I remember being a kid, going on camping trips…we’d gather around the fire, make s’mores and tell scary stories. Maybe the 2018 equivalent would keep the campfire, but we’d read the news to each other and drink till we passed out and had nightmares about a giant orange Stay Puft Marshmallow Man knocking over the Statue of Liberty, and then dry-humping it.

Bodacious Bob Mueller certainly is keeping busy, isn’t be? We recently learned he’s investigating some of those shady-looking donations to Shartboy’s laughably under-attended inauguration party, which makes sense since we don’t know where the fucking money went.

The larger point is, Mueller is investigating EVERYTHING, you cheap crooks. He’s got your tax returns. He’s got your bank accounts. He knows who ordered the Code Red. He knows who shot J.R. Someday, he’s gonna figure why you never learned how to tie a necktie like a normal human being. The Bobadook is coming, Motherfucker.

Hey! Brooklyn Nine-Nine got picked up by NBC AND Ebola resurfaced in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, proving you can’t keep a good sitcom/organ-liquefying virus down! On the Ebola side of the equation, Government Cheese Goebbels keeps trying to cut the Ebola-fightin’ budget, and the Genocidal Mustache Symbiotically Attached to John Bolton’s Upper Lip eliminated the office headed by the nation’s leading biodefense honcho.

My working theory is that Drumpf and Bolton recently stayed up late, screening OUTBREAK while pounding cheeseburgers and Dr. Pepper, proclaiming the scenario depicted in the film to be “Totally rad, except for the part where one of the generals was a black guy.”

Speaking of Bolton and his Malevolent Murderous Mustache, Johnboy is now threatening our longstanding-n-loyal NATO allies with sanctions if they don’t play ball and violate the Iran deal in spite of Iranian compliance, like a certain Oozing Scrotum Tumor who shall remain nameless at this time.

Got that? The United States government is threatening its closest friends with sanctions should they refuse to follow our lawless lead. Vlad Putin saw that interview and went “Comrades. You must pinch me. Right now. As hard as you can. I simply do not believe we have been so fortunate, that our humble investment has born such spectacularly destructive fruit!” (Once satisfied that he was indeed awake, Putin had the pinching attendants put to death, lest he tarnish his carefully-cultivated weak-man’s-idea-of-strength image.)

Last year, the Motherfucking President of the Ever-Lovin’ United States of America responded to an act of murderous terrorism by white supremacists by labelling the perpetrators “very fine people.” The men entrusted with the power to conduct oversight of the executive branch, Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell, responded with a hearty, “Eh. Give us tax cuts and dirtbag federal judges, and we don’t give a flying fuck if you burn a cross in front of John Lewis’ office.”

And from that moment on, the bigots in our government knew they need know neither fear nor shame, so long as Ryan and McConnell held the reins of power. I bring this up here for two reasons.

First, to remind you all to VOTE IN THE GODDAMN MIDTERMS, and get everyone you know to vote in them, too.

Second, to introduce you to a sadly necessary new feature here on the blog, the Unashamedly Naked Racism Roundup:

Our star in the inaugural UNRR is Chief of Staff John Kelly, who’s such a workaday bigot it no longer even occurs to him to take off his hood for media interviews. As General Kelly demonstrated, nothing punctuates a lazy, half-hearted, attempt to find a bullshit excuse to justify your hateful war on immigrants quite like a casual “or whatever” when dismissing the fates of the hundreds of children torn from their families by your racist goon squad.

While we’re here, let’s note that the Shart House ran an event honoring military spouses, or just the white ladies anyway. Lord, it’s like Stephen Miller hand-picked the whole crowd. Like even 1980’s-style tokenism-with-a-heavy-dose-of-stereotyping would offend their Klansmen sensibilities. Fuck these shitty, shitty, people.

And in a final appalling act of Fuck You We’re Not Even Trying to Hide it Anymore, the Michigan GOP introduced a bill that literally exempts white Medicaid recipients from work requirements imposed on black ones.

That, my friends, is how emboldened the white supremacist Republican Party has become. A special Whites Only Safety Net. Would Flint still be without clean water if it weren’t majority African-American? That’s a dumb fucking question.

You may recall a few days ago when the National Rifle Association proved to be such a sad, unpopular, lawless, organization that they were unable to find anyone to preside over their More Murder, Please lobbying operations other than a disgraced criminal arms dealer. Well, Ollie North, who literally sold weapons to terrorists, says the REAL terrorists are the teenagers whose friends were gunned down by a maniac and found the experience so unpleasant they gave it a one-star Yelp review and decided to work for a world where maybe any lunatic can’t just walk into a store, effortlessly stock up on weapons of war, and then murder a whole bunch of human beings.

So, everybody knows Shart Garfunkel’s presidency has been light on accomplishments, beyond his I Sure Did Cut the Shit Out of My Own Taxes, Thanks for the Power, Suuuuuuuuckers! tax bill, and he likes to fill the void by…well, by making shit up. So when he took credit for giving the military their first pay raise in decade, extending his arms to collect the expected shower of roses he’d never have been able to catch anyway with his tiny, inadequate, hands, it was merely the latest example of an insecure wannabe tyrant demanding praise for something he had fuckall to do with.

IN FACT, military raises are determined by an existing formula, and Il Douche initially tried to shortchange our servicefolk by giving them a SMALLER raise than was mandated. The Treasury needs that money for golf vacations, Soldier Boy!

Rudy Giuliani continues his ongoing audition for some sort of Worst Lawyer Ever reality show that may or may not exist only in his head. (If it’s real though, I would watch that shit.) Now he’s saying Donnie Two-Scoops personally scrapped the AT&T/Time Warner merger, which is not the official story and seems in fact to be the core of AT&T’s legal case. You’re sort of amazed, that this famous, powerful, man could be this fucking stupid, until you remember he thought he could run for President without campaigning before the Florida primary.

Word is Rudy and Donnie huddle regularly for “strategy sessions,” which one must assume consist mainly of the former NYC mayor bludgeoning the President’s crotch with concrete blocks.

Giuliani also took a feeble a shot at Michael Avenatti, saying “I don’t get involved with pimps,” and America enjoyed a good sturdy gut laugh at the constantly-grifting, pussy-grabbing, traitor’s lawyer attempting to claim moral high ground.

Sarah Huckabee Slanders is MAD AS HELL that a member of her staff insulted an American war hero, no wait, excuse me, she’s pissy that it leaked to press when Kelly Sadler told a hilarious joke about cancer killing John McCain HAW HAW HAW. She’s not mad that a shallow, tacky, hateful, monstrous, idiot works for her, mind you. She’s mad that the world knows that a shallow, tacky, hateful, monstrous, idiot works for her.

Oh, and of course the shallow, tacky, hateful, monstrous, idiot will face no discipline whatsoever for being a shallow, tacky, hateful, monstrous idiot.

Now, it’s fucking hilarious (ALMOST AS HILARIOUS AS BRAIN CANCER HAW HAW HAW) that SHS’ meltdown over leaking…was immediately leaked. But somehow the Right Wing Victim Industrial Complex was out there spinning this garbage as some sort of violation of Sadler’s privacy, saying Sadler is the REAL victim here, because they decided a thousand miles back there wasn’t room on the wagon for Decency, and all they have left now is Whining.

(Quick little shout out to Axios, for gaslighting the gaslighters with a follow-up article asking leakers to leak to their top ten favorite things about leaking. Number 6 will have you in stitches!).

As if to demonstrate the insane difficulty I face running a political satire blog in these batshit cray-cray days, Tangerine Idi Amin, elected on the promise of bringing back America’s mining and manufacturing jobs despite having neither the plan nor the intention to do so, used the Electropneumatic Tweeting Machine to declare his newfound devotion to resurrecting lost jobs in…China?

Yes, the President of (let me double-check this real quick, this doesn’t seem right) the United States wants to help out a Chinese phone company suspected of espionage, which got into trouble in the first place for violating sanctions on Iran and North Korea. I dunno, “America First” must mean something different in those diners the political media always lurks around looking for Drumpf voters to interview.

Whelp. You in MAGA nation, if you’d ever bothered to flip your red ballcap over to check the “Made In” label, you’d have seen this coming.

The Mystery of Donnie Dotard and the Sudden Interest in Saving Chinese Jobs was quickly solved, as we learned the Chinese government had approved a cool 500 million dollars in loans to a resort project in Jakarta that benefits the ol’  Shart family business. These fucks are about as interested in hiding their corruption as their racism.

(And the chorus sings: THEY MADE JIMMY CARTER GIVE UP HIS PEANUT FARM.)

CBS reports the Shart Administration has ordered the television boxes at the Food and Drug Administration’s Center for Biologics Evaluation and Research to broadcast Fux Nooz and ONLY Fux Nooz! Perhaps it’s a deft strategic move designed to make it easier to induce vomiting among those who may’ve ingested toxic substances?

Betsy DeVos, who is unusually out-of-touch even amongst the group of Ridiculously Out-of-Touch Plutocrats Born Into Ridiculous Wealth, doesn’t generally like showing up for work (which is for peasants) but has somehow found the time to use her position to shield campus rapists, and now, for-profit colleges. Yes, the DeVostator has shut down a number of investigations into fraud by for-profit institutions, ODDLY while hiring many of their former employees as her personal aides.

Look, the POINT is, you could complain about being defrauded by a predatory for-profit college that never intended to deliver on its promises and was only interested in bleeding you dry, or you could think of how happy you’d be working the land for a benevolent overlord like Betsy who okay, would technically “own you like property” but would surely have a financial incentive to keep reasonably healthy until at least your late 40’s.

So, the lawyer representing the porn star suing the President for defamation released a photo of the President’s shady, criminally-connected lawyer with a wealthy Qatari official accused of attempting to bribe the administration. I swear to god, I got that from the news, not the back cover of a crappy paperback novel I found in a hair salon. Oh, and Ice Cube was there. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.

There’s a fun little piece in the Daily Beast about former Mike Flynn toady Ezra Cohen-Watnick trying to start up a little private espionage program within the NSC, in order to spy on his co-workers and root out those demonstrating insufficient loyalty to the Not-so-Great Pumpkin. It’s fun that old Stalinists are not only getting reincarnated, but finding their way to high-level jobs in the American government, isn’t it? This goon, booted from the NSC last year, is about to go to work for Jeff Sessions! Sleep tight!

Well, the Velveeta Vulgarian officially opened the relocated U.S. embassy in Jerusalem, a controversial move designed to placate the froth-n-spittle-coated base that wanted it for reasons they couldn’t possibly explain, the sad simple truth being it’s a cause dutifully parroted by sock puppet Congressdopes at the behest of powerful donors. I suppose a handful of the loonier types believe they just took a big step towards getting raptured up to spend eternity with Michele Bachmann in the Great Chik-fil-A in the sky, and who am I to stand between a maniac and his delusions?

The opening ceremony featured a prayer delivered by a bigoted “pastor” straight out of Mississippi Burning: the Musical, and – excuse me, it seems the Shart Administration actually felt the need to send TWO ass-backward HateYokels to speak at the event, just to eliminate any flickering illusion of decency. And Jared Kushner, to do the same for competence.

Oh, and the Israeli military killed dozens of protesters, including a number of children, which presented the Band of Bonehead Bigots in the executive branch with an opportunity to engage in their favorite pastime: demonizing Muslims.

We’ve known for a while now that Orange Julius Caesar disdains silly little things like “expertise,” believing the only true authority is bestowed by television ratings. Well now it turns out he and Sean Hannity talk every night, looking lustfully at the posters of Pol Pot adorning their bedroom walls, dreaming of all the shitty things they’ll do when they grow up.

With access to the finest minds and the greatest intelligence apparatus in human history, Fuck-O’s getting advice from Sean Frickin’ Hannity. We are all going to die.

The Failing New York Times says Team Shitgibbon Prime is feuding with Team Vice Shitgibbon over their dueling attempts to lead the festering pile of intestinal meat known as the Republican Party. If the Treasonous Grifters and Hairshirt-Clad Fanatics want to go to war, I say lock ‘em in a room full of hammers and let god* sort ‘em out.

To ease tensions, Mike Pants hired Documented Journalist Assaulter Corey Lewandowski to his super PAC, proving the wingnut welfare system is alive and well.

Scott Pruitt’s EPA tried to bury a report on chemical water contamination, and let me say it’s really quite refreshing to encounter a Pruitt scandal that isn’t about spending copious amounts of taxpayer money on himself. Maybe he can punch a reporter, or solicit an undercover cop next week, change shit up a little bit.

And spare a thought for the great Harry “Honey Badger” Reid, who is battling cancer. Harry’s one tough ol’ bastard, so cancer’s got a fight on its hands this time.  Harry used to box, y’know.

It never fucking stops, does it? While I would very much like to get off this ride now, I understand that is not an option, so instead I would very much like a beer or three. And while I don’t know quite how to restore sanity in my beloved country, at least I know where to go to procure beer. Tonight, it’ll have to do.

*In this case, Thor.