Der Postmeister Postmaster General
Donald Trump had a problem. A problem called “democracy.” See, he LIKED being President, (well, not the work part, but definitely charging the Secret Service to pee) but those rat-bastard Founding Fathers built all these dumb ol’ “elections” into their dumb ol’ “Constitution,” and smack dab in the middle of an economy you personally wrecked and a pandemic you disastrously mismanaged is nobody’s idea of a great time for a performance review.
Pigfucker Multipurpose Trump Tool
Devin “Pigfucker” Nunes was an early adopter of Donald Trump’s unique blend of authoritarianism and kakistocracy, and it’s not hard to understand why; it takes a whole lotta institutional white supremacy to keep men so maliciously mediocre in positions of power.
Wrinkly Gamera Breaker of Senates
There is no greater proof that the Republican base has no goddamn sense than Mitch McConnell’s consistently dismal approval rating from voters of his own party; the man is absolute ghoul, yes, and certainly he projects little folksy warmth, but he puts Ws on the board. Big ones. More than anybody I’ve ever seen.
Reichskommissar Floridaman Death Cult Reality Show Competitor/Actual Fucking Governor
One of Trump’s earliest congressional taint remoras, Ron DeSantis rode a wave of I’m With Stupid first to the Florida GOP’s 2018 gubernatorial nomination, and then, because learning from mistakes is apparently for cucks, to a narrow general election victory.
Liar Tuck Middling Telefascist
To level with y’all up front, I think Tucker Carlson is the most dangerous man in America. He’s the mouth of American fascism, and Donald Trump’s unofficial Chief Disinformation Dispenser, and, ultimately, a manufacturer of brownshirts.
The Vainglorious MTG Actual Fucking Congresswoman, Heaven Help Us
Take an unusually weak mind, surgically remove evolution’s hard-won capacity to tell fact from fiction, fill the empty spaces with hate, and you’ve got Marjorie Taylor Greene. Drop that mind in the middle of the I-know-we’re-not-supposed-to-dismiss-MAGA-whites-as-racist-hillbillies-but-COME-ON shithole known as the Georgia 14th, and you’ve got the dumbest, most malicious member of the United States Congress, and ascendant American fascism’s loudest, vilest mouth.
Incesto, the Treasonous Clown Freelance Legal Idiot
When Rudy Giuliani, having just chugged a bottle of methamphetamine-laced NyQuil, stumbled onstage to deliver his apocalyptic sermon of fear at the 2016 Republican Nation Convention, you knew something was deeply fucked in this country.
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
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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?
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.”
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.
Betsy DeVos’ Media Tour: Is Our Education Secretary Learning?
Hey folks, sorry for not checking in over the weekend. I went on a little bender, drunk out of my mind on Martin Shkreli’s tears. I woke up behind a Wendy’s dumpster clutching what I had initially believed was an exclusive Wu-Tang Clan album, but which turned out to be a slightly soiled Justin Bieber calendar.
Let’s jump right into the hilarity, with the Velveeta Urinal Cake’s legal team, and their amusing offer to swap Bob Mueller an interview with their client in exchange for a speedy resolution to all Drumpf-related aspects of the investigation, in let’s say, oh, 60 days or so?
…there aren’t a lot of photos of Mueller laughing, so I hope somebody thought to document the moment he heard about that particular little gambit.
You know what sucks? Compromise, that’s what. So, ok, the military has agreed to piss maybe as much as $30 million away on a parade so the Bonespur Buttplug can feel like a Big Tuff Dictator for an afternoon, but he won’t be able to roll tanks through the streets of Washington D.C., because they’d “damage the infrastructure,” STUPID CUCK STREETS.
Who knows if Lil’ Donnie Two-Scoops will even still want his dumb ol’ parade if he can’t have tanks? What’s the point of even being President, amright?
Steve Bannon, rejected by every man, woman, and child in his native country, decided it was time for a “Drink Prey Hate” voyage of self-discovery, and finally cashed in all those unused vacation days from that silly little Nazi blog he used to run. He popped over to France to bloviate in front of shitty white nationalist losers from a different country for a change. Refreshing.
He told them being labeled (accurately) as racist was “a badge of honor,” or I guess “honour” since he was in Europe. No time for dog whistles when you’ve hit the bottom of the barrel. And licked it dry.
Maybe this is Bannon’s next big move: Hate Tourism! See (and sneer at) the world alongside like-minded knuckle-dragging morons! He can call it “Mein Kruise!”
…Richard Spencer would certainly be interested, since he’s called off his college campus tour due to an inability to find safe spaces. Or, y’know, audiences.
Didja see where the Man With Phalangeal Stunting has been shopping around for a lawyer with Presidential impeachment experience? “He was just asking for a friend,” Sarah Huckabee Sanders feebly offered, before remembering her boss, being completely unworthy of love, has no friends.
The American President’s immediate supervisor, Vlad Putin, weighed in on Russian interference in American elections with a casual “Hey, maybe it was Jews,” because he’s classy like that.
Sam Nunberg abandoned his early-week bravado, and sat down for a lengthy interrogation with Team Mueller. Afterwards, Sad Sack Sam came to two key conclusions:
1. The Russia investigation is anything but a “witch hunt.”
2. He really likes going on TV and having people pay attention to him.
Seriously, did this fucker clone himself? He is on television every fucking hour of the day. He’ll be presenting at the Nickelodeon Kid’s Choice Awards, where he’ll be forcibly removed from the stage during a rambling monologue about Roger Stone’s potential legal exposure.
The Marmalade Shartcannon had himself a rough week. Cabinet scandals, tariff troubles, daily escalations on the Stormy Daniels front, and that whole thing where he thought he was a Big Diplomat Hero with North Korea but was actually just an out-of-his-element goon getting played by a tyrannical thug. So he turned to General Kelly and said. “I need to unwind. Get me a room full of the shittiest white people in Pennsylvania. We’re gonna have ourselves a KLAN RALLY!”
“Mr. President, we should probably just call it a ‘rally.'”
“You spoil all my fun, John!”
So yeah, in the name of propping up the flailing candidacy of this yammering nitwit named Rick Saccone, Il Douche wandered over to the Pennsylvania 18th to babble like a meth-addled street preacher for a bit. He lied a bunch, and talked about how great he is (lotta overlap in those two categories, of course), and attacked the press (for…sleepiness?), and said some racist shit (If Donnie wanted to challenge Maxine Waters to chess, or Trivial Pursuit, or even a second grade spelling test, I am HERE FOR IT.) and some sexist shit (I guess only white women count as women, neat!), and of course the crowd full of drooling HateYokels ate it right up.
Anyway, the most recent polling shows the Embracing-Drumpf-So-Hard-He’s-Basically-Humping-His-Leg Saccone actually TRAILING Democrat Conor Lamb in a district Sharty McFly carried by 20 points in 2016. And the GOP’s frantic expectation-lowering efforts have sunk to the depths of claiming this deep-red district is basically downtown San Francisco, political-makeup-wise.
Anyway, Treasury Secretary/Jelly-Spined Sycophant Steve Mnuchbag found the President’s belched-up stream-of-consciousness bigotdrivel “funny,” but hell, he produced COLLATERAL BEAUTY, so forgive me for declining to defer to his critical analysis.
I guess Betsy DeVos was concerned that maybe somebody somewhere in America thought she might be almost qualified to do her job, so she went on 60 minutes to dispel all doubt. Betsy’s lucky she was born rich. She’d never have survived otherwise, in this world of sliding doors and canned food.
Word on the street is that Boisterous Bob Mueller could be close to wrapping up his obstruction o’ justice inquiry, but may not announce the results for the time being, so as to avoid interference with the other aspects of the probe.
See, Team Shart’s many crimes are like an all-you-can-eat buffet; and maybe the Bobadook has had enough fried chicken (obstruction) for now, but he’s gonna go back to the bar for more salad (collusion), maybe some of that foamy Jell-O stuff (money laundering), or corn on the cob (hacking and leaking DNC e-mails). Maybe there’s something new and fun and different on the buffet, too…something we don’t even know about yet. Like teriyaki salmon. Or, I dunno…braised antelope. We just don’t know.
Gosh, it seems like only a couple of weeks ago when Dorito Mussolini vowed to support bold new gun control measures, taunting Senators for being “afraid of the NRA.”
Anyhow, Wayne LaPierre must’ve taken the President out behind the woodshed over the weekend, because he’s absolutely pissing-his-pants terrified of the NRA now. Gone are the promises to ban bump stocks and raise age limits, replaced only with some bullshit about arming teachers, a proposal that, AND THIS IS REALLY WEIRD, would mean…SELLING A FUCKTON MORE GUNS.
Odd how the NRA’s ideas always seem to revolve around enriching gun manufacturers, isn’t it? I’m sure it’s only coincidence.
Oh, and after the Republican-controlled Florida government passed some modest gun control laws, the murder-gorged demons of the NRA didn’t even wait for the ink of Governor Scott’s signature to dry before suing to block the measure, because they simply cannot abide the tyranny of a young man who is not yet old enough to buy his own beer being denied his Gawd-Given Right to purchase a machine than can end dozens of human lives in a few short seconds.*
To visit an even bat-shittier corner of the gun debate, one conservative “thought leader” published a horny little fanfic about how he can hardly wait to start slaughterin’ libtards in the rapidly approaching CIVIL WAR II: WINGNUT BOOGALOO.
Not to be all controversial or anything, but maybe a documented history of fantasizing about murdering people you disagree with should be disqualifying when it comes to purchasing semi-automatic rifles.
Stormy Daniels helpfully offered to refund her blackmail payment in return for the right to tell the world just how much our President likes being peed on, or whatever other horrors she’s privy to. And so the Daniels story continues to grow, now having engulfed not only the sitting President of the United States of America, but also a notary in Texas.
Hey, remember that time one of our most loyal allies was the victim of a chemical weapons attack on their native soil, and they said “Russia did it,” and the American President refused to back them up, or help them retaliate against the attacker, or even go so far as to say “Well shit, that fucking suxxx, bro?”
I guess “America First” is expressed by waving a single finger in the air at our greatest friends. The middle one.
The craven Republican treasonweasels of Devin “Pigfucker” Nunes’ House Intelligence Committee threw a surprise party for their investigation into Russia interference, where the surprise was “We’re ending it! Oh, and there was no collusion, we totally checked, and also the President’s fingers are not only of normal length, but frankly a little on the long side.”
Needless to say, the Democrats on the panel aren’t having this shit, and even Republican Intel member Tom Rooney says his committee “lost all credibility.” Adam Schiff congratulated his collaborating coworkers on all the shit they’ll get to eat whenever new developments in the Russia investigation surface.
Just so we’re clear here, this committee found out literally just a few days ago that Erik Prince lied to them under oath about his Sexy Secret Seychelles…S’meeting, and they’re closing up shop anyhow. Never interviewed Manafort, Never interviewed Papaderpaderp, Flynn, or Gates, who I’ll remind you are confessed felons.
And I see Tangerine Idi Amin is now trying to bully NATO allies into upping their military spending in exchange for sanctions relief. Look, Donnie, just because YOU’RE so willing to be blackmailed doesn’t mean sovereign nations will follow suit. Ass.
Y’know what? It’s actually been kind of a quiet stretch lately. Yeah. All the shit you just read…qualifies as “slow news” under our new, perpetually-besieged-by-insanity standards. Hell, I almost didn’t write tonight.
* For optimal effect, read this sentence in a really cartoony southern accent. Like, Charles-Laughton-playing-an-Alabama-lawyer cartoony.
Calling the piece of Devil’s excrement stinking up the White Supremacy House the “Bonespur Buttplug” is an insult to buttplugs. Betsy has the IQ of a cantaloupe and that’s probably insulting cantaloupes. The word of the year in 2018 has to be KAKISTOCRACY, especially now that another Cabinet member has bitten the dust. I think it was Sexy Rexy, but who can keep up any more. Thanks Cap. You help make things almost tolerable in this shithole country.
So, the NRA is suing FL. I guess we’ll be next out here in WA, as our intrepid Gov. Jay Inslee passed some gun regulations on bump stocks and magazine capacity and age limitations.
And Betsy DeVos made poor Leslie Stahl go cross-eyed trying to decypher whatever nonsense she was regurgitating on 60 minutes. How I miss Mike Wallace !! Can you imagine that interview ? Some where in Michigan, a village has lost an idiot.
But Cap, you are a gem, Thanks for keeping us all sane out here on the Left Coast.