Lloyd of the Lies. (Duck and Blubber).

“We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Greetings, Bitchiteers!

If you’ve been reading my screeds for a while, I think it’s fair to say that I write far more about the subject of politics these days, rather than the aspects of the creative arena from which my writing pseudonym [AKA; “Artbitch”] originally sprang. This is due in no small part, to the fact that my current Lair of Snarkitude is located just outside of a small town in the idyllically pastoral setting that is Southern New Mexico.

(Mot the lair that I have, but definitely, the lair that I most certainly need.)

This is not to say that there’s nothing “artsy” to write about here, but at best, it would have far less appeal to anyone outside of the sparsely populated county that I currently live in, and I honestly don’t mean that as a derogative descriptive. And unlike the previous culturally cynical carnival I was part of for the better part of two and a half decades, the well of written inspiration waiting to be tapped, is not nearly as deep for an introspective overview as I would require to craft a good read.

Hence, the slide over to politics. the never-ending row of shark’s teeth that can be easily rendered into screeds, if not effective countering swords against the rising tide of flaccid fascism currently vexing this country. I’ve oft had it asked of me why I “do what I do”, and there’s an easy answer courtesy of sci-fi author Tiana Dalichov, who noted in her novel “Agenda 46” that; “You attack to protect, not to avenge. You strike to end suffering, not cause it.”

This, without any notation of self-aggrandizement, is what I try to do, every time I open my laptop, and present my thoughts via the pixilated page.

This, without any notation of self-aggrandizement, is what I try to do every time I open my laptop, and present my thoughts via the pixilated page. I don’t always succeed, and sometimes I feel that my efforts are akin to spitting into the proverbial wind, but I continue on nevertheless, despite the research required, the occasional interaction with the intellectually-bereft, and the oft-painful reality that even after successfully parrying some of the inaner commentary from same said MAGAts, my expression usually looks like this:

And if this is me contemplating a small victory, you can only imagine what I must look like on a day when I’m so ticked off that I could shack on a box of nails, and spit out a barbed wire fence. A state of mind that as Time marches forward, is becoming more of a commonalty, than a rarity these days.

The seemingly endless flow of dimwitted disingenuousness runs both high and wide, and as it does so, only the detritus of what it has destroyed remains behind to tell its tale, mythical God help us all. This venomous volatility, stems from the inflicted influence of Trumpism that has corrupted not only the modern-day Conservative movement and its adherents, but the very soul of this country as well.

Need some evidentiary proof that America is experiencing a wave of delusional dipsh***ery from the top of the power structure on down? Well then, feel free to peruse this slice of political amnesia from one of its most devoted disciples, the ever-graveling Trumpist boot-licker, known as US Representative (R-TX) Chip Roy:

Because I’m a fully functioning human whose mental processes work the way that they should, I’ll give you a moment to contemplate the asinine absurdity of Roy’s pathetically brazen hypocritical amnesia, that’s so cravenly on display here for the world to see. I swear to allegorical God, that if Trump’s dick were any further down this toady’s throat, it would like he had a prehensile tail.

I’m kidding of course, for as we all know thanks to the input of adult-film star Stormy Daniels, Trump’s gear can’t extend itself past the average persons’ molars, but you get my point.

If Roy’s name sounds even remotely familiar, it might be because back in March of 2021 at a hearing regarding the increase of hate crimes directed at Asian Americans, Roy said the following: “We believe in justice. There’s old sayings in Texas about ‘find all the rope in Texas and get a tall oak tree, You know, we take justice very seriously, and we ought to do that. Round up the bad guys. That’s what we believe.”

This vile commentary BTW, was uttered mere days after eight people, six of whom were Asian, were murdered in Atlanta, the victims of an abominable hate crime.

When given the chance to retract or modify his putrid articulation, Roy instead doubled down, releasing a statement that declared:  “Apparently some folks are freaking out that I used an old expression about finding all the rope in Texas and a tall oak tree about carrying out justice against bad guys. I meant it. We need more justice and less thought policing, We should restore order by tamping out evil actors, not turn America into an authoritarian state like the Chinese Communists who seek to destroy us, No apologies.”

But when it came to Trump’s attempted insurrection on J6, all Roy had to say to White House chief of staff Mark Meadows via text on that day, was the following: This is a sh*tshow, Fix this now.” This plea came after previous texts to Meadows in which Roy stated; “If you’re still in the game… dude, we need ammo. We need fraud examples. We need it this weekend”, as well as; We need a controlled message ASAP,”

However, when these texts were made public, Roy took his standard approach of crafting arrogant hypocrisy into condescending flesh, saying; “No apologies for my private texts or public positions – to those on the left or right. I stand behind seeking truth, fighting nonsense, & then acting in defense of the Constitution.

This patriotic declaration, courtesy of an alleged public servant of the people, who’s seemingly down with the act of lynching a select few of them, but I digress.

Nonetheless, while I obviously disagree most strongly with Roy’s cravenly attempt to rewrite a historically factual narrative that was quite literally, archived in real-time, his selectively retrieved utterance still rings far more eloquent than the nearly incoherent rant offered up to us all, by this dedicatedly dimwitted member of Cult 45. Bays and Girls, may I introduce you to the pride of Pocono Summit, PA, the one and hopefully only, Debbie Nowicki Harshbarger:

Speaking as a professional writer, I must admit that I’ve oft-wondered just how freeing it must be, to write out a thought that’s so delightfully unbound by the confines of logic, as this one most certainly appears to be.

And given the pure Homo/Transphobic vibe inherent within it, I’m not sure if the late author Anthony Burgessis looking down upon us, or to be more accurate, looking up at the same, but either way, he must be so jealous right about now, watching a mere amateur boldly steal his thunder outright..

New, I do know what you’re thinking: while yes, this is a pristine example of what happens when a failed public education falls madly in love with a family tree that’s sans branches, but nevertheless, let’s try to see the upside to this cornucopia encompassing the resultant tatters of a confused thought process. I briefly introduced Debbie No-wits-ki Harshbarger here in my last screed, and I must say that her political takes are like a gift from the Writing Gods themselves.

Are they proudly ill-informed? You bet. Delusionally paranoid as well? Without question. And even though we don’t know exactly what prescription medication Harshbarger is allegedly abusing to come to these insane conclusions of hers, the one thing that I think we can all agree on, is that by comparison alone, it makes Crack look like a cheese danish:

I hate to quibble over the small details here Debbie, but would it be rude of me to remind you that the Nazis and the Communists, were politically opposed to each other? They literally went to war over it, you absolute f**king lummox.

Burt let’s give Soros some overdue credit, as I seriously don’t know how he does it all at his advanced age- rigging elections, running the Deep State cabal like a fine Swiss timepiece, composing all those songs for Nickelback, and that’s not even taking into account all the lunches with Satah that he has to attend, if only for the sake of his appealing to the democratic faithful.

Oh, I’m sorry… did I forget to mention Satan’s influence upon us Leftists? Well, don’t you worry, because No-wits-ki has that base fully covered:

I won’t speak for you of course, but if Satan is indeed going to be the keynote speaker for the Democratic Convention, I for one, would like to know just why he couldn’t book Norwegian black metal band Mayhem to be the evening’s musical guest. Seriously Lucifer- it’s bad enough that you haven’t directly inspired a good Metallica album since the “Black” one, but this oversight is almost unforgivable.

However, there’s no need to fret if you were hoping for the classic conservative hits and tropes, because No-withs-ki has those playing on a continuous loop in her otherwise empty head. To start, there’s the traditional gambit as already expressed above, of comparing your imagined enemies to being no less than the heir apparent to either Communists, or the Nazis, in both word and deed:

And if this pathetically abominable analogy fails to land the political sucker punch that you were hoping for, then just move post haste, to yet another well-worn conservative strategy of deflection, that being the amalgamation of two completely unrelated, yet equally insane, modern-day conspiracy theories:

Now when that fails as well, due to the fact that it’s laughably impossible to logically defend on any level, then switch gears once more, and go after the villains that are the ones truly responsible for holding America as well as its citizens hostage to their mercurial and cruel whims.

You know who I’m talking about, right? The one, the only, the “ELIETIST” A shadowy cabal, made up of Globalists that are so cunningly evil, they misspelled their organization’s name on purpose, so that even with the use of Google, we still can’t find their headquarters:

Once again, I find Harshbarger’s lack of punctuation, if not the need to all-cap everything mentioned within, quite refreshing. The rest of her unhinged rant masquerading as commentary, is the purest of garbage to be sure, but the spirit of it overall, is as stereotypically hypocritical as such a taken position can get.

Personally, I’ve always loved how the party that grovels at the feet of corporations and billionaires, paints itself as the representatives of the working-class while brazenly slurring with venomous mockery, those who actually endeavor to lessen the burdens placed upon us all by the actual elite. However, since almost every statement uttered by modern-day conservatives these days tends to be either projection or confession, I’ll just give it a charitable pass…

… for now.

Sadly, I could literally harvest an entire series of screeds from the insanity garden that serves as Hershberger’s mental citadel, but as I need to move along with this, the newest of my literary excursions, we’ll just close her story-arc off with one last slice of No-wits-ki’s particularly vulgar brand of dimwittedness:  

Say what you will about Hershberger’s full-blown delusional take on the world entire, but someday she and it, are going to make a hand-picked team of physiatrists ether very well-known, or exceedingly wealthy beyond their wildest dreams off of the movie rights alone. But Hershberger faces some seriously stiff competition in regards to maintaining her grip as a top-level Alt-Wrong Wackadoo, and surprisingly, it comes from a guy who looks like this, and yet, still had the inner confidence to share his not-creepy-at-all-70’s-serial-killer-vibe, with us all:

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the man behind this “The Hills Have Eyes” selfie, one Russell Ward Matthews of Athol, MA. Interestingly, the nickname for Athol is “Tool Town“, due to its economy being largely based in industrialism, but it’s also somewhat ironic considering what a “tool” Matthews seemingly appears to be, when you look at some of his finer intellectual observations, especially in regards to cultural issues, such as validated race-based mistrust of law enforcement:

Yes, my racist russet potato analog, only “criminals” hate the police, and nobody else. Especially the demographic that suffers most due to their consistent abuse of power and legislative protection.

I tells ya’, there’s no better counsel to take into consideration, then the one offered up by a potentially bigotry-afflicted dude, who looks like he spends his free time surreptitiously hiding in the shadows that surround a child’s playground. I’m obviously kidding of course, but if Matthews can blasely judge people by the color of their skin alone, then I in tandem, can judge him by every single “stranger-danger “poster that I ever saw as a kid.

However, there is the very slimmest of probabilities that I could be wrong about Matthews allegedly possessing more bigoted bones than a Confederate cemetery, because after all, it’s not like he’s the type to consistently post truly ignorant declarations making light of the horrendous struggles of African-Americans, right?

Well, in his limited defense regarding the ostensibly racist whine presented above, he did once post this:

Now, while I’m not a person of faith on any level, there actually is a nice message within this rather simplistic assertion, that being, only “Evil” deliberately separates people into specific boxes, and “Good” in all of its essence, does not.  “God” IS love after all, and the knowing of this concept, it not the steadfast belief in this mantra, would, and this most certifiably, not allow anyone to post the following asininity, or so you might think:

And this abomination of detached humanity, conveniently served up in one pathetically cringe-worthy cartoon, is sourced from (who else?) the favorite Replacement Theorist of people whose family tree resembles a chain link fence that gets taller with each subsequent generation, America’s performatively outraged Wedgie Salad, Tucker Carlson. You know, the White Pride Piper with the obsessive M&M hate-f**k fetish, as displayed here?

Tucker, who recently informed us all that; “M&M’s will not be satisfied until every last cartoon character is deeply unappealing and totally androgynous. Until the moment you wouldn’t want to have a drink with any one of them. That’s the goal. When you’re totally turned off, we’ve achieved equity; they’ve won”, made sure that like most of the Caucasian Cowper’s fluid that dribbles out of his mouth, his post covered all the tropes that White Supremacists happily pleasure themselves to, in-between their 3a.m. front-lawn barbecuing get-togethers.

Laid out here before us, is a racist trifecta that we have yet to sample, but as it is with all things paranoid-based, I can assure you all that it generalizes the underlying issues of societal issues, and demonizes that which was manufactured out of ignorance and hate. And the reason for this, is just so inane pin-heads like Matthews, finally have a range of desired successes to scratch off their wretched bucket lists.

To start, did they unduly slur the reputation of a well-respected African_American Congressman? You bet they did! Did they also paint his district as a dystopian urban hellscape without addressing exactly why that is, past veiling it under the specter of passive-aggressive racism? Sure thing! And most importantly of all, did they manage to squeeze in one last swipe, implying that undocumented aliens get a free ride?

Congratulations, my Vanilla Vanguard plebes, you’re now officially racists! Here’s your complimentary Anthropologie discount card, a case of Miracle Whip, and an erroneous sense that everyone but you, are actually the problem with everything that you find to be uncomfortable, objectionable, or misunderstand.

And if I may be so bold, nobody seems to get it so pointlessly wrong quite in the same way that Matthews manages to do here with this pointlessly puerile post, which if anything, only reinforces my opinion that while not every person whose part of a family tree gets to meet their ancestors, Matthews has most certainly had the unfortunate opprobrium of knowing just exactly who his “incestors” were:

Does anyone else get the feeling that Matthews was born in the wrong era? Not the one depicted in the film “Mississippi Burning”, but the one so iconically conceptualized in Stanley Kubrick’s masterpiece “2001”, where the man-apes are hooting unrestrainedly as they dance around the Black Monolith?

Earlier above, Matthews opined that only “SATAN SEES RACE”, but if that’s true and as he’s not charming enough, smart enough, or interesting enough to be the actual fallen Lightbringer himself, I can only assume that they either both share the same optometrist, or at the very least, the same set of contacts from time to time, for Matthews to be this inadvertently hypocritical.

Regardless, far be it from me to depict Matthews as being nothing more than just an alleged run-of-the-mill racist, for this cat has got quite the range of mental obesity in concern to the crafting of his rampantly abject stupidity. Of that, I can assure you. For instance, he’s also rather the fan of nonsensical conspiracy theories as well, not that the revealing of such an affinity, should shock anyone even remotely familiar with today’s modern-day GOP.

Granted, while the promotion of the facially insane is seemingly the cornerstone of the ever-increasingly disturbing psyche of the conservative movement, even I have to admit that this one’s still a doozy:

For sanity’s sake, I won’t rehash the myriad of reasons why this is both erroneous and delusional, as I’ve covered this particular topic in depth previously, but I will address it once more, nevertheless.  

Speaking only for myself, I harbor serious reservations that a man who brags about sexually assaulting women, who twice wishes “well” upon a procurer of a pedophile before her trial for the same, and who has one of the lowest prosecutorial rates for sex trafficking in Presidential history, is going to serve as the judicial juggernaut that moves the allegorical goalposts as far as they need to be. Call me cynical.

And I’m not entirely sure who “They” are, but if a cabal with a so-called secret agenda, and supposed overseer power as to how things above and below the line of sight are run within this Republic, can’t hide their simplest machinations from a lummox such as the one Matthews most certainly appears to be, I for one, wouldn’t consider them a virulent threat to anyone on any level, save for possibly themselves.

Not to mention, the thought that a man who sells snake-oil as naturally as he slurs dignity, being the champion of applied Justice in general, is as believable as my ever getting over the fact that in all probability, the same “they” Matthews rants about, are also probably the ones that greenlit “Highlander II: The Quickening”, as an act of revenge against the art of competent film-making.

But if I were to give credit where it’s due, Matthews, who finds himself willingly becoming even more disconnected from actual Reality as we collectively all perceive it, does fulfill his role as an obedient lap-dog of the conspiracy-fueled GQP, by disseminating their lunacy as if it were manna for morons:

I always do so enjoy how people who consistently can’t spell the basic word “you’re’, suddenly become a cross between Johann Von Schonenberg and Stephen Hawking, when their quasi-Christianity is melded with an aspect of Anosognosia. As my brain works the way that Nature intended it to, I’m not entirely sure how the installation of the Antichrist on earth is supposed to work, but I can think of far better candidates for the job than Joe Biden, and not too surprisingly, most of my picks are Republicans.

Not out of any form of political bias mind you, it just seems like they’d be the best group to recruit from, if you needed experienced people to manage an odious empire built on a foundation of lies and human suffering. The amalgamation of quasi-Christianity with sheer delusion, is almost a standardized trademark so far as the Conservative movement is concerned, but as it is with all things virulently toxic, this inability to grasp actual Reality, lends itself quite usefully to the act of placing stock in that which is obviously insane:

Goddamnit, why am I always the last person to find out about the cool stuff? Especially when it’s far too late for me to take advantage of it? I mean… here I am, with a perfectly good list of need-to-be-murdered candidates, and the perfect cover for doing so, passes me by without so much as a word. That’s just plain rude, no matter how you look at it.

Sigh. I guess now that the opportune moment has passed, I’ll never be able to test out my theorem of just how far Kevin Sorbo might fly when I, using nothing save for the services of a rocket-powered trebuchet, launch him into the stratosphere located just slightly over the Grand Canyon. You know, as a tribute to both the late Evel Knievel, and the principles of unwilling aerodynamics?

Once again, I do so enjoy people who despite their not having cracked open a book since high school, have still managed somehow, to weave together the gossamer-like threads of a conspiracy so Machiavellian in its inception, that even the fictional nemesis of Sherlock Holmes, Professor James Moriarty, would require no less than a String Theory Codex to make sense of it.

Given the postings above, it’s disturbingly transparent Matthews’ repeatedly expressed delusions may necessitate at some immediate point in the hopefully near future, that a competent mental-health professional takes some form of targeted interest in them, to say the very least. But Matthews, being the truly unencumbered by Logic free-thinker that he is, has other options in so-called mind. Namely, internet quizzes.

For those of you who may not be in the know, I’m referring to those uncontestable online “What (blank) are you?” self-help questionnaires, that despite their status as once being the sole province of one-wang-Willamina’s-from-Wichita, now serve as the Sages that help guide the voices in Matthew’s otherwise empty head:

Russell “saw the Whale”. Therefore, he is “impossible to manipulate”.

Or so says this meme, which call me crazy, doesn’t really seem like it would meet even the lowest standards applied of a true psychological test. That is, save for the one that seeks out those afflicted with the Barnum Effect, which is a phenomenon wherein occurs individuals believe that (so-called) personality descriptions apply specifically to them and them alone, despite the datum that said portrayal is actually filled with information that equally applies to all.

So, all that stuff he posted regarding suggested racism, insane conspiracy theories, and the suggestion that Joe Biden is affiliated with the Antichrist, that you just witnessed with your own eyes? Well, you’ll just have to discount all of that, because Russell has definitive proof via an illustrated whale, that he can’t be manipulated  by anyone.

Save for the mango-tinted genius he salivates over of course, who bragged in a 2021 interview with Fox News medical analyst Marc K Siegel, that not only did he “ace” his Montreal Cognitive Assessment, a test that starts with the question; ‘is this an elephant?’, but he also repeated the words, “Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV” in correct order as well, and to the “amazement” of the doctors in attendance.

According to (and nobody else) Trump, “they” said “nobody gets it in order, it’s actually not that easy. But for me it was easy. And that’s not an easy question”, with such an air of supreme overconfidence, that one might have thought that he had memorized all of his kids’ names instead. And that even includes Eric.

He then claimed this stunned throng then asked of him; “That’s amazing. How did you do that?”  Trump’s response was characteristically humble: ‘I do it because I have like a good memory? Because I’m cognitively there.’”

Sure, you are, Donny. Just like I am now, standing here in Milla Jovovich’s bedroom, patiently waiting for our weekly whipped-cream massage session to start. The test in question that our former toddler-in chief was gushing about, is an exam given to people who are in the early stages of dementia, as a means to determine just how far they may have mentally declined.

An actual cognitive test, BTW, is far more detailed, takes quite a bit more time than the ½ hour Trump noted for his, and is actually undertaken with the direct assistance of specifically trained experts in the field. Medical professionals that down the road, Matthews will have more than a passing association with as the spoiled cabbage that currently masquerades as his brain, continues on its path to inevitable deterioration.

Evidential proof of my assessment for the future, is borne out by this last “thought” of his, wherein he sets the record straight for all, by offering up this dripping with clueless irony observational take that;

Yes, Russell. Democrats do lie on TV. As do Libertarians, Anarchists, Mercenaries, Newscasters, and lastly, Republicans as well. However, Democrats aren’t the ones pushing fantastical conspiracies as Gospel, Racism and Misogyny as principal values, and unmitigated treason as a form of acceptable counter-protest.

And I might add, we also don’t take our marching orders from a traitorous Oompa-Loompa either, so when it comes to debating the issue of political ignorance, maybe your certifiably so ass, should just sit this one out.

However, at one point in the back-and-forth interaction between Matthews and myself, I did have the glimmer of hope that he had indeed come back around to the world of logical reasoning, but as it turned out, the popping noise that I thought was him pulling his head out of his ass, turned out to be yet another one of his brain-cells offing itself with severe prejudice, rather than face the indignity of processing yet another asinine assertion of his.

Moving on, while the world of online political partisanship does have more than its fair share of outright loons, such as the ones that I’ve already shared with you, the majority of the party faithful that comprise the centralized core of the Alt-Wrong creed, are at best, just your average intellectually-cucked bargain-basement morons.

For instance, take into consideration this shining example of an asinine kindergarten-level taunt made flesh, the babbling bouillabaisse of humanity, that is Shawn Michael Gibbons of Massillon, Ohio:

Shawn, seen here seriously contemplating if the ensemble he’s wearing is too formal for his local Waffle House, is in his late forties, a proud father of three, and given this truck-based selfie, a descendant of a family tree that I can only assume must be a Palm, because it’s been alleged that.it has no branches, and that all the interrelated family members, are fronds with benefits.

That’s obviously a tasteless joke of course, as I have no idea what the actual lineage of Gibbons truly is, but it’s also as equally clear via this missive sent to me via FB Messenger, that a wordsmith, he is not:

I tells ya’, there’s nothing like finally finding out for certain, exactly just what happened to that kid in your homeroom class who was impossible to underestimate. Given the fact that Gibbons would be out of his depth in a parking lot puddle, I guess I can’t really fault him for being as useful as a chocolate teapot, when it comes to representing the best that the Alt-Wrong ideology has to offer us all.

To be fair, Gibbons did spell the word “you’re” correctly, in a refreshing change of pace for those of us who consistently deal with the members of a cult that appear to be functionally illiterate, but answer me this, if you will: why is it, that these Conservative cucks always come off as if they only have two brain cells left, and both are fighting to secure the rank of being in third place?

Granted, being able to hide your own Easter eggs does have some benefits, but Gibbons isn’t that particularly interesting enough to expound upon at any measurable length, as he’s just a sampling of the demographical intellect level one should expect from the petri dish that’s fermented both inanity and insurrection into not only a means of self-identification, but a political ideology, as well.

Sadly, Gibbons here, made the miscalculation of (pathetically) launching an attack in defense of another of his brain-dead brethren, from within what he thought was the relative anonymity of the very internet itself. However, when it was made patently clear to him that he wasn’t hidden half as well as he thought he was, he hastily retreated back under his rock, in the manner of the weak-ass bitch that he erroneously believed that he could slur me as.

Newsflash, Shawn? I’m the “Artbitch”, not the Shawnbitch”, but thanks for playing, nevertheless.

So, who was it that Gibbons endeavored (and failed) to protect from the interest of yours truly? Well, that would be Lloyd Morton Sr, a gentlemen form the township of North Lawrence, Ohio, who in my opinion, proves yet again the maxim that if you build it, they will come. Unfortunately for us as the progressive society we want to be, the only thing that Morton has ever built, is a monument to mental mediocrity whose very walls were built out of unsold MyPillows and Trump steaks.  

And as it always seems to be with all persons Conservative, Lloyd, like the majority of his fellow “I’m not in a cult” declaring cultists, just can’t help but show us all who they really are, and that, pretty early on:Conservative “humor”, wherein the slandering of Women, Muslims, and Minorities, can all be successfully accomplished in one go. The ultimate of hat-tricks Nevertheless, I don’t want to paint Morten as harboring any of the stereotypical racist tendencies so prevalent in today’s GOP, on any level, as that might be considered by some, to be no more than an act of somewhat self-righteous overstepping.

However, when he’s already doing a far better job of it than I ever could, why would I interrupt him in doing so?

Dear mythical God, you can literally feel the cringe of this, regardless of your current location, can you not? If you’ve ever wondered why there are no truly successful conservative-leaning comedians, here’s your answer. While it is true that most comedy comes from pain, it’s also true that the humor therein, comes from one’s experiencing it, rather than inflicting it upon others.

Every time I read something this stupid, I ‘ve had to give serious pause as to how it is that these f**king morons haven’t attempted to reheat pizza in their bathtubs with a plugged-in toaster. While I do understand the valid concerns in regards to having what appears to be an unsecured border, I’m also a realist in the sense that terrorists aren’t going to walk across a desert, when they can just as easily, fly coach into JFK or LAX.

I know this may come as a shock to Morton’s bigoted sensibilities, but anyone who straps on a backpack and then walks several thousand miles to come to a country that they’ve only heard about, does so willingly. This assertion of mine I feel, is best expressed in the powerfully disturbing poem “Home”, authored by the Kenyan-born British-Somali poet Warsan Shire:

“No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.

You only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well. Your neighbours running faster than you, the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body, you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.

No one would leave home unless home chased you, fire under feet, hot blood in your belly. It’s not something you ever thought about doing, and so when you did – you carried the anthem under your breath, waiting until the airport toilet to tear up the passport and swallow, each mouthful of paper making it clear that you would not be going back.

You have to understand, no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land. Who would choose to spend days and nights in the stomach of a truck unless the miles traveled meant something more than journey.

No one would choose to crawl under fences, be beaten until your shadow leaves you, raped, then drowned, forced to the bottom of the boat because you are darker, be sold, starved, shot at the border like a sick animal, be pitied, lose your name, lose your family, make a refugee camp a home for a year or two or ten, stripped and searched, find prison everywhere and if you survive and you are greeted on the other side with “go home blacks”, “refugees dirty immigrants”, “asylum seekers sucking our country dry of milk”, dark, with their hands out smell strange, savage – look what they’ve done to their own countries, what will they do to ours?

The dirty looks in the street softer than a limb torn off, the indignity of everyday life more tender than fourteen men who look like your father, between your legs, insults easier to swallow than rubble, than your child’s body in pieces – for now, forget about pride your survival is more important.

I want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark. Home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home. Unless home chased you to the shore. Unless home tells you to leave what you could not behind, even if it was human.

No one leaves home until home is a damp voice in your ear saying; “leave, run now, i don’t know what I’ve become.”

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If after reading this, you still feel that the reality of the choices that immigrants fleeing their homes must face, is appropriate fodder for the opportunity that Morton crudely seized to showcase both his stunning ignorance, if not his disdain for Humanity in general, then like he, I strongly advise you to go f**k yourself.

For those of us with actually functioning souls, “Home” speaks of horrifying challenges, but whereas Morton and the others in his cabal of cuckolded Caucasians is concerned, such parameters are nothing more than smug silage for insensitive intolerance. But don’t worry, Lloyd- I still think you’re awesome, nevertheless.

Just kidding.

But maybe, just maybe, I am being a tad too harsh here, for Lloyd isn’t completely clueless as to what’s going on around him in regards to the interwoven issues this country has always had with its insidious undercurrent of ever-simmering bigotry- in fact, he’s actually seeing a positive aspect within it all:  

For the love of mythical Christ, I’m actually starting to form the belief that Lloyd may be the type of person who can not only easily put both of his feet in his mouth at the same time, but that he can do so all the way up to his thighs. I say this, due to the fact that even as this post presents itself as a non-racist declaration of hopeful optimism, three’s still a dusting of bigotry sprinkled throughout it, nonetheless.

To note; first there’s his observation that he sees babies of mixed-race “exclusively” with the White parent or grandparents, thereby subtly implying that the non-White progenitor isn’t part of the involved family dynamic. This just so happens to be a favorite trope of Conservatives, ever since the legality of mixed-race marriage.in all 50 states, was certified by the Supreme Court back in 1967, via the conduit that was Loving vs Virginia.

Adding some allegorical weight to my acidic oversight, there’s the mentioning of his previously “rural” area now undergoing an unforeseen influx of “urban” [IE: non-white] influence in the form of mixed-race progeny, and therefore “it”, [IE: racism] must certainly be on its last legs. Just ignore the fact that Morton not only openly wondered why such offspring are “branded” as Black, he then goes on to suggest that they’re being so, is nothing less than an amoral plot to increase “racism numbers”, whatever in the f**k that’s supposed to mean.

Seriously, does Morton think that there’s some sort of governmental quota that needs to be fulfilled using the birthrate of interracial scions as its base? And as for the “media’s obsession with race” Lloyd, the fact that it’s finally paying attention now to the previously verboten issue of racial disparity in this country, isn’t a fixation- its socially responsible journalism, trying to make sense of it all.

Nonetheless, the further insinuation that the as always anonymous “they” that Conservative are so fond of using as substitute boogeymen, being currently at work crafting a scheme so deceivingly nefarious that even Lloyd himself, is unable to present any credible evidence ascertaining its very existence, is truly my favorite part of this intellectually-challenged asininity, by far.

And as for his analogy that we are swiftly progressing as if we were a snowball rolling down the steepest of hills to becoming a truly colorblind society? I’ll agree with that, when I stop seeing stuff like this, via the race-obsessed media that he despises so much:

Well. This is awkward, given the fact that the media that’s seemingly obsessed with the issue of race, is the one Lloyd’s compatriots most certainly takes their political cues from, especially when it comes to non-issues such as this cravenly Conservative concoction:

Curiously, there already IS a National Anthem for African-Americans, and its origins go far further back than you might think. Written by James Wheldon Johnson in 1900, “Lift Every Voice and Sing”, was promoted by the NAACP in 1917 as being nothing less than the “Negro national anthem“.

Now to be fair, I had no idea that this was even a thing, until I took the time to discover this information for myself. Vexingly, despite using the services of Google to do so, the amount of time required to unearth this historically relevant factoid was quite formidable, as this screenshot clearly shows:

Seriously? 0.46 seconds? Does Google think that I have all day to just sit around and wait for the answer to a question that I shouldn’t have had to ask in the first place as it’s in regards to an imaginary issue, and therefore, NOT AN ACTUAL PROBLEM, UNLESS YOU’RE HARBORING SEVERELY BIGOTED TENDENCIES?

Weird that Morton has a problem with the lyrics of a spiritual hymn that’s been around since the turn of the last century, but possesses zero issue with the Presidential mango-man-child who couldn’t remember the words to the anthem of the country he was, [at that time] currently in charge of. I’m sure that such a position is based on merit, and not a quirk of melanin, given his above declarations, am I right?

For those of you unfamiliar with this hymn as I previously was, here it is in full:

“Lift every voice and sing  
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us. 
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died; 
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past, 
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,  
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might 
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand, 
May we forever stand. 
True to our God,
True to our native land.”
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Catchy, this song is not. Visually however, I’d suggest that it’s right up there with Blue Oyster Cult’s “Veteran of the Psychic Wars”, even if that song does just so happen to have the far better bass line betwixt the two. And much like that seminal classic, White people have nothing to fear from “Lift” in general, much less the non-existent threat of it ever being able to replace the National Anthem.

I for one, can’t imagine what it must be like to wake up every morning secure within the safety of my home, and yet; paranoically view the world entire as an entity that is far more dangerous, than eminently fascinating.

Are there truly horrific things out there to be found, lurking both in the shadows and the light? Certainly, yes. But if I ever get to the point in my life where I envision all that is around me as either an imminent danger or a malevolent machination, promise me that you’ll tie an engine block to my feet, and take me for my first, and hopefully last, lesson in sky-diving.

Interestingly, despite the mistrustful take that he shared above, Morton, unlike a majority of the paradoxically brain-dead bloviators that I write about, seems to be relatively free of the corrupting effects of conspiracy theories, overall. However, that doesn’t mean that he still won’6t dip his toes in the pond of the pea-brained, from time to time:

Isn’t it amazing, that regardless of whatever topic is being discussed, there’s always one clod of Conservatism, who thinks that by using nothing save for the dark of the Interweb and the ever-screaming voices residing within their head, that somehow, they alone, figured “it” all out? Sure, they never have any actual proof for their theorems, such as, witnesses, corroborating evidence, or even a coherent narrative to explain any of it, but rest assured, they know what’s up… as do I:

Truly, it is such a shame that the inherent talents of such brilliant sages have been relegated to the back of the allegorical bus, when its so clearly obvious that they possess knowledge far beyond the reach of the so-called actual experts. If only world governments could willingly put their fates in the hands of people such as Patti and Lloyd, this space-rock would find itself tuned up in a week. A month, tops.

But Morton’s near-miss MENSA IQ isn’t just content to sit on the laurels of fantastically spun tales regarding spy balloons, alleged presidential betrayal, and for some strange reason, the abominable events of 9-11, he’s got other far more relevant issues to tackle.

Say, such as the “lie” that Trump and Russia were in bed together, excluding of course, the fact that thanks to the Mueller investigation, the commentary of Trump’s own sons, and the business records of the Trump Organization itself, such a blasphemous rumor was actually credibly verified to have a stronghold within that which is actuality:

Sigh. It’s one thing to hold an opinion, misinformed as it may be, but it’s quite another, to petulantly assert its singular validity, when you’re unable or incomprehensibly unwilling, to provide the evidence that underpins its alleged credibility to begin with. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. If you’re right, you’re right. But neither state can be solidly established, if and when, only one side shows up to the gun-fight, prepared.

In fact, Morton pulls this claim-and-run move quite a lot, but as someone who has a history of long-term interactions with those of a conservative bent, I can assure you that it’s a spurious gambit that more often than not, gets employed in lieu of an evidential presentation. Case in point, this back-and-forth sparring, regarding what Morton claimed were acts of antisemitism allegedly perpetrated by AOC and “The Squad”.

A dubious assessment that Morton BTW, never bothered to back up in any way, shape or form, despite my charity in giving him multiple opportunities to do just that:  

Unsurprisingly, Morton blocked me after this exchange, but not before I acquired a small collection centered around his equally ignorant squawking. Take for instance, this bon mot concerning President’s Biden SOTU speech, and as you may have guessed, Lloyd’s take on it, is well… let’s just call it “unique”, and leave it at that:

Let’s take a clinical overview of this, if we may. As is typical of conservative critiques, there’s no actual quantifier as to what the “lies” are or were, no counter-argument relating to the specific issue/s that are supposedly concerning, and interestingly, absolutely no mention whatsoever of this White Supremacy Muppet, acting like the classless dumbass that she most certainly is:

In regards to Lloyd’s omission of addressing the wretchedness of this embarrassingly screeching antisemitic shitgibbon, I’ll just have to assume that was an accidentally deliberate oversight on his part, and assign him the grace that he deserves in relation to it.

As for his erroneous observation that his side scared a “win” of any sort with the idea of Biden possibly running again, all I can say to that is the following: given both the abominable candidate pool that his party has to draw from, and the fact that the GOP infighting is rapidly approaching its worst apogee in decades, the real entertainment and eventual challenge will be watching the Alt-Wrong tear itself apart over whose cult leader is a better wannabe fascist.

Speaking of ignoring the obvious, Morton is also a big fan of pushing paranoid narratives, that to anyone with a working intellect, strike as blatantly false. Fortunately, whereas Lloyd’s focus is concerned, it isn’t on the stereotypical slurring of the LGBTQ Community as “groomers”, so I guess that’s a point of character awarded to him, but it’s just as uninformed in its arrogance as that particular conservative go-to.

So, what is the issue that Morton feels is of major concern to Americans in general? Naturally there are several, some of which are quite valid, but whereas Lloyd is concerned, the issue of “Semantics”, in relation to correctly defining the weapons currently massacring both innocent victims in public spaces as well as entire classrooms full of children alike, is a topic that he’s truly impassioned about:

This is one of those things that I find highly vexing about Conservatives in general- the fact that they can never grasp the reality that we as a nation, can efficiently tackle more than one issue at the same time. It does not have to be a “this or that” situation, unless we deliberately craft it that way. Shockingly Lloyd, not only can new take on the challenge of ending the illicit drug trade (a good point BTW), we can also approach the pandemic of gun violence in tandem, to boot.

But for Morton, such crystalline clarity is apparently beyond the reach of his limited intellect, and while he isn’t technically wrong about the scourge of drug addiction and the carnage resultant of its aftereffects, he’s still quote off the mark in relation to what an “assault weapon” is. A point that I was more than happy to address:

However, as is his niche, Lloyd not only missed the obvious point that I was making entirely, but in a plot twist that I can honestly say I didn’t see coming, added in a hilariously braggadocious valuation regarding his own self-supposed armed interaction skillset, as well. An assessment that given Morton’s current age of 74, would have made even John Wick wince at its optimistically deluded naivety

Let me sate this as clearly as I can. If my imminent survival ever comes down to being dependent on the alleged urban combat skills of a dimwitted demagogue who, despite not believing in the verifiable reality of legal definitions, still thinks that he can best a dedicated gunman (or gunmen) most likely half his age, as if he’s a septuagenarian Steven Seagal, do me a favor: switch off the lights, lock the doors, turn over the “open” sign, and just go home. Because at that point, the Republic has clearly fallen, and it’s probably for the best.

Take heart through, my wannabe Rambo’s, because Lloyd wasn’t giving up on his fantastical fever-dream of being a Suburban Commando quite just yet, and once again, threw in yet another piece of bolstering re-bar to buttress my often-validated point-of-view that some people shouldn’t be allowed to own a Super-Soaker, much less an assault rifle:  

So, to recap, Captain Oblivious here not only maintains that he’s totally up for the task of taking on what has now become a squad of gunmen in his local Walmart, because that’s how mass shooting incidents now apparently unfold these days, he’s also of the mindset that the previously working laws that were put in place to keep guns out of the hands of such people, are also redundant.

To quote Morton directly; “Laws do nothing! It is swift and severe pun9shment including the death penalty that saves lives.” And yet, while said criminals won’t respect or be even remotely deterred by a magazine law, they’ll somehow be simultaneously intimidated by the possible future application of the death penalty, as administered by the same judicial arm whose gun laws didn’t work to dissuade them from committing the heinous act of mass murder in the first place?

Yeah… that totally makes sense. In retort, all I can say to Lloyd regarding that, is this:

And just in case you missed it, was Lloyd’s assertion that he can manufacture a 60-round clip in his home in an “hour or so”, supposed to strengthen his implied argument that only a good guy with a gun can stop a bad guy (or in Lloyd’s fantasy, “5 or 6”) with a gun, but only if all of the proven laws that have previously kept same said bad guys from getting the guns in the first place, are wholly abolished?

Sadly, this it does not, but it does provide the reassurance that out there in the vanilla mecca that is Morton’s hometown of North Lawrence, OH, there still exists an over-the-hill guntard, who thinks that he requires no less than a threescore of ammunition to provide him the necessary fortitude to go pick up his dry-cleaning, on the off-chance that a “Red Dawn” situation randomly occurs, so I guess that’s a plus.

Now, as you may remember, I did ask Morton no less than twice as to why if criminals don’t follow the law, they why would they fear the retributive aspect of “swift and severe pun9shment including the death penalty”, but as previously described, Morton won’t ever provide a counter-argument when he can just as easily cravenly deflect, as he does here.

Once again, Morton sidesteps the actual issue being discussed, as well as the actual question being asked, but this time, he even brought along a friend to help, the aforementioned Russell Ward Matthews, and in consequence, awkwardly certifies that both he and Matthews are f**king morons, as he does so.

As I am forced to reiterate the point that was already clearly established not by myself but the law-enforcement-abiding entities of this land, the definition of an assault weapon is not, “Anything that you can use to kill people”, as Lloyd so ignorantly and persistently claims.

Under the current popular (as well as legal) definition, an “assault weapon” SPECIFICALLY refers to a semi-automatic gun intended for military use and which possess a rapid rate of fire and high muzzle velocity. Given the consideration that when paired with the efficiency of a large-capacity (15+ rounds) magazine, which allows said rate of fire without needing to reload, the carnage that one of these weapons placed in the hands of the deranged can cause, is a terrifying thought.

No private citizen needs or requires one of these weapons, and that observation is doubled down on, whereas a guy who thinks that the possession of 60 rounds in a public setting “just because”, is something that should be normalized.

To correct Morton’s as usual, ignorantly paranoid misinterpretation of how gun laws actually are implemented and governed, I’d note that gun laws affect law-abiding citizens very much in the same way that laws regarding drunk drivers, affect the ones who are sober. But in a move dripping with the lowliest of backpedaling, Lloyd who claimed that “Laws don’t work”, now implies that they do. Except of course, where and when Guns are concerned, because… um… “reasons”, I guess?

This sort of mental disconnection from established reality that’s being so proudly displayed right here, boys and girls, is why you’re supposed to use gun oil for its intended purpose only, and not as a seriously contending back-up for when your stereotypical choice of masturbatory lubricant, is unavailable.

Now, if I myself were to cosplay as a stereotypical Leftist, I might caustically suggest that Morton’s and Matthews deeply flawed perception of logical gun governance is seemingly akin to an act pf allegorical castration, due to their possibly warranted dread that they’re both packing less than impressive spawn-hammers, but I’m going to take the high road here, and propose the theorem that what it really comes down to, is a mutual in tandem fear of the unknown and unfamiliar.

In essence, their world is changing for the better of the commonality, and they have no ability to ride this cultural shift without submitting to the feeling that they’re under a veil of constant attack. Hence their personal requirement that they need to be locked, stocked and ready to rock, as if they’re part of the Gravy Seals, every time they leave their cravenly citadels to go get their mail or a cup of overpriced coffee.

However, I do love the part where Matthews arrogantly snarks about Democrats thinking
 “that they’re more intelligent” than Conservatives, as he then goes on to state that he does enjoy “messing” with them, as if he’s a 12-year-old girl getting even with a nefarious adversary.

Now to be fair, Matthews does have that constitutional right, but let us also not forget for the sake of the argument that he made, that this conspiracy-posting wackadoo, apparently considered the following meme as being the best benchmark that he could set for proving that the intellectualism of his party he so embarrassingly represents, is on par with the asinine acumen of their mango-man-child figurehead:Well, if this isn’t the quintessential example of Conservative intellectual prowess at its finest, then I truly don’t know what is. Shocking that a guy who so proudly displayed his ignorance concerning the issues of race relations, partisan political manipulation, and a rampant health crisis, would also exhibit the abominable fever-dreams that one might associate with the most virulent of misogynists, as well.  

I should have, now that I think of it, shared my belief that if only his mother had chosen to swallow, none of us would have to listen to the partisan pre-ejaculate that drips ever so consistently out of the ignorant maw that Matthews utilizes as his mouth. Irony, I guess.

Getting back on track, Morton displayed his inability to understand that which was clearly explained to him, by questioning “my” definition of what the term “assault weapon” meant, because as we all sadly know by now, dumbf**ks are gonna dumbf**k, no matter how easy you make it for them not to do so:

However, Morton, resplendent in in his role as an honorary village idiot, was not going to be deterred by such minor trivialities as the verified determinations that are both known if not obvious to those of us with functioning intellects, and mythical God love him, he wasn’t going down without further embarrassing himself first:

Sigh… this is one of those rare times where I start to seriously think that the only way that an idea can be forced into someone’s otherwise empty head, is with the use of either a tire iron, or the musical song-smithing of adorable hand puppets. Here’s the thing: I knew that I’m writing out my responses in the mother tongue that Morton is obviously fluent in, and yet, it still feels as if I’m talking to a wall…

… albeit a dumber than dirt, paranoiac as f**k, and willingly misinformed wall to be sure, but I digress.

It’s long been the prerogative of the Alt-Wrong membership to ply a variety of different gambits to avoid finding themselves trapped within an allegorical box that most of the time they crafted, but this one that Lloyd is using here, is possibly the most infuriating, in particular. I don’t consider myself to be any smarter than the next Snark in line, but JFC, I usually get the overall gist of an explanation the first time round.

But as if he were a mentally-bereft Mandalorian walking his chosen path…… Morton just couldn’t step out of the way of his willful ignorance long enough for the blatantly obvious point that I had repeatedly explained in detail, to work its way into his seemingly addled brain, and accomplish its dark magic unfettered, and unchallenged:

Sadly, while my query remains unanswered due to his blocking me almost immediately after my posting of a fair (if exasperated) question, I’m fairly confident that I already well know what that rejoinder would have been, if Morton had possessed the ability if not the integrity, to be honest in concern to what I had asked. And in a delightful twist, it’s really not in any way, shape or form, a conclusion that was difficult to reach.

Quite simply, modern-day Conservatives cannot grasp what the rest of us easily accept as verified Reality, not because it refuses to bend to their whims, be they practical or maniacal, but for the fact that the end result of their efforts remains the same, as if it were the march of unalterable Time itself. Regardless of what they do, say, or try, they’re seemingly on the wrong side of History, more often than not.

And whether they want to admit it or not, because they are keenly aware of what they truly have come to represent to us all. it just burns them something fierce, to never be the hero of their own self-created inane Iliad.

Can you just imagine? Being on the wrong side of Civil Rights. Being on the wrong side of Women’s body autonomy. Being on the wrong side of Science, Health, and Logic. Being on the wrong side of Humanity, Charity, and Compassion. Being on the wrong side of Christ. And on purpose, no less.

And lastly, being on the wrong side of Personal Freedom, Patriotism, and Hope.

One of the things that I have always found interesting in regards to this association of partisan pinheads, is the wide range of mental instability that forms its nattering nucleus. By way of odious example, there’s the troubling disconnection from verified reality as previously expressed above by Debbie Nowicki Harshbarger, the mid-level range of paranoid fantasy granted us by Russell Ward Matthews, and finally, the common clay circumvention of logicality, as displayed by Morton.

I won’t speak for you of course, but if I consistently discovered that my opinions, beliefs, and core values were warmly embraced by White supremacists, conspiracy theorists, misogynists, supporters of outright treason and insurrection and the obviously insane, I’d like to think that I’d call out sick to work, take a long walk through the woods to ponder the future, and then when I’m done, make a few key life choice decisions, ASAP.

Such as say, not being associated with a political party that welcomes people like this, into its fold?Isn’t it strange, that the very same people who scream their heads off the ;loudest in regards to how their fellow citizens need to “respect” the American flag, have no qualms whatsoever with casting it aside, and replacing it with a symbol of overt racism ,and divisive sedition, whenever they want to inadvertently illustrate just how unamerican that they actually are?

However, what’s even better in my opinion, is when they apply their cluelessness to what may be the best part of this dimwitted demagoguery, that being their wardrobe showing support for their treasonous mango-man-child. And let us not forget, that no matter what we or credible reality may think, they’re definitely NOT in a cult:

See? NOT in a cult. Mainly, because cult members tend to dress way less disturbingly than whatever nightmare fuel avatar this just so happens to be presenting as. And I can only say how lucky this guy is that his lungs aren’t connected to his nose, because otherwise wearing that mask, would have been a pointless endeavor.

But fret not, for these two members of the Greatest Generation, are here to not only save the day by showing these whippersnappers how it’s supposed to be done, but to proudly represent their previously oppressed heritage as well, and it’s no less than truly inspiring:

Staying on theme, may I direct your gaze to this adorable group of female Trumpites, who, at first glance, appear to be nothing more than your garden-variety one-wang-Wilhelmina’s-from-Wichita acting out a scene from Girls Gone Mild, but if you look closer, you’ll notice that they’re resplendent in hoodies that look as if the KKK was now letting Hobby Lobby get all jiggy with their traditional late-night front lawn BBQ robes.

Just my opinion of course, but once seen, it cannot be unseen.

Speaking of which, here’s an example of a done at home icon desecration, wherein this twit took the shield of Captain America, a true patriot, and emblazoned it instead, with the name of a cravenly traitor.:

A man of such low and vile character, if I may be so bold to note him as such, that if he thought he could have gotten away with it, he not only would have sold Hitler all the Zyklon-B he could ever want, he would have done so right after he had muscled his way into assuming full control of the local glass window replacement market, the day after Kristallnacht.

At a highly unreasonable profit, of course.

This is not to say that I believe Trump to be akin to Hitler, as that’s an appallingly ignorant comparison to make, but I do get the feeling that if he had been part of the eventually selected jury pool at the Eichmann trial, he’d be giving daily interviews to the international media, complaining about how poor Adolf was getting railroaded [pun definitely intended\ by the ultimate in cancel culture.

American journalist (and Presbyterian minister) Christopher Lynn Hedges, once observed that; “All cults are personality cults. All cults are really extensions of whoever the cult leader is. So, whatever the prejudices, the worldview and the ideas of the cult leader are they will be chanted back at him by the crowd.

Until massive social and economic inequality as well as the betrayal of the country by the elite are confronted and remedied, this yearning for a cult leader will not go away. Desperate people are looking for somebody to save them.”

While this is an accurate assessment of the MAGA movement, it does raise a singular question: just what exactly, do these slack-brained disciple of dipsh***ery want to be “saved” from? Free thought? A Free Press? Accessible Healthcare? Living peacefully alongside Gays, Transpeople, African-Americans, Muslims, Atheists, and independent women with opinions?

Oh, the sheer horror of it all, am I right?

But Hedges did nail it, as MAGA is comprised of people who’ve collectively substituted rational thought for delusional fantasy, humanity for targeted hatred, and in the case of those who identify as Christian, they’ve either exchanged Christ for Trump, or at the very best, placed him on his level of accordance:

Jesus F**king Christ. Literally. And seriously? I understand that Jesus is allegedly full of forgiveness and all, but given that even Satan won’t return Trump’s phone calls, I can hardly believe that he’d even allow himself to be on the same planet with the guy, much less standing ready with him on the verge of celestial battle

And with John Wayne, no less.

But the faithful throng sees not this dysfunction as being anything other than the standardized norm, and carries forward their mediocre Messiah, emboldened by his glorified magnification of their racism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, and of course, their sense of fervently jingoistic White Christian Nationalism, that poorly masquerades as a fervent expression of belief in their Fuhrer.

Oops. Did I say “Fuhrer”? My bad. I meant to say: “His Holiness, the Mango-Tinted Twat”. My apologies.

Something about this image triggers a remembrance. I’m not sure what it reminds me of, to be 100% honest, but it does strike as vaguely familiar. Something prideful. Something arrogant. Something based on the same lackluster and hateful principles, but with a far more militaristic vibe.

Oh, wait, I got it! I just had to take my time, and be patient:

I am sincerely contrite for violating the sanctity of civilized debate set by Godwin’s Law, but in my limited defense, the precedent of Nazism is the closest thing that I, in my 54 years walking this ball of Granite and space dust, have ever witnessed to be a near comparable. While I still maintain that it’s repulsive to compare Trump to Hitler, their song and dance act is literally drawn from the same giftige quelle, nevertheless.

Once again, when your particularly personal ideology is warmly embraced by White supremacists, conspiracy theorists, misogynists, supporters of outright treason and insurrection and the obviously insane, I’d strongly suggest outright that you might just be on the wrong side of History, if not Humanity itself.

And yes, it really is that simple. Because for all of the Conservative babble concerning the nearly mythic of Leftists being the arbitrators of political valence within this country, a recent tabulation of such, says otherwise.

According to a study conducted by the Anti-Defamation League, ALL the extremist-related murders in 2022 were committed by right-wing extremists of various kinds, who as a rule, commit the majority of such killings, but the last time they were responsible for all, was back in 2012.

And while it is true that Left-wing extremists do participate in violent acts encompassing the gamut from beatings to politically-motivated arson, they rarely target their adversaries with specifically directed acts of personal violence, as the Alt-Wrong tends to do. This is not to say that the three lummoxes above, are cut from that predominately putrid cloth, but they most certainly applicable in the collective guilt-of weaving it.

In closing out this screed, may I remind you all of one thing: it’s been proven, and this, sadly more than once, that today’s reality-deficient American Conservative, can quite easily become tomorrow’s reason for the GQP to pointlessly offer yet again, their stereotypical “thoughts and prayers” as a faux salve to that which should have been prevented from fomenting in the first place.

And mark my words, the motivations of these persons, who if they ever had a clever thought, it would find itself dying alone and afraid, aren’t going away anytime soon. And even more disturbingly, their cumulatively destructive aftereffects of their ideological indoctrination may last for possibly decades, a point I’ve espoused before, and as you may have already assumed, at some considerable length,

It is me, after all. But never forget this below, is who [and what] these “True Americans and Patriots” really are:

Well. They seem… “spirted”, if not really nice and friendly, with their hearts obviously open to all.

And keep in mind, these images were snapped at a place where these mentally-obese Neanderthals should have been at their happiest; at a Trump rally, among their own kind, both intellectually and melanin-wise, wearing their MAGA best, waving their Chinese-made “TRUMP” banners, and stewing in their own hatred, wondering allied just when they could start lining the “Demonrats” up against the wall.in order to “protect” their kids, their schools, their mythical God, and most importantly, their real spiritual leader:

This guy. The sexual deviant who talked about wanting to “date” his daughter Ivanka. The creep who openly wondered in 1994 on the TV show “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous”, if his then ONE-YEAR-OLD daughter Tiffany, would grow up to have big breasts. You know, like any normal father would? That guy.

Furthermore, this self-admitted attacker of women, dismissed a credible accusation of rape by breezily saying; “She’s not my type”, which indicates rather disturbingly, that there’s not only a “type” that he would rape, he might do so, if given the prime opportunity. This opinion of mine, being based on his despicable assertion that; “when you’re famous, they just let you do it”. That guy.

The hateful, bigoted, narcissistic demagogue, whose personal incompetence overseeing a pandemic, led to the deaths of the citizenry he swore to protect. That guy. The fake university grafter who left behind a trail of bankrupted business carnage, unpaid loans, and used the power of the White House to promote his own business interests. That guy.

The dictator-praising, POW mocking, war-widow insulting, Gold Star Family slandering, American Flag dry-humping, draft dodger and donated Purple-Heart accepting bully, who could affront his supposed enemies be they real or imagined on Twitter or during a train-wreck press conference, but not to their actual faces. That guy.

The lie-spewing, twice-impeached, conspiracy-theory-promoting, cowardly traitor, who through the application of social media outreach, openly fomented an attempted insurrection when he was declared the loser of a fair and legal election, which led to one of the darkest days in American History. That guy.

And all of this abominableness, taking place shortly before he was caught orange-handed via an FBI raid, in illegal possession of classified documents, an embarrassing situation which he tried [and failed] to explain away by offering no less than five different stories regarding why this was. These are known in the trades by the way, as “blatantly transparent lies”. That guy.

As a country, we’re better than that guy, aren’t we?  I say this with supreme confidence, despite all of the seemingly empirical evidence that says otherwise. America has been tested since its inception, and it is certain that it will face duress yet again, but this treasonous piece of rancid offal and his red-hatted Vanilla Vanguard, will not be what we allow to finally breaks us.

Author Neil Gaiman once said in regards to the soul-crushing events of 9-11 that; “Everybody dies. Just as everything created is eventually destroyed. Then what’s the point of anything? The point? Walk the world. Help to feed the hungry, help comfort those in pain. Do what you can to leave the world a better place.”

In essence, don’t be “That Guy” And whenever possible, don’t allow others to turn into the same.,

“The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance; it is the illusion of knowledge.” – Daniel J. Boorstin