My inevitable re-entry back into the world of Trump madness is complete. Arriving in the most unexpected (though after 9 years of his utter craven narcissism, not so shocking) way -- a much shared internet meme of His Shittyness posing as His Holiness. And this was just days after Pope Francis passed away.
What in God's Papal Liaison is going the fuck on here?
I don't know how many Catholics there are around the world, I do know that if I were one of them I'd be boiling holy water mad. I would also hope this latest bit of heresy would have some effect on my hometown of Suffern, NY, where it seemed to me one out of every one person was Catholic. Either Irish or the Roman Catholic variety.
If the Mountain Lion (The Mountie) wasn't already the school mascot, I'm positive it would have been the Fighting Rosaries.
How Catholic? On Friday nights you'd have stand in a line a mile long to get into our local Arthur Treacher's Fish and Chips.
I've been optimistic before with Trump's previous classless transgressions, I don't know why I'd think this will be any different. Already it's fading from the news cycle, being replaced with more UnAmerican bullshittery that would have had fatal consequences for any other politician.
Or even a human being.
You don't have to be Catholic, for instance, to be concerned about the colossal clusterfuck who goes by the name of Pete Hegseth, Trump's handpicked straight out of central casting Secretary of Defense. His Loose Tequila Soaked Lips have been working overtime as of late. Not only including journalists on Signal Chats about upcoming attacks, but also his brother and his henpecking wife.
"No nookie for you Pete unless I get to eavesdrop on the latest plans to drop some LGB 62 -- Laser Guided Bombs on Near Arctic Ner'do wells."
How will that play out with Ma and Pa Ryan when the Dept. of Defense sends a courier with the sad news of the passing of their son, a Sucker or Loser, who lost his life in an ambush after some crafty Greenlanders got advance warning of an imminent attack?
Where is the continued news coverage on this? Oh yeah it's been replaced with photos and headlines of D-List celebrities and their fakakta costumes at the Met Gala.
And finally, or at least finally for today, there's Alcatraz. The wrinkles on my forehead have all been effectively stamped out. By my own palm.
What he knows, and all he knows, about this now defunct prison comes from an old dusty Clint Eastwood movie. But now, he wants to pour billions of dollars into overhauling this decaying old hull and make it our Great Shining Prison on a Rock.
Not taking into account that we have SuperMax Facilities, with technologies that make escape less likely than two of Trump's brain cells making a functional connection.
The brutality, the insanity and worst of all, the idolatry continues.
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