against the seat, "Nothing." JJ's interest was now peaked, "Tara, you gotta tell us now." Tara scrolled through the songs:

She - Dodie

girls - girl in red

1950 - King Princess

She's My Religion - Pale Waves

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Call Out My Name - The Weekend

and on and on and on...

Tara came up with a genius plan, queuing up all the songs. The second girls came on, it clicked. "Tara, I can explain." She just laughed, "Explain that you have a huge crush on someone almost 30 years older than you?" JJ put down her Cheetos, "Wait? Emily?" Your grip on the wheel tightened and your cheeks turned bright red. "Can you two just not?" Tara chuckled, "Oh no miss thing, you have to spill now." JJ laughed from the backseat.

You weighed your options, either tell them and they tease you about it, or you don't and they tease you even worse until you spill, "Fine," the two women high-fived, "but it doesn't leave this car. Clear?" JJ saluted at you and Tara nodded. "She's just so hot dude. How could I not find her attractive and she does that stupid thing when she's focused where she licks her lip and then bites it." You were gushing like a high school girl at this point. "And don't get me started on her hands." JJ cringed slightly. "Okay, but she's 1, your boss, and 2, old enough to be your mom." You sighed and grimaced, "Why do you think it lives in my head? I have a playlist and that's it. She will never know and no one else will." Tara shook her head, "Honey she probably already knows. Emily is one of the best profilers in the world, not only that she's got those super-secret spy skills. Has she been acting differently towards you?" You shook your head, "No, I mean we've been talking one-on-one a lot more but that's just because we usually leave at the same time." Tara hummed and JJ laughed loudly, "What JJ?" You were still horrified at the current situation and her finding it humorous was not helping. "She did mention how she knows someone in her inner circle is attracted to her but didn't wanna bring it up." She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "JJ! You can't just tell me that!" Tara was losing it, doubled over in laughter. "You both suck."

It didn't get brought up again during the case. You thought it had blown over until you were all standing in the bullpen after the case chatting while people packed up bags and files. "Hey guys, what are laughing about?" Prentiss asked as she joined the group, bag in hand. "Reid is so oblivious to how much his neighbor wants to get in his pants," Luke explained while still laughing. Emily licked her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth, Taras's head shot around to look at you wiggling her eyebrows. You scoffed and smacked her arm. "What's going on there?" Emily asked while smiling at you two, "Oh god are two?" Tara laughed and you nearly threw up in your mouth. The whole team was now looking at you and Tara with their mouths open, "God no! Tara and I are not sleeping together!" The team erupted into laughter except for you and Emily, staring into each other's eyes. She smiled sweetly at you and your face got hot. "I am going home, you guys enjoy bullying Reid." You grabbed your bag and stood up off your desk, "Wait, I'll walk with you, let me grab my cup from the kitchen." Emily took off swiftly to retrieve her mug and JJ gave you the 'I know something they don't' look. You glared at her and went to wait for Emily by the elevators. She approached you and pressed the down button, "Ready?" You nodded and stepped into the elevator.

The following week was full of being teased by JJ & Tara and Emily knowing something was up. Emily entirely said, "If someone made a playlist based on me I would be honored," while working a case. Which earned a stare from JJ and a muffled laugh from Tara.

One night you and Emily were heading down together like you usually did, "Hey, have you been seeing someone? Tara and JJ seem to know something about you no one else does." As you unlocked your car you froze. "Um, no, there's just a running inside joke going." You shrugged your shoulders trying your best to control your microexpressions. She seemed happy with your answer and wished you goodnight. You got in the car and turned on the playlist, your phone screen still open to it when someone knocked at your window. You rolled it down and Emily glanced at your lap, "Hey did you notice if- is that my name?" Her face was shocked, yours was pure fear. You flipped your phone over, "No." She saw right through you, "Y/n, let me see." She was smiling in a way you've never seen before. You didn't budge until Emily reached through the window and snatched your phone, turning away from your car. You unbuckled yourself and jumped out, "Emily please." It was too late.

She turned around, mouth agape, "Y/n, is this how you feel about me?" Her voice was low and dropped an octave. It shot shivers through your body erupting your core. You didn't know what to say, the damage was done. She stepped closer, reached behind you, and slid your phone into your back pocket. She went to move her hands but you grabbed her arms, holding them on your ass. "Emily." Your desperation showing in your voice. It set something off in her. Before you could process it, Emily's lips were on yours and your back was hitting your car. Her hands are on your hips gripping you tight. You snaked your arms around her neck gripping her hair. Her lips moved furiously on yours, her tongue swiping against your lips. The action made you whimper giving her access to your mouth. You could feel her chest moving on yours as she breathed heavily. She pulled away but kept her face inches from yours, "Y/n," she sighed, "This can't happen." You dropped your arms from her neck, she didn't move. "Fuck it." She said in the hottest fucking voice you've ever heard, you moaned at the sound before she attached her lips to yours again.

As her apartment door closed, bags were dropped, jackets discarded. Her lips moved against your neck as you gripped her shirt, "Emily, please." She chuckled, "Already begging for me pretty girl?" You moaned at the praise and Emily lifted a brow, "Oh you liked that huh?" Her arm reached around you to harshly grabbed your ass, "You like being praised by your boss huh? Like the slut you are?" Your knees buckled under you and she gripped your hips to keep you upright. Emily continued her attack on your neck as she pulled you to her bedroom, dropping you on the bed with a thump. "Pretty girl I need you to verbally consent for me before I fuck you senseless." She unbuttoned her shirt as you spoke, "Yes Emily, please. I need you." She slipped her shirt off exposing her black lace bra to you and you stared in awe. She laughed at you and took a finger under your chin pulling your eyes back to hers, "Up here." She spoke sternly and you didn't dare disobey at the risk of her leaving you high and dry. She straddled your lap and started undoing your shirt at an agonizing speed. You squirmed under her from impatience, "Ah, patience sweet girl. I'll get there. Although I understand why you're so needy after months of wanting me exactly like this. On top of you getting ready to make you scream my name." She slipped off your shirt and leaned in close, "I believe it was, call out my name I saw on that playlist of yours?" She left a wet sloppy kiss behind your ear. You could feel the pool of wetness growing between your legs.

She kissed down your collarbones as she unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. She kissed down to your chest until she reached your left nipple, swirling her tongue around it, "Mhm, fuck yes." You gripped her hair harder than you planned on eliciting a moan from her. It was music to your fucking ears. She discarded her slow and steady pace and reached down to unbuckle your belt, undoing your pants and slipping them past your ankles. They hit the floor with a metallic clink before she kissed down your stomach. She pulled off your underwear with her teeth, the sight nearly making you finish right then and there. "Emily, you're wearing too much, I wanna see you." Your voice was slurring, you were so drunk on every single thing you were feeling. She sat up and undid her bra, slipping it off, her perfect breasts falling against her chest. She was perfect. She stood for a second taking off her pants, revealing her perfectly toned legs.

She positioned herself between your legs and licked up your slit. The sensation making your head spin. Your hands gripping her sheets as she took your clit between her lips humming at the taste of you. "You are so in for it Y/n." Hearing her say your name like that was music to your ears. She started flicking her tongue against your clit and your back arched off the bed. She reached one of her hands up grabbing yours giving you something to ground yourself to this moment. You gripped her hands tightly as she teased you with the other hand. Emily removed her mouth from you looking up at you making eye contact, "Beg for it." Your words got caught in your throat causing Emily to completely move her hand away from you and harshly grip your thigh, "I told you to do something Y/n." You swallowed, "Please Emily. Please fuck me. Emily, I need you, please." She smiled devilishly before slamming two fingers inside of you setting a rough pace. "That's my pretty little slut." The cockiness apparent in her tone of voice. She maintained eye contact as she reattached her lips to your clit, pulling it between her teeth softly.

Emily's pace showed no mercy as she fucked you roughly. Her tongue and lips worked against your clit as she pumped her fingers in and out of you roughly. You were so close to coming undone and she could tell. She removed her mouth from you, still fucking you with her fingers, "Do you want to cum?" You writhed under her nearly screaming from pleasure, all you could muster was a nod. "I need words." You opened your eyes and looked into hers, "Yes. Please. I'll do anything." She smirked and let go of your hand, wrapping it around your throat. You moaned her name so loudly you swore the whole building would hear, but neither of you cared. She whispered against your clit, "Cum for me Y/n." She licked your clit once more before you came screaming her name and a slew of curse words. She continued her pace fucking you through the high until your body fell limp. She slowed her pace and slowly pulled her hands from you. She kissed up your stomach, "Such a good girl. You did so good pretty girl." She pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a warm, wet washcloth. She sat down at your feet, "Is it okay if I clean you up?" Her tone was gentle and slow. You nodded, not having feelings in your face. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating. She was soft and gentle, discarding the cloth into the dirty laundry.

She pulled a t-shirt over her head and laid one out at the end of the bed. She laid next to you, pulling you into her. You wrapped your arms around her waist before snuggling your head into her neck. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head. "Emily, that was." You couldn't quite form the words as your nose was still tingling. "Awesome, amazing, perfect, I know." She giggled at her joke and you smiled. "Who would've known badass Unit Chief Prentiss likes to cuddle after sex." She scoffed, "Shut up! I can be soft!" You chuckled, "There's a shirt at the end of the bed if you want it. You can go to sleep, I'll get you up in the morning." You sat up and looked at her, "I'm kind of hungry." She smiled, her eyes wrinkling, "I'll grab you a snack." She left the room and you slipped on the shirt, never leaving the bed.

The playlist you regretted making, just got you the best sex ever.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Celebration: 88,978 Words in One Day!

Just yesterday, a few other LU writers and I, Hot Cheeto Hatred, hosted our first ever monthly (hopefully) Write-a-thon! This event ran on June 4 from 12 am EST to 12 am EST, with one goal in mind---write as many productive words within that day as humanly possible. Words included in the final marathon count ranged from storyboarding, fic writing, editing, answering comments, journalling and homework---basically, any words that furthered yourself, the writing community at large, or your stories. We utilized either the Discord Sprint bot or self-reporting to collect the numbers at the end. Everyone involved gave it their all, with most of them being present for most if not all of the run time as they were able, and I'm so proud of their dedication towards their craft. Anyways, here's the final breakdown of the numbers below, as well as the awards and titles earned by each participant, as decided by the discord server (and myself at random).

Now onto the awards:

I am pleased to report that @not-freyja (Freyja above) won the "Writer of All Time" Award, pulling ahead with 20,565 of our total words. What an accomplishment! Freyja participated from dawn to well, dawn, and they absolutely deserve all praise and awe.

I'm giving myself, @hotcheetohatred (Cheeto), the award "Writer of Some Time," as I fell behind our lovely Freyja by a mere few hundred words fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight. Next time, Freyja, next time...

The "Actually A Writer" award goes to @marcusdoodlesalot (Marcus), who, despite the name, DOES actually write, not just draw! Who would have thought. Not Freyja, that's for sure.

The "Early Bird" award goes to @lerikwrites (Lerik), who solely sprinted in the wee hours of the morning (my time, at least). Terrible. Good job.

"Star Commentor" goes to @elle-rosewater (Eliot), because I stole most of her words for the count from my own comment section in the BDOR Prologues. We love you, Eliot :3 Can't wait to see you next month.

"Cheerleader" goes to @la-sera, who gave us much encouragement throughout the day. I stole your 19 words from you saying you were excited to read Estelian's work. Hope that's okay, because I really wanted to include you---you provided a lot, even if you didn't write with us this time <3.

@whumpitywhumpitywhumpity (Dowsemaxxer) earns "Spirit-ed Storyboarder" for all of his lovely, informative talk on Spirit and just what makes him so great as a rather underappreciated LU boy.

Two awards next! "Chief Editor" and "Most Student" both go to @unexpectedstormy (Stormy) for faer work on getting. stuff. done. Fae did a steady amount of work, so proud.

"Editor (of Word Count) in Chief" goes to @tashacee (Tash), who, at reporting time, was scrounging up 100 and 200 word bits like spare change while I desperately tried to do math. I love you, never change.

The title of "Specter" goes to @somer-writes (Somer), who logged in very few sprints, but participated with the rest of us and pulled up at the end with a whole 7.5K words and a bunch of fics to post at the end, with a lot of it being Ghost AU! He's amazing.

The award "Better Late than Never" goes to our resident artist and recently turned fic-writer @estelian-01 (Este), who joined only in the last half of the marathon but managed to pull a whole 4K! Pictures might be worth a thousand words, but Este wrote a couple more anyway.

@across-violet-skies (Riv) gets the title "Mover and Shaker (of Blorbos)" for managing to participate and get quite the hefty wordcount only a DAY after moving. They're a trooper, that's for sure.

@anime-obsessed (Vio/Nene) earns the award "Most Old School" for writing with pen and paper for most of the day. Please go rest your wrist after all of that.

The award "Head in the Clouds" goes to my bestie and beloved beta reader @needfantasticstories (Skip), who spent the day listening to music and writing Skyloft drabbles. I am nervous/excited to see if those drabbles turned out fluffy as a Loftwing, or perhaps into something more angsty.

@noorahqar (Qar), my lovely fragile Victorian wife, earns the title "Chatty." You know why. But you were there nearly all of the run time, and so engaging and encouraging throughout---a blessing to us all. And even then, you managed to pull so many words. I'm impressed.

And finally, @rosehipandroots / @rosetintedtears (Rose) receives the titles "ndskanefnre" (self chosen) and "Birthday Santa." The first was borne of panic of being asked to choose a title---the second of her relentless effort to get her birthday fics done. Great job.

I'd like to thank everyone that I tagged for participating in the write-a-thon, and thank all of you for helping me draft this post as well. If I messed up any word counts or details or pronouns, you want to request a title/award change, or I missed someone, please DM and let me know! The next Write-a-thon will be held on July 1 from 12am to 12am GMT, and we'll be trying to beat our record. Can't wait to see all of you then!

[freebooter4ever]

i broke down into tears yesterday while packing and my friend was really confused about why and i didnt know how to explain that all these families are losing everything, having their lives turned upside down in one unexpected night and they are probably in shock right now and not even realizing what all this is going to mean but it makes me think of july and how somehow my entire life was crumbled in a matter of weeks. and just...tragedy, and unfairness, and how randomly cruel the world can be, and how our culture right now seems determined to refuse to believe that bad things can even happen to good people who do the right thing. i have already seen far right conservatives celebrating the downfall of wealthy LA. i distinctly remember the threat the orange cheeto made about using wildfire relief as a bargaining chip to get cali to cooperate when his office is inaugurated this year. and its all so insane. this greed, this refusing to feel the pain of fellow humans if they aren't you....how do we get over this shit??? how?

the only thing i can do is remember the sheer insane number of firefighters risking their lives to help people right now. a friend of a friend is a firefighter chief up north in SF and he called while on a plane to the palisades. and there are so many others like him who have traveled from all over to help. "leaders" like the orange cheeto and the idiots who support him may be cruel and careless. but the majority of humanity are like the firefighters. and i firmly firmly believe that like the firefighters who managed to contain the sunset fire, the majority of kindness will win in the end no matter how the minority works to consolidate power, wealth, and influenc. i just am not happy about having to be part of the pain and destruction in the interim.

[sweetnekoheart]

My New Year's Eve Party Meme

Host: Timmy Turner

The Party Guests: Danny Phantom

Sam Manson

Tucker Foley

Jazz Fenton

Kitty Katswell

Dudley Puppy

The Chief

Keswick

Cosmo And Wanda

Peri A.K.A. Poof

Chester McBadbat

A.J.

Mikey Munroe (With Bunsen The Beast As Extra)

Darcy

Hazel Wells

Dev Dimmadome (With Dale Dimmadome As Extra)

Jasmine Tran

Winn Harper

Tootie Miller

Trixie Tang (With Veronica As Extra)

The Location: Turner Residence Home

The Songs: Happy New Year By Abba

Caramelldansen By Caramella Girls

Gwiyomi By Hari

My Shiny Teeth And Me

When I Can See You Again By Owl City

Better When I'm Daning By Meghan Trainor

We Found Love By Rihanna

Kiss You By One Direction

Eye Of The Tiger By Survivor

Good Girl Bad Girl

Fifty Sixty By Alizée

Fright Song From Monster High

Dam Dadi Doo By Fantasy Project

California Gurls By Katy Perry

The Games/Activities: Connect 4

The Game Of Life

South Park: The Stick Of Truth

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe

Sonic Frontiers

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

UNO

Monopoly

South Park: Teh Fractured But Whole

Rayman Raving Rabbids 2

Mario + Rabbids: Sparks Of Hope

Candyland

Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc

Trouble

The Foods/Drinks: Donuts

Fanta

Strawberry Flavored Pocky

Hello Panda Chocolate Biscuits

Juice

Pringles

Doritos

Cake

Oreo

M&M's

Cheetos

Water

Coca-Cola

Pizza

[eugenedebs1920]

Step right up folks, to the Carnival of Corruption! There’s thrills! Chills! And inevitable jail cells! The crimes a fraud a minute here at the Carnival of Corruption!

We start with the head of this 3 ring circus, the man with the tiny hands! The orange Cheeto crusted Jesus himself! Convicted rapist, fraudster and insurrectionist! The dumb, the only!…. Donald J Trump!!!

Our felonious circus leader has 34 felony convictions, he’s been convicted of sexual assault, robbed his own charity, the master of business fraud and tax fraud, an incompetent liar and complete racist as*hole, this man makes Bernie Madoff look legitimate. The irreparable damage he has caused to the United States will be felt for decades to come! The installation of 3 Supreme Court justices, ranging from religious extremists, to fellow sexual assailants, was instrumental in his rise back to power when, as it turns out, the “conservative” judges in SCOTUS, don’t know how to read. When the ruling in Trump v Anderson was ruled in favor of Trump, allowing an insurrectionist access to the ballot. Going in direct contrast to the 14th amendment section 3. It’s nice to have skeezy friends in high places.

We turn our sights now to the second in command. A guy that wears more eyeliner than Liza Minnelli, JD (Jerkin Dudes) Vance. No major scandals (yet) to speak of, but what a prick! A man who called out our circus leader as “Americas Hitler” and berated single women who love cats, this jerk has close ties with billionaire Peter Thiel, who financed the most expensive senatorial campaign at the time to get Vance elected to the Senate from the “great” (🙄) state of Ohio. With the top of the ticket this fantastic, how did they not win by an even higher margin!? It absolutely nuts!! 🤔😐

Next we have Susie Wiles as White House chief of staff. This longtime lobbyist, and swamp creature, can be credited with getting the worst of the worst elected. From Ron DeSanctimonious, the the Mandarin Mussolini himself, Wiles is the definition of the swamp.

For Secretary of State there’s Little Marco Rubio. He may be the most “qualified”, one could say, of Trump’s cabinet picks. Our mousey little buddy has time and time again shown his lack of conviction on anything. If he was any worse in personal integrity he’d give Lindsey Graham a run for his money.

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, a plane? No! It’s Pam Bondi on the corruption trapeze! Switching spots with the sleaze bag, child rapist, Matt Gaetz, her cronieism earns her the spot tightrope walking as Trump’s Attorney General. As she swings from on high with former positions where in 2012 she was the lead attorney in Florida trying do overturn the Affordable Care Act (ACA)! Her, along with 19 other Republican led states sued in 2018 to overturn the provision in ACA that bans insurance companies from denying people with pre existing conditions, or raising their premiums due to them. Real lady for the people folks! The entire Republican Party seems to give zero sh*ts for regular working class people. As long as that black guy who was president legacy is discredited and looked down upon, that seems to be all that matters to them.

Bondi also has daredevil stances on opposing same sex marriages, she’s had interesting donation scandals as well. Rulings and cases that had mutual benefits for both the Circus Ringleader Tangerine Tubbster and herself. Complete loyalty to the top circus clown is the main qualification.

This brings us to our next attraction as head of Health and Human Services (HHS), the man who’s destroying the legacy of his family’s name. A man whose brain was partially eaten by a worm. His voice makes anyone uncomfortable, and he’ll saw and take home all sorts of roadkill. A guy who has more skeletons in his closet than a taxidermist, which he seems to want to be! The babysitter molesting, antivaxer himself, Robert F Kennedy Jr.

His anti vaccine stance is solely responsible for a measles outbreak in the pacific that killed hundreds. His too priority as head of HHS seems to be removing fluoride from the water supply. A credit to Americans oral health in comparison to the rest of the world. If conspiracy theories were wealth, he’d be a rich man. Oh wait! He already is. With his anti vaccine policies, no child will be safe.

Thats it for now folks! With more to come! There’s plenty of entertainment to go around in this 3 ring circus! So stay tuned. And catch us next time on the, Carnival of Corruption!!!l