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NUMBER TWO

NUMBER TWO

Vice-President

Mike Pence is the Patron Saint of Mediocre White Dudes, and the Roman God of Failing Upwards.

A Democrat in his youth, Pence, like many men of limited intelligence, turned to religious conservatism for the convenience of being able to end arguments by claiming God shares his every fear and prejudice, while forgiving his every shortcoming, how convenient.

POMPEY THE NOT GREAT

POMPEY THE NOT GREAT

Secretary of State

Mike Pompeo is one of those performatively pious fake Christians who loves using his loudly-claimed-but-seldom-followed faith like a cudgel while ignoring every single word of the actual Bible, including “and” and “the.”

UNSEXY REXY

UNSEXY REXY

Secretary of State

Over the course of three decades, Rex Tillerson fucked, bribed, and murdered his way to the top of Exxon Mobil, like some sort of jowlsy Eva Peron.

BILIOUS BILL

BILIOUS BILL

Attorney General

William Barr actually taught me a valuable lesson. See, I didn’t look too closely at Bill when he was nominated to be Attorney General. After Jeff “Too Racist for the 80’s” Sessions and the masculine toilet guy, honestly, he looked like a nice, refreshing, safe, traditional Republican. An institutionalist who could bring a little much-needed stability.

And then he turned out to be a fascist, and one of the most dangerous enemies of democracy in American history. Whoops. My bad.

MNUCHBAG

MNUCHBAG

Secretary of the Treasury

Steve Mnuchin, like his namesake, the Noise You Make When You’re Dry Heaving After Getting Food Poisoning From Eating Truck Stop Gas Station Roller Hot Pockets on a Road Trip, is deeply unpleasant, and may result in the involuntary voiding of foul-smelling bodily fluids.

THE GENERALS

THE GENERALS

Secretary of Defense
Chief of Staff
National Security Advisor

Holy shit, there are Generals all over the place these days, aren’t there?

Retired General James Mattis serves as Secretary of Defense. Retired General John Kelly ran Homeland Security for a bit, before becoming the Lead Executive Branch Babysitter, excuse me, Chief of Staff. H.R. McMaster’s the National Security Advisor, and hell, he’s still on active duty.

OL’ BEAUREGARD The President's Loyal Huntin' Dawg

OL’ BEAUREGARD The President's Loyal Huntin' Dawg

Attorney General

Jefferson Beauregard Sessions, third generation of his family to carry the name of a Confedarate piece of trash and also a second Confederate piece of trash, is living his dream. As Velveeta Goebbels’ Attorney General, he’s turning back the clock to a time when women and minorities knew their place, and mediocre white dudes like himself got to run everything, even if they weren’t especially bright.

ZINKE BOOTZ

ZINKE BOOTZ

Ryan Zinke is like if the crappiest robot in Westworld escaped and jumped into conservative politics. He’s such a cartoon cowboy, I bet his right boot says “Andy” on the bottom.

WIL-BUR, THE GNOME KING

WIL-BUR, THE GNOME KING

Secretary of Commerce

When a witch’s curse transformed his master into a Beast and his fellow servants into household objects, Wilbur Ross became a decorative garden gnome. Unlike the rest of his compatriots, he ventured out into the world to make his fortune in the realm of shady international finance and money laundering, and when True Love’s Kiss lifted the curse, Wilbur was too far away for the enchantment to reverse, and thus he remains trapped in gnome form forever.

PLAGUEMASTER T

PLAGUEMASTER T

Secretary of Health and Human Services

If the Hippocratic Oath is binding in any sort of spiritual sense, Tom Price is royally fucked, y’all. There is some straight Dante shit awaitin’ him in the afterlife.

DOCTOR NAPTIME

DOCTOR NAPTIME

Secretary of Housing and Urban Development

Dr. Ben Carson is only in politics because he was rude President Obama to his face. At the 2013 National Prayer Breakfast, a traditionally non-political event, Dr. Ben, having been invited as the keynote speaker, decided to use his time to shit on the President and his policies.

THE DEVOSTATOR

THE DEVOSTATOR

Secretary of Education

Betsy DeVos is what happens when bored white ladies have enough money to really fuck shit up. Turns out, if you’re born rich and marry richer, you don’t have to settle for a book club, you can buy yourself a whole cabinet department!

SCOTTY 2 HAUGHTY

SCOTTY 2 HAUGHTY

Administrator of the EPA

Scott Pruitt, like a lot of boys his age, grew up watching Captain Planet cartoons. Unlike most boys his age, he decided that the various sludge-smog-and-toxic-waste-slinging villains were the role models for him.

Ok, fine. Pruitt is ten years too old to have grown up on Captain Planet, but fuck you, that’s a good opening paragraph. Make your own fucking website, you don’t like it.

PUBIS

PUBIS

Chief of Staff

Nobody wants to be Reince Priebus when they grow up. He’s just so immediately recognizable as a weaselly little tapeworm of a man, y’know?

Reince Priebus is the sort of person who would be played by Brad Dourif in a film.

DARTH WINO

DARTH WINO

Chief Strategist

Steve Bannon played Bob Ewell in a high school production of To Kill a Mockingbird, and liked it so much he decided to stay in the character for the rest of his life.

A self-described Leninist, and an outspoken populist*, Bannon wants to kidney-punch the administrative state, give it a wedgie, and steal its lunch money.

JAR-JAR

JAR-JAR

Senior Advisor/Son-in-Law

Jared Kushner was born on third base and thinks he invented baseball.

Jared’s dad, Charles Kushner, went to jail for tax evasion, illegal campaign donations, and, ahem, “witness tampering,” by which I mean he set his brother-in-law up with a hooker (not, I’m sad to report, of the Pissing Russian variety) and recorded their genital-smushing in order to blackmail him.

PRINCESS IVANKA

PRINCESS IVANKA

Daddy’s Little Girl

Ivanka Trump is what happens when you cross Gwyneth Paltrow with Mussolini’s dumbest, laziest aide-de-camp. Watching her try to sell her father’s fascism as some sort of pro-woman lifestyle brand, marketed in the sickliest imaginable shade of pink, has been one of the most bizarre subplots of this nightmare we can’t seem to pinch ourselves out of.

THE EMPRESS MALARIA

THE EMPRESS MALARIA

First Lady

So, while Melania Trump is perhaps not as shitty as many of the crooks, Nazis, and Nazi crooks who inhabit her dirtbag husband’s world, she manages to impressively shitty in her own right.

HEY, KELLYANNE!

HEY, KELLYANNE!

Senior Counsel

Hey, Kellyaaaaaaaaaaaanne!
Hey, Kellyaaaaaaaaaaaanne!

When you worked for Akin, things weren’t simple
Cuz he got caught on tape
With legitimate rape

4-HEDD THE SHITTY WHITE GUY FROM BEYOND THE STARS

4-HEDD THE SHITTY WHITE GUY FROM BEYOND THE STARS

Senior Advisor for Policy

Why is it always the shittiest imaginable white dudes who turn out to be white supremacists?

Stephen Miller, who started balding eleven seconds after his conception, has by all accounts been a sack of monkey shit pretty much every single minute of his life.

THE MOOCH

THE MOOCH

Director of Communications

Oh wow, this new Communications Director looks like a real character, huh?

Where to begin? Ok, Anthony Scaramucci first came to –

Wait, what? Really?

KKKRIS KKKOBACH

KKKRIS KKKOBACH

White Supremacist Multi-Tool

Kris Kobach is like the protagonist of the white supremacist version of one of those Disney movies where a kid learns to chase his dreams, no matter how big. The kid gets tired of the monotonous grind of burning crosses on just one lawn at a time, and dreams of burning a cross big enough for the whole dang country!

Maybe he has a talking/singing Confederate flag for a sidekick. Named “Bedford.”

“DOC” GORKA

“DOC” GORKA

Roving Freelance Fascist

As seen in the famed documentary RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK, when the Ark of the Covenant was opened on an uncharted island north of Crete, the burning light that issued thereof reduced the Nazi soldiers present to piles of ash and molten flesh. In time, the rains washed the fascist bio-goo into the island’s sewage system, where it mixed with the shit and piss and used tampons and such, and in time it congealed, took the shape of a man (albeit an unattractive one), slapped on a pair of glasses, and Sebastian Gorka was formed.

ATLAS CRAPPED

ATLAS CRAPPED

Speaker of the House

Paul Ryan was cloned from a single pubic hair plucked from Ayn Rand post-coitus and grown in a still in Charles Koch’s back yard.

YERTLE

YERTLE

Senate Majority Leader

Many years ago, Gamera was following the Grateful Dead on tour, and engaged in a brief-but-life-affirming affair with an Ohio River ‘gator that hung around Ma McConnell’s pig farm, picking off runts for sustenance. Nine months later, young Mitch emerged from a leathery egg, and devoured his fellow hatchlings, beginning his life-long love affair with hurting children.

THE CONCERN TROLL

THE CONCERN TROLL

Disapproving Doormat

Susan Collins is How It Happens Here, folks.

She’s supposed to be the rational centrist. The one who stands up to the increasingly-rabid gaggle of turd-spewing hyenas known as the Republican Party when they go too far. That’s whole point of Susan Collins. It’s the brand she’s been selling the people of Maine for years.

THE JACKETLESS JACKASS

THE JACKETLESS JACKASS

Hearing Disrupter

Anybody wondering if the GOP is still the party of Lincoln gets their answer whenever they take in James Daniel Jordan’s tension-racked, jacketless frame as he does his “indignant soccer dad demands to see a manager” routine during a committee hearing. Lincoln? That ship has sailed, caught fire, sunk, and been overrun by sea slugs and the ghosts of unusually shitty pirates. Sorry. 


SUPBAR CASH BROS

SUPBAR CASH BROS

Official Sponsors of American Fascism

Chuck and Davey Koch decided that popping out of a rich lady’s vagina gave them the right to reshape the world however they saw fit, hurting whoever they wanted to in the process, and since the fundamental driving impulse of your average Republican politician is to sell out to the highest bidder, they haven’t exactly been proven wrong.

Golly, You Sure Do Need a Lot of Synonyms For “Cowardice” To Blog About Republicans During Impeachment

Friday, February 12th, 2021

 

How’s everybody enjoying the new normal? It’s…slightly more relaxing, anyway. Slightly. Like, sure, we’re still clinging to a tiny slab of rock in the middle of a live volcano, but there’s tea now. And little triangle-shaped cucumber sandwiches. Quitcher bitchin’.

So, ok. We’re all trying to figure out how to move forward from four years of increasingly totalitarian misrule that ultimately culminated in an extremely stupid, yes, but also violent attempt by loser terrorists to overthrow the government on behalf of that fellow with the strange baby hands. Anyhoo, top of the ol’ to-do list would have to be, hey, what are we gonna do with this millions-strong hate mob that wants to murder the rest of us?

Well, if you’re a recently deposed conman/thug, looking to make up for the sudden disappearance of the Secret Service piss allowance from the family budget, the first thing you do is you BILK THEM RUBES ONE MORE TIME.

Like any self-respecting cult, the Children of the Candy Corn aren’t gonna let the MAGA rapture’s stubborn refusal to materialize dissuade them from their daffy belief system; while obviously January 6th failed to bring about the ascension of the Turd Emperor in all his skidmarked glory, surely that’s only because somebody made a rounding error someplace. Make perfect sense, really, since nobody involved is any good at math. Or anything, really.   

So some Q grand wizard vomited up a bowl of Alpha-Bits after a night of binge-drinking aftershave, and claimed that once they mixed with the wad of pubes in the corner of the Applebee’s men’s room he discovered the message that Assclown Easter is actually set for March 4th, no, for real this time, though keep the second week in June open, just in case, anyway, wear something tactical and slutty.

And then, and this is perhaps the DonaldTrumpiest thing ever, the skeezy old creep actually made time, during this period when he’s sinking into a pit of legal sewage right up to his pinched butthole mouth, to jack up the prices at his tacky-ass D.C. hotel around that date, lookin’ to bleed the bumpkins dry before they take another pass at killing people until he’s President again, I guess. And that’s the circle of life, Simba.

But yeah, we’re havin’ ourselves another impeachment trial, (hope you got your card punched, 10th one’s free!) which so many in the smug n’ cynical pundit class have sneeringly dismissed as political theatre. And ok, maybe it is, but you have to at least admire the innovations to the form. I mean, what does “political theatre” even look like when we disagree on the most basic contours of reality? It’s like Act I was by Arthur Miller, but after a piss and a smoke you sit back down and the curtain comes up on six naked people force-feeding pancakes to dachshunds and the program says it was written by a grad student who’s really into post-punk, Ionesco and libertarianism.

The House impeachment managers were just flat-out impressive as hell. And yeah, it helps to have such an open-and-shut, you’d-have-to-be-either-an-active-collaborator-or-completely-cowed-into-submission by-the-pitchfork-wielding-mob-your-party-became-on-your-watch-to-deny-this-shit case. But they did their damn homework. The argument was clear, thorough, incisive, and packaged in a narrative of righteous indignation, of an America nearly betrayed into tyranny, almost as if somebody asked Jimmy Stewart and Frank Capra what they thought of this shit.

They showed Mitt Romney just how close he came that day to making some new friends to talk about car elevators with, and also that he owes his life to a legit American hero, and how any Republican Senator can bear to exist in the same room as Officer Eugene Goodman without falling to the ground and begging his forgiveness escapes me.

Of course, you can lead a Republican to objective reality, but you can’t make him pull his head out of Donald Trump’s ass. From self-satisfied doodling to outright playing hooky, they’re essentially taunting us with their spinelessness, which is not the impressive look they believe it to be.

I’m almost cringing too hard to document all of the week’s Republican groveling. It’s like God shouted, “Siri, show me the most extreme depths of human cowardice” into His iPhone. If you print this out, be sure to use the most pisslike yellow ink you can find.

Of course, it’s not fair of me to expect courage from these people. Refusing to stand up to Donald Trump was a test you had to fail all over again every single day, and after four years, they’re little more than whipped dogs. We unlocked the fence and swung it wide open, but these docile pets are no longer even capable of survival on their own.

But for a few hours, anyway, they weren’t able to hide from the truth.

See, Donald Trump figured he could cling to power if only he could raise an army of shitsack white boy terrorists, and use them to kill you. And when this cornered-rat plan succeeded beyond his wildest dreams, he planted his ass in front of the television and cheered it on. He REFUSED TO SEND HELP BECAUSE HE WAS HOPING HIS MOB WOULD EXECUTE YOU.

That happened. To you. That’s a thing this man did to you. He tried to have you killed, as an acceptable and not remotely regretted side effect of his plan to seize power forever. So, he was trying to simultaneously end American democracy, and, again, MURDER YOU PERSONALLY. Every patriotic American has spent the last month trembling in fury at the obscenity of this putsch, lacking your personal stake in the matter and STILL you do his bidding, and sit obediently back on your haunches, waiting for a treat you know will never come.

And these clowns congratulate themselves on their clever little constitutionality copout, as though this communicates to anyone, left, right, or center, anything except I AM TOO TERRIFIED OF THE FORCES I’VE UNLEASHED TO EVEN THINK ABOUT DOING THE RIGHT THING PLEASE MOM I CAN’T GO TO SCHOOL TODAY THERE’S A TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEST. Marco Rubio think’s he’s actually fooling people with this shit, and it’s freakin’ adorable.

Utah’s Mike Lee suggested Tangerine Idi Amin deserves a “mulligan,” forgetting that his Kraven Koward Kaucus already burned their Get Out of Treason Free card on the Ukraine affair, and also that he was saying extremely stupid shit on live TV.

Lindsey Graham, unwilling as ever to be out-viled, not only attempted to blame Speaker Pelosi for the gaggle of Republican maniacs who sought her assassination, but even went one abhorrent step further, pointing his scumfuck finger at the very Capitol law enforcement officers that sustained 140 casualties laying their lives on the line to protect his treacherous, gaslighting ass.

…and Tommy Tuberville, well…look. I need a reporter to grill this man, on the record, to demonstrate to the world that he can tell the difference between his own ass and a hole in the ground. Simple pointing will do, but we have a right to know.

The defense has been…oof. In fairness, we’re talking about a team of Better Call Saul rejects that one apparently doesn’t contact until one has already blazed past Giuliani, Dershowitz, Powell and Lin Wood, but still…OOOOOOF. Their meth country clown show quickly became so embarrassing, Senators Graham, Cruz and Lee (you may recognize those three from their televised roles as “jurors in the trial”) sat ‘em down to spoon-feed ‘em the precise disingenuous horseshit they needed to regurgitate to help the GOP spin their imminent betrayal of oaths and whatnot. Drain that swamp, kids!

While acquittal seems certain in this environment, where half the jury shares a bunkhouse in his lower intestine, Gameshow Göring now faces a shiny new criminal investigation in Georgia, over the less-sensational-but-equally-seditious aspects of his coup attempt. Maybe he’ll wind up serving most of his life sentence in New York, but wintering in Reidsville.

Wealth may not trickle down, but y’know what does? BAT GUANO, drip drip dripping from the Velveeta Vulgarian’s carbuncled ass directly into every rank-and-file Republican brain until we’re stuck dealing with some sort of fecal grifter hive mind. Take Michigan Senate Majority Leader Mike Shirkey, proudly spreading widely-debunked conspiracy theories that the Capitol rioters were secret antifa ninjas who cleverly disguised themselves as Trump supporters, to sully the good name of the (checks notes) white supremacist death cult.

Taking a page from the Marjorie Taylor Greene playbook, Shirkey offered just enough of a feeble, half-assed apology to get the reporters off his back, and then promptly turned the bullshit fountain back up to 11. Expect to see that particular maneuver a lot in days to come.

I see the odious Josh Mandel is looking to ride Pumpkin Spice Pol Pot’s shitty, blood-strained, and yes, electorally humiliated coattails to a political comeback, launching his campaign for Rob Portman’s Senate seat with an invocation of the Dotard so sycophantic, Matt Gaetz was up all night shedding envious tears while ferociously journaling.

Evan McMullin got a bunch of his old friends, the handful of remaining Republicans possessing a teeny bit of residual humanity, together for a Zoom chat, to talk about maybe kinda sorta putting together a third party, where you can cut rich folks’ taxes and starve poor kids without the overtly fashy bits. Good luck, I guess.

On the other end of the right-wing spectrum, Frozen Fish Heir/Mouth of Sauron Tucker Carlson apparently finds it restricting to be confined to just one Big Lie. As he went about his nightly work, taking his eagerly brainwashed followers by the hand and leading them, step by step, ever further from reality, Liar Tuck dropped, with a ghastly casualness, a brand new, wildly insidious fabrication, that George Floyd died, not from Derek Chauvin’s knee on his neck, but of a drug overdose.

…because, why not, really? Everyone knows what Tucker Carlson is for: he’s there to tell frightened, angry white folks it’s okay to hate the people they want to hate. And if the Lügenpresse calls out ze falsehood, well that’s just further proof they’re the Enemy of the People™️ and maybe the next mob should swing by CNN or the Post, right?

…and Mike Lee wants a mulligan.

We can’t unite with you folks right now. You’re sick. I’ve seen enough (commercials for) zombie shows to understand what happens if we let y’all into the compound. We’re already used to social distancing, so y’all work out your disinformation/authoritarianism/white nationalism/terrorist violence problem, and maybe in a couple years we can all get together and rename some post offices.

Incidentally, it feels GREAT, here on the right side of history. You’re welcome to join us on the side without Nazis anytime you like, but unity? Nosirreebob.

I see Nikki Haley’s still playing ideological Twister, jockeying for position ahead of the 2024 GOP presidential primary, and I am missing something here, or could we save a whole lotta column inches by simply admitting that a woman of color seeking to lead a white supremacist death cult is rather obviously wasting her time?

Ok. Nothing to do now but wait for the Senate GOP to blanket the nation with another six or seven feet of shame, I suppose. I really hate having to dig my car out from under that shit, it smells like hypocrisy and brackish Ovaltine. Stay safe out there, my friends.

PS – Late-breaking news reveals Kevin McCarthy ate even more of Donnie One-Term’s shit than previously reported. My God, what a fucking worm. 

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NUMBER TWO

NUMBER TWO

Vice-President

Mike Pence is the Patron Saint of Mediocre White Dudes, and the Roman God of Failing Upwards.

A Democrat in his youth, Pence, like many men of limited intelligence, turned to religious conservatism for the convenience of being able to end arguments by claiming God shares his every fear and prejudice, while forgiving his every shortcoming, how convenient.

POMPEY THE NOT GREAT

POMPEY THE NOT GREAT

Secretary of State

Mike Pompeo is one of those performatively pious fake Christians who loves using his loudly-claimed-but-seldom-followed faith like a cudgel while ignoring every single word of the actual Bible, including “and” and “the.”

UNSEXY REXY

UNSEXY REXY

Secretary of State

Over the course of three decades, Rex Tillerson fucked, bribed, and murdered his way to the top of Exxon Mobil, like some sort of jowlsy Eva Peron.

BILIOUS BILL

BILIOUS BILL

Attorney General

William Barr actually taught me a valuable lesson. See, I didn’t look too closely at Bill when he was nominated to be Attorney General. After Jeff “Too Racist for the 80’s” Sessions and the masculine toilet guy, honestly, he looked like a nice, refreshing, safe, traditional Republican. An institutionalist who could bring a little much-needed stability.

And then he turned out to be a fascist, and one of the most dangerous enemies of democracy in American history. Whoops. My bad.

MNUCHBAG

MNUCHBAG

Secretary of the Treasury

Steve Mnuchin, like his namesake, the Noise You Make When You’re Dry Heaving After Getting Food Poisoning From Eating Truck Stop Gas Station Roller Hot Pockets on a Road Trip, is deeply unpleasant, and may result in the involuntary voiding of foul-smelling bodily fluids.

THE GENERALS

THE GENERALS

Secretary of Defense
Chief of Staff
National Security Advisor

Holy shit, there are Generals all over the place these days, aren’t there?

Retired General James Mattis serves as Secretary of Defense. Retired General John Kelly ran Homeland Security for a bit, before becoming the Lead Executive Branch Babysitter, excuse me, Chief of Staff. H.R. McMaster’s the National Security Advisor, and hell, he’s still on active duty.

OL’ BEAUREGARD The President's Loyal Huntin' Dawg

OL’ BEAUREGARD The President's Loyal Huntin' Dawg

Attorney General

Jefferson Beauregard Sessions, third generation of his family to carry the name of a Confedarate piece of trash and also a second Confederate piece of trash, is living his dream. As Velveeta Goebbels’ Attorney General, he’s turning back the clock to a time when women and minorities knew their place, and mediocre white dudes like himself got to run everything, even if they weren’t especially bright.

ZINKE BOOTZ

ZINKE BOOTZ

Ryan Zinke is like if the crappiest robot in Westworld escaped and jumped into conservative politics. He’s such a cartoon cowboy, I bet his right boot says “Andy” on the bottom.

WIL-BUR, THE GNOME KING

WIL-BUR, THE GNOME KING

Secretary of Commerce

When a witch’s curse transformed his master into a Beast and his fellow servants into household objects, Wilbur Ross became a decorative garden gnome. Unlike the rest of his compatriots, he ventured out into the world to make his fortune in the realm of shady international finance and money laundering, and when True Love’s Kiss lifted the curse, Wilbur was too far away for the enchantment to reverse, and thus he remains trapped in gnome form forever.

PLAGUEMASTER T

PLAGUEMASTER T

Secretary of Health and Human Services

If the Hippocratic Oath is binding in any sort of spiritual sense, Tom Price is royally fucked, y’all. There is some straight Dante shit awaitin’ him in the afterlife.

DOCTOR NAPTIME

DOCTOR NAPTIME

Secretary of Housing and Urban Development

Dr. Ben Carson is only in politics because he was rude President Obama to his face. At the 2013 National Prayer Breakfast, a traditionally non-political event, Dr. Ben, having been invited as the keynote speaker, decided to use his time to shit on the President and his policies.

THE DEVOSTATOR

THE DEVOSTATOR

Secretary of Education

Betsy DeVos is what happens when bored white ladies have enough money to really fuck shit up. Turns out, if you’re born rich and marry richer, you don’t have to settle for a book club, you can buy yourself a whole cabinet department!

SCOTTY 2 HAUGHTY

SCOTTY 2 HAUGHTY

Administrator of the EPA

Scott Pruitt, like a lot of boys his age, grew up watching Captain Planet cartoons. Unlike most boys his age, he decided that the various sludge-smog-and-toxic-waste-slinging villains were the role models for him.

Ok, fine. Pruitt is ten years too old to have grown up on Captain Planet, but fuck you, that’s a good opening paragraph. Make your own fucking website, you don’t like it.

PUBIS

PUBIS

Chief of Staff

Nobody wants to be Reince Priebus when they grow up. He’s just so immediately recognizable as a weaselly little tapeworm of a man, y’know?

Reince Priebus is the sort of person who would be played by Brad Dourif in a film.

DARTH WINO

DARTH WINO

Chief Strategist

Steve Bannon played Bob Ewell in a high school production of To Kill a Mockingbird, and liked it so much he decided to stay in the character for the rest of his life.

A self-described Leninist, and an outspoken populist*, Bannon wants to kidney-punch the administrative state, give it a wedgie, and steal its lunch money.

JAR-JAR

JAR-JAR

Senior Advisor/Son-in-Law

Jared Kushner was born on third base and thinks he invented baseball.

Jared’s dad, Charles Kushner, went to jail for tax evasion, illegal campaign donations, and, ahem, “witness tampering,” by which I mean he set his brother-in-law up with a hooker (not, I’m sad to report, of the Pissing Russian variety) and recorded their genital-smushing in order to blackmail him.

PRINCESS IVANKA

PRINCESS IVANKA

Daddy’s Little Girl

Ivanka Trump is what happens when you cross Gwyneth Paltrow with Mussolini’s dumbest, laziest aide-de-camp. Watching her try to sell her father’s fascism as some sort of pro-woman lifestyle brand, marketed in the sickliest imaginable shade of pink, has been one of the most bizarre subplots of this nightmare we can’t seem to pinch ourselves out of.

THE EMPRESS MALARIA

THE EMPRESS MALARIA

First Lady

So, while Melania Trump is perhaps not as shitty as many of the crooks, Nazis, and Nazi crooks who inhabit her dirtbag husband’s world, she manages to impressively shitty in her own right.

HEY, KELLYANNE!

HEY, KELLYANNE!

Senior Counsel

Hey, Kellyaaaaaaaaaaaanne!
Hey, Kellyaaaaaaaaaaaanne!

When you worked for Akin, things weren’t simple
Cuz he got caught on tape
With legitimate rape

4-HEDD THE SHITTY WHITE GUY FROM BEYOND THE STARS

4-HEDD THE SHITTY WHITE GUY FROM BEYOND THE STARS

Senior Advisor for Policy

Why is it always the shittiest imaginable white dudes who turn out to be white supremacists?

Stephen Miller, who started balding eleven seconds after his conception, has by all accounts been a sack of monkey shit pretty much every single minute of his life.

THE MOOCH

THE MOOCH

Director of Communications

Oh wow, this new Communications Director looks like a real character, huh?

Where to begin? Ok, Anthony Scaramucci first came to –

Wait, what? Really?

KKKRIS KKKOBACH

KKKRIS KKKOBACH

White Supremacist Multi-Tool

Kris Kobach is like the protagonist of the white supremacist version of one of those Disney movies where a kid learns to chase his dreams, no matter how big. The kid gets tired of the monotonous grind of burning crosses on just one lawn at a time, and dreams of burning a cross big enough for the whole dang country!

Maybe he has a talking/singing Confederate flag for a sidekick. Named “Bedford.”

“DOC” GORKA

“DOC” GORKA

Roving Freelance Fascist

As seen in the famed documentary RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK, when the Ark of the Covenant was opened on an uncharted island north of Crete, the burning light that issued thereof reduced the Nazi soldiers present to piles of ash and molten flesh. In time, the rains washed the fascist bio-goo into the island’s sewage system, where it mixed with the shit and piss and used tampons and such, and in time it congealed, took the shape of a man (albeit an unattractive one), slapped on a pair of glasses, and Sebastian Gorka was formed.

ATLAS CRAPPED

ATLAS CRAPPED

Speaker of the House

Paul Ryan was cloned from a single pubic hair plucked from Ayn Rand post-coitus and grown in a still in Charles Koch’s back yard.

YERTLE

YERTLE

Senate Majority Leader

Many years ago, Gamera was following the Grateful Dead on tour, and engaged in a brief-but-life-affirming affair with an Ohio River ‘gator that hung around Ma McConnell’s pig farm, picking off runts for sustenance. Nine months later, young Mitch emerged from a leathery egg, and devoured his fellow hatchlings, beginning his life-long love affair with hurting children.

THE CONCERN TROLL

THE CONCERN TROLL

Disapproving Doormat

Susan Collins is How It Happens Here, folks.

She’s supposed to be the rational centrist. The one who stands up to the increasingly-rabid gaggle of turd-spewing hyenas known as the Republican Party when they go too far. That’s whole point of Susan Collins. It’s the brand she’s been selling the people of Maine for years.

THE JACKETLESS JACKASS

THE JACKETLESS JACKASS

Hearing Disrupter

Anybody wondering if the GOP is still the party of Lincoln gets their answer whenever they take in James Daniel Jordan’s tension-racked, jacketless frame as he does his “indignant soccer dad demands to see a manager” routine during a committee hearing. Lincoln? That ship has sailed, caught fire, sunk, and been overrun by sea slugs and the ghosts of unusually shitty pirates. Sorry. 


SUPBAR CASH BROS

SUPBAR CASH BROS

Official Sponsors of American Fascism

Chuck and Davey Koch decided that popping out of a rich lady’s vagina gave them the right to reshape the world however they saw fit, hurting whoever they wanted to in the process, and since the fundamental driving impulse of your average Republican politician is to sell out to the highest bidder, they haven’t exactly been proven wrong.

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