A good weekend to you Widdershins!
Pardon me while I try to type while also rubbing my hands together in glee at the shellacking the Republicans are almost assuredly going to get on November 8th. Now I realize that we’re still two weeks out from election day, but barring anything really bad happening, the Republicans are definitely going to be crying the blues on November 9th. And, uh, those blues are going to be Democratic blue.
The Democrats, besides retaining the Presidency, also have a good shot of regaining the Senate – especially important if Hillary wants to get her nominations to the Supremes approved. There’s also a slimmer chance that they regain the House. Should we hit the trifecta this will indeed be a disaster for the Republicans. So in keeping with the theme of disasters, let’s take a look at some disaster movies. We know there are lots of them out there and I’ll add mine below.
(1) San Andreas
(2) The Hindenburg
(3) The Doomsday Flight
(4) Deep Impact
(5) Airport ~ 1970
(6) [for a laugh] Several scenes from Airplane
Okay those are my choices but there are tons of others ranging from natural disaster movies, disasters in the air, under the water and others. However I don’t think anything we can come up will compare to what the Republicans will go through next month. Please add your choices in the comments below.
Good morning Widdershins. I’m offering up a short post to move us along since loading up 240 comments is a slow lift for most ISPs.
Last evening it appears the Great Trumpkin got what looks like a fatal case of the gummy stem blight. His orange pallor seemed inordinately pasty.
After the Great Trumpkin’s pronouncement he would ignore what every candidate for President since George Washington has seen as a sacred obligation, nine kinds of hell broke loose. Most relatively intelligent people saw it as a major faux pas. Of course, relatively intelligent excludes #socklessdeadintern and #drunkmika.
This morning I was listening to Morning Schmoe on Sirius radio while driving to a two-day meeting. It sounded like a bunch of long-tailed cats had been thrown into a marathon rocking chair contest. Schmoe was ballistic. Bill Kristol was his normal gag reflexive self. And Harold Ford seemed to have grown weary of trying to cram ten pounds of Schmoe crap in a five-pound bag.
The argument was about the peaceful transition of power and whether or not it is a big deal. In fact, comparatively speaking since there’s thermonuclear weapons involved nothing else comes close.
Last evening a strange species of talking head discussed the concept of peaceful transition of power. For all appearances, it seemed as though it was a sane Republican. Steve Schmidt, a living and breathing sane Republican declared it was a disqualifying event for the Great Trumpkin to “wait and see” if he was down with the concept. Schmidt is a serious student of history and of the presidency in particular. His words seemed very familiar.
It then occurred to me where I had heard them – Game Change, the movie based on the book by Halperin and Heilemann. Woody Harrelson played Schmidt and Sarah Palin was played by Julianne Moore, who won a Golden Globe, Critics’ Choice, Screen Actor’s, and an Emmy for the role.
I found the scene and it does a much better job than I ever could in explaining the ramifications.
One last thing: Here’s something as rare as a grammatically correct sentence from the Great Trumpkin. It is a highly laudatory article about our gal. It was written after last night’s debate, but it details how extraordinary Hillary’s performance has been in all three debates. The catch phrase on the article is: Donald Trump didn’t just destroy himself. Hillary Clinton destroyed him. Or as we like to say around here, Donald was whipped by a girl.
What’s on your mind today?
Good evening Widdershins.
It’s the last and final debate. If you are scoring at home, it’s about to be 3 for Hillary and Z-effing-RO for the orange dingleberry.
The Trumpanzee whines about our culture being too politically correct. He says we should speak more frankly which is shorthand for self-indulgence. Be careful what you wish for Cheeto crumb. Let’s see what that would look like.
Donald Trump you are a menace and disgrace to mankind. Sexual predation was once such an anathema to society it was routinely excised without question by summary execution. Your lack of character gives us pause to consider whether or not due process for your transgressions should be considered progress.
You have as your guests this evening, Patricia Smith and Malik Obama. Patricia Smith, in a PC world, would be forgiven as a grieving mother. In a post-PC world, she’s a vindictive, attention-seeking, mentally-compromised woman who is not Sean Smith’s next of kin. She has repeatedly contravened her son’s wife who is speaking for herself and their children.
Patricia Smith manufactured her story a full year after the events of which she now complains so loudly. At one point, she wanted to sell her house in order to launch her son’s ashes into space. She now gladly sells herself for temporal cruel and imaginary revenge.
Malik Obama merely reminds us that you, Donald Trump, are a racist – a birtherism racist who used and was used by a hate-mongering television network to spread vile discredited garbage. You are the nominee of a party that sits atop a base of like-minded bigots. You are a vile, reprehensible creature.
We have learned at least two things from you Donald Trump. The first is: Money doesn’t make you any more sophisticated or learned than a drunk sitting slumped at the end of the bar. You are a boor, a lout, and intergalacticly ignorant.
The second learning is this: It’s often said that power corrupts. That is incorrect. It’s scientifically proven that power and money only free what was already there. They merely erase the veneer of impulse control. So Mr. Trump, you would be the same miserable excuse for a human being if you had nothing at all or really had all the money you claim. Ironically, that might be the only consistent thing in your entire pathetic life.
I will enjoy your humiliation tonight and your ignominious loss three weeks from now.
And have a nice day.
Good afternoon Widdershins.
Here’s a question: Why don’t reporters just read our TW? Here’s one of today’s big scoops — the Trumpanzee is thinking about starting a Trump-a-vision channel.
We covered that concept last week, but I guess it is official now since it has appeared in publications that have a few more subscribers. Here’s the money shot from New York magazine:
If you do assume that Trump is acting rationally, then it is very hard to explain his campaign moves as steps in a considered plan to get elected president, and much easier to explain them as steps toward monetizing his audience through a media empire. This theory would explain why Trump handed control of his campaign to a media mogul (Steve Bannon), why he has needlessly attacked fellow members of his party, and why he has risked demoralizing his own voters by repeatedly calling the election rigged. These are logical decisions if his end goal is to wrest the intense loyalty of a large minority of the country away from other conservative organs and center it around a media brand he can control.
Given that journalists seldom have strategic thinking skills, let’s help them out. The Orange Sexual Predator has support from somewhere between zero and 35% of the Republican base. Where does that leave the “tea cozy” sniffers of the Tea Party and the flesh-eating Freedom Caucus members? They will have to obey their new tangerine-hued overload, Darth Drumpf.
So the long and short of it: All these gerrymandered districts of which the Republithugs have long been so proud will now officially bite them in their ample buttocks. Of course, they could bite them anywhere since they are all buttocks, but I digress. These Congress critters will be forced to take on such crazy positions they will look like yoga instructors who just snorted a new batch of bath salts.
Paul Ryan is about to be one of three things — powerless, without an ounce of principle, or retired. The Rethug House Caucus is about to become the House Carcass Caucus. If Hillary’s “tunic tails” are not enough to wrest control of the House, she understands well enough, unlike Obama, that the midterm election is another bite at that apple. She will not let it escape.
Two years of ape-crazy, biscuit-eaters will convince an overwhelming majority of the country that the Republican Party is a thing of the past worthy of being put down. The conservodroids will be ensconced in their bunkers eating their Glenn Beck apocalypse provisions wringing their little hands to nubbins.
The nation’s Capitol will have one adult and she has come to clean the House.
What’s on your mind today?
GOOD WEEKEND TO YOU WIDDERSHINS!
Another week has passed and yet even more disgusting stories about Trump have made the news. Not only have we learned he thought he could grab a woman by her genitalia, but he also felt free to try to get a woman to join him in the mile high club. Another one of the Trumpian tidbits is that he referred to Marlee Matlin as “retarded” when she appeared on his show Celebrity Apprentice.
Trump, who was accused on Wednesday of making sexual comments to Marlee Matlin, an Oscar-winning actress who once competed on Trump’s Celebrity Apprentice, also apparently had a habit of insulting, mimicking, and demeaning as mentally handicapped his star female contestant—all because she was deaf.
In 2011, Matlin, who is still the only deaf actor or actress to win an Academy Award for best actress, appeared on Trump’s NBC reality-TV series. By the end of the season, she had come in second place and earned her fair share of compliments from Trump in the aired footage. But according to three longtime staffers who worked on Matlin’s season of Celebrity Apprentice, Trump would regularly disrespect the actress and would even treat her as if she were mentally disabled.
I’m not totally sure who we should be crying a river for: we Americans for having to hear about all of this, the people who were the objects of his attacks and insults, or the Republicans who are getting their much deserved desserts for allowing this to grow in their body politic, with this foul fruit being the result. It will be extremely difficult to rid themselves of this and will be their legacy for some time to come. Nah, to hell with the last one.
So along those lines let’s look at some songs about crying, tears, anything along those lines. Now we all know some songs involving those things. Here are mine.
(1) As Tears Go By ~ Marianne Faithfull
(3) Lonely teardrops ~ Jackie Wilson
(4) Tears of a Clown ~ Smokey Robinson and the The Miracles
(5) There’ll be no teardrops tonight ~ Tony Bennett
(6) Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall ~ Coldplay
(7) Blue Eyes Cryin’ in the Rain ~ Willie Nelson (who else but??)
Good morning Widdershins.
Matt Taibbi’s analogy of Goldman Sachs to a vampire squid in 2010 has long been a favorite of mine. It’s brilliantly simple and effective. I’ve thought long and hard about something comparable for the metastasized garbage scow calling itself the Trump campaign.
The habitues of the campaign’s sanctum sanctorum are Steve Bannon, David Bossie, and Kellyanne Conway. Some background is in order. Bannon was the CEO of the one-holed outhouse calling itself Breitbart.com before his peacock mating dance with the Manhattan Meerkat began.
David Bossie has never earned a dollar from a job that didn’t involve Clinton derangement. Before becoming a tangerine nubbin sucker headquartered at Trump Tower, he was actually President of Citizen’s United (it’s a real thing, not just an abhorrent Supreme Court case).
And then there’s Chatty Kelly, the Todd Akin legitimate rape, Ted Cruz loving, Trump enabling, mother fudge-maker married to the man thought to have emailed Drudge about the shape of Bill Clinton’s penis.
These people have spent three decades living in a delusional world of an all-consuming, white-hot, hatred of the Clintons. They loathe Bill, Hillary, and probably Charlotte and Aidan, too. They arise fuming about them and go to bed hoping to dream of their demise.
If you believe the saying, “If you love what you do, you will never work a day in your life,” these people have never turned in a day’s work in their lives. Their lifeblood is one long Clinton delusional psychosis.
So this Trumpian circle is comprised of creatures who live in the darkness of an over-arching abhorrence of the Clintons. They are oblivious to anything but their hatred. They have evolved to be the perfect denizens of the padded rooms of the darkest reaches of the internet where animosity is the coin of the realm.
They are the naked mole rats of politics. Naked mole rats live in a harsh environment, but have evolved to be virtually indestructible. They have long lives. What is remarkable about them is that they have evolved to be extremely insensitive to pain. They are born this way. They live this way. You can pour acid on them and they won’t feel it. They live in eusocial colonies like ants and bees. The queen rat fights for dominance to the death. She and her boy toy servicing rats are the only reproducing rats in the colony.
If this Trumpian triumvirate had a coat of arms, it would feature the crossed teeth of the naked mole rat. They are virtually indestructible and oblivious to the pain they cause. They live to support and sustain the hating colony.
Here’s an observation for what it’s worth. All the talking heads point to the ignominy of what has become the orangeloupe’s campaign. Here’s my bet.
The naked mole rats surrounding the orangeloupe could care less about the campaign. They knew the toxicity of what they were selling from the get-go. Unburdened by actually trying to win, they now have free rein to engage in what they exist to do without feeling or care – spew unfounded bile on a national level against the Clintons. The Republican Party is merely the hobby horse they rode to the party.
They have discovered political naked mole rat heaven.
They have a stooge they can wind-up with a teleprompter to touch all the erogenous zones of the critters of the fever swamp. These naked mole rats have evolved to the point of the perfect, Clinton-hating vermin. They have reached the pinnacle of their evolutionary journey. Who would have thought that journey would end at Trump Tower?
What’s on your mind today?
Good morning Widdershins. We are in D+36, freshly scrubbed from Sunday night’s Republican pre-Halloween grave digging. It was as if the Headless Horseman borrowed someone’s jack-o-lantern, carved a hen’s butt for a mouth, and turned it loose for a Walking Dead audition.
All the polls say Hillary won the debate by double digits. There was carping by Leftie bed wetters about why Hillary failed to put the Yam away. Here’s why she didn’t: Strategically, there is nothing better than having Trump as the head of the Republican ticket.
If Hillary had put the rancid, orange Vienna Sausage away, Republicans would have hightailed it like there was a fire at the two-for-one whorehouse. A ticket led by Trump is Nancy Pelosi’s readmission to the Speaker’s Office. Trump is going to be tied around every Republican candidate like a cheap Chinese necktie. Unlike Obama, Hillary and her pips are playing three-dimensional politics for Democratic down ballot candidates.
Hillary flourished Sunday night, we survived, and we saw that a cornered rat is always full of fight, but still susceptible to its love of fermented diary products. The clamorous Yam’s behavior isn’t surprising. He can’t be what he’s not – so we can forget the possibility of a decent person miraculously appearing.
I believe what we saw Sunday night was a preview of a new cable channel – low def CDS. It seems as if the polarization profiteers have gained absolute control of the orange gorilla’s snortables in order to go full tilt in the pursuit of salacious vulgarity. Who are these polarization profiteers of whom I speak?
Steve Bannon, Breitbart’s pernicious earwig, David Bossie, a hissing cockroach whose entire career has involved Clinton derangement, and Chatty Kellyanne Conway, the cow killer mutillidae, the real charmer and great pretender of the insect and political world. They have been hating Clintons since Marky Mark was still running with the Funky Bunch.
All three of these psuedo-humans perfectly mimic their diabolical insect namesakes. When we thought they couldn’t go lower, they went all Deepwater Horizon on us. They have learned when you ride a tiger; it is awfully hard to dismount.
The most honest thing the crumb at the bottom of the Cheeto bag ever said was, “I’ll run for President and make money at it.” That’s what we saw last night – a sneak peek of coming attractions on the CDS channel, the visual fever swamp of the Alt-right deplorables.
There will be a remake of Murder She Wrote in her Emails. There will a soap opera Days of our Wives that times the marriages of these cretins with a sweep secondhand. There will be a wildlife show like Animal Planet, but it will be called Animal Penthouse as a live feed from Trump’s office and apartment. Of course, there will be Scandal updates on the hour and the news will be Fairly Unbalanced. After hours there will be a soft-porn homoerotic, all shirtless Putin program.
Undoubtedly, Roger Ailes will be in charge of personnel, leg cameras, and skirt height. Rudy Giuliani will have a show called The 4 Ds: Dementia, Dental Disease, and Divorce. Chris Christie will have two shows – a new take on a cooking show called, Believe Me, I Ate the Whole Thing and Bridgegate: Stories from Prison.
This CDS channel will be the first cable channel to utilize smell-o-vision. Tuning in will reek of regret just like its owners and stars. These people live their lives with such iridescent regret their only outlet is spewing vituperative bile to ease their self-loathing. Just like junkies who need more and more for a better high, they need any facade of political correctness to be stripped away so their venomous attacks can be sprayed with reckless abandon.
The CDS channel will service those who believe Fox is too polite and environmentally friendly. Unhampered by logic or science, the CDS will be long on “feelacts” – those things that feel like facts. All I can say is: Since people who get their news from Fox would be better informed if they listened to no news at all; those who come to be informed by the CDS will be given two coupons for the nearest drive-by lobotomy clinic just in case the first one doesn’t take.
Sunday night Donald Trump did what he knows how to do – belittle, beleaguer, and degrade a woman on stage as well as four seated in the audience. He tried to intimidate through sheer size and Lurch-like looming. If his sentences were jigsaw puzzles, we still wouldn’t have the outer edges fitting together, but we recognize the picture on the box top – Greed and Narcissism by Trump during his orange period.
Of this I’m sure, just like Fox, Limbaugh, Hannity, and the rest, the best thing for the business of CDS is a Hillary Rodham Clinton administration. Listen closely and you can tell it’s part of the business plan of the polarization profiteers.
What’s on your mind?