Showing posts with label American presidency. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American presidency. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 8, 2024

LOSER

I'm not proud of it, but I fantasize about ways to weaponize shame in some way that might penetrate the Orange Turd's seemingly impenetrable defenses. I mean a way that leaves him with nothing but a deep, heart-and-soul realization of what a worthless POS he is.

One such fantasy sees him shackled to a chair in a sound-proof room. No cameras, no microphone, no lawyers. He can't cover his ears, but a large, silvery X of heavy-duty duct tape covers that stupid, kissy-lips little mouth.

And then I play this for him—not quite loud enough to injure his ear drums—on a continuous loop. Over and over...and over again until he says the magic wordl

Donny Boy, you laughable little twerp, here's why—despite your obsession since childhood with winning; despite your lying, cheating, boasting, bullying, lawyering up and doubling down—you are what you are:

FAMILY LIFE
It's about as dysfunctional as it gets, isn't it? No signs of love here. You're condemned to the same relationship with your sons that you had with your father, one based solely on business...and fear. You've failed at all three of your marriages. You've repeatedly cheated on your wives—and bragged about it. It's quite obvious Melania's nothing but a showpiece to you. She hates you and sees you for the impotent crybaby you are. If she weren't legally obligated to stay with you, she'd leave you for a real man in an instant. You're so afraid your family will turn on you that you've made them all sign NDAs.
What does this say about you? It says you're a LOSER.

PERSONAL LIFE
You have no friends. Not one. Those who have to interact with you fear you and know very well the relationship hell they're in: Do your bidding, they're in; cross you once and you destroy them. You have no interest in music, art, ideas...hell, you don't even read. With your insatiable craving for attention, the only happiness you're capable of comes from the folks forced to lie about your fake accomplishments.
What does this mean? It means you're a LOSER.

BUSINESS
Born with the proverbial silver spoon in your mouth, you've failed at most of your own business ventures. You've routinely lied to get regulatory passes and financial backing. You stick it to suppliers and assault employees with your chaotic, egomaniacal management style. And still you fail. You're worth a fraction of what you claim, having filed for bankruptcy six times and refusing to disclose your tax returns—as nearly all U.S. presidents have. And you've been convicted on 34 felony counts of falsifying business records.
What does this prove about you? It proves you're a LOSER.

     You lack any trace of the key elements of intelligence.

POLITICS
Like every other aspect of your life, you've achieved nothing without lying, cheating and intimidation. Your obvious envy of despots like Kim Jong Un and Vladimir Putin proves your weakness. You quickly turned the White House and much of the federal government to chaos. You soiled the reputation of our country, dissing our allies and making us the laughing stock of the world. Obsessed with crowd sizes, hogging the stage and demanding a place in history, you're the poster boy for insecurity. You're one of just 12 U.S. presidents to fail at getting reelected.
What does this indicate? It indicates you're a LOSER.

INTELLECT
Once again, if you're constantly crowing about how smart you are, you're probably not that smart. You were, by all accounts, a very poor student. Otherwise, why would you have gone to such great lengths to keep your school transcripts under wraps? You lack any trace of the key elements of intelligence: curiosity, creativity or discipline. And you have the attention span of a toddler.  
What does this show about you? It shows you're a LOSER.

SPIRITUAL LIFE
Despite an occasional Bible-totin' pose for the Christian right suckers who follow you, you're about as Christian as Attila the Hun. You exhibit not one quality espoused by Jesus Christ. Hard to acknowledge a higher power, isn't it, when you're convinced there is none higher than yourself. You're a pitiful, spiritually empty little man doomed to suffer your own private hell.
What does this mean? It means you're a LOSER.

        Hey, you know what they say about small hands.

PATRIOTISM
You're a draft-dodging coward. You called true American hero John McCain a loser for his five-and-a-half years as a prisoner of war. You've debased other veterans and the very idea of military service. You've consistently expressed admiration for our country's—for Democracy's—most brazen enemies. You've sought to undermine America's democratic institutions and instigated a deadly, armed insurrection in your failed attempt to overturn your election loss.
What does this reveal about you? It reveals you're a LOSER.

MASCULINITY
You exhibit classic behavior of someone who's extremely insecure about his manhood: bragging,  degrading women, obsessing over symbols of masculinity: big cars, too-long neckties and that oversized, over-bold signature that any shrink will tell you is just a long row of tiny erections. Beneath all your desperate efforts to compensate, you're a shriveled, impotent wuss. Hey, you know what they say about small hands.
What does this tell us? It tells us you're a LOSER.

PHYSICAL CONDITION
You're a pale, flabby dough ball. Despite your constant posturing, you're a weakling with no self-awareness or discipline. Your much-parodied diet is that of someone who, deep down, hates himself. Your idea of fitness is having the help drive you around a golf course (where you kick your ball out of trouble so often that your playing partners call you Pele). No wonder you refuse to release the results of your physicals.
What does this disclose about you? It discloses that you're a LOSER.

      You're a textbook narcissist, a pathological liar.

EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE
You have the temperament of a spoiled-rotten four-year old. You lack four of the five components of emotional intelligence: self-awareness, self-regulation, motivation, empathy and social skills. Beyond your flaccid ego's constant need for affirmation—and your rage at those who know you don't warrant it—you're utterly incapable of emotion.
What does this say about you? It says you're a LOSER.

PERSONALITY
You're a textbook narcissist, a pathological liar. You possess not one iota of curiosity, empathy or honor. You've never had a real friend. That's because a) you care only about yourself; b) you can't stand anyone else getting the slightest attention; c) you're a user; and d) you have absolutely nothing to offer a friend. No intelligence, no wisdom, no kindness, no generosity...hell, there's nothing at all even interesting about you.
What does this mean? It means you're a LOSER.

(... and REPEAT) 

So, little Donny, we can keep doing this all day. All you have to do is complete this sentence: I, Donald J. Trump, am and always have been a total and absolute__________. Need a hint? Okay, let's roll it again...

What do you think? Should we add a visual element to the verbal shock treatment? Maybe some images of his gross, doughy body? His face without makeup? Some powerful people mocking him? Thoughts from people he's ruined? Testimonials from women who've witnessed his inadequacy? Other ideas?

Wednesday, December 13, 2023

BRATMAN RETURNS

It's been eighteen months since my last rant here. Oh, how I've prayed that an upwelling of Americans' disillusionment and outrage—not to mention the legal system—might have rid us of a tyrant so vile that neither the Founding Fathers nor any lawmaker since thought to protect the country from him.

Alas, that hasn't happened, so here we go again.

The Bratman seems bound for another run at the office he so thoroughly defiled just a few years ago. Apparently, millions of fans of the reality TV star-turned-dictator simply don't care that: 

    • he made our country the laughing stock of the free world;

    • he's openly expressed his admiration for dictators...and refused to rule out his becoming
      one if re-elected;


    • he's demonstrated, in virtually every action of his personal and business life, that he's
      the antithesis of both a "true American" and a "good Christian."

    • he faces four separate prosecutions, and no fewer than 91 criminal charges;

    • his company's been convicted of 17 felonies;

Incredibly, somewhere around 35 percent of my fellow Americans still think he's the guy they want their kids looking up to.

   I wrote, stuffed and mailed 560 of those hand-written notes.

MENTAL HEALTH MANTRA

So here I am resurrecting the same mental health mantra I employed nearly every day of his four-year fiasco: Is there something I can do about it right now? If so, do it. If not, let it go.

Back then what I did about it was to enlist in Vote Forward, which organizes volunteers to write millions of get-out-the-vote letters, and then send them to individuals it's identified as inclined not to vote, but, if they did vote, would be inclined to vote democratic.

I wrote, stuffed and mailed 560 of those hand-written notes. It was good therapy. Every one of them kept my brain and hands busy for a while, spared me having to see or hear another of the twerp's ego ejaculations, and afforded me, between bouts of hand cramping, five to ten minutes of relative peace. 

Another thing that helped was my venting here at Pop This Boil. I don't consider myself at all politically astute, but I do love democracy and worry deeply about losing it. Being able to express that concern—even to the limited audience this blog reaches—was liberating.

    I'm assuming the candidate will be good ol' Joe.

SIGN OF THE TIMES
Now that election day 2024 is less than a year away, I plan to employ the same strategies, writing letters, blogging...and praying. So keep an eye out here and on my Facebook page. I also want to apply my modest gifts as a graphic designer to show as many people as possible who's the better presidential choice.

(I, like many other folks I know, would very much like to see a younger, more dynamic candidate emerge on the democratic ticket. Someone like Amy Klobuchar, Pete Buttigieg or even—don't laugh—Duane (The Rock) Johnson. But since that seems not to be happening, I'm assuming the candidate will be good ol' Joe.)

So, based on that assumption, here are a few of my ideas for a bumper sticker and/or lawn sign campaign: 


 


Let me know what you think. If you could get one of these signs for your car or lawn (free, or let's say for a small donation to the candidate), which, if any, would you pick?