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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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
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.
Further Thanks, Further Apologies
My friends,
Thank you so much for you very kind words in response to yesterday’s post. I can’t express how much that outpouring of support meant to me. I have the best readers a fake superhero could ask for.
Regrettably, real life keeps coming between us this week. My very beautiful, very old, cat’s health took an extremely sharp turn for the worse this morning. I’ve spent much of the day at the animal hospital and will be returning there shortly; they’re keeping her overnight and running a bunch of tests. I’m hopeful, but we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.
Unfortunately, this has interfered with my ability to deliver tonight’s promised blog entry. Assuming life leaves me the hell alone for a bit, I plan on resuming the blog Monday.
Thank you for your understanding, and spare a thought for my small grey friend if you’re able.
– Cap
So sorry your little friend isn’t doing well. Hope the problem, whatever it is, is very treatable and that she’ll be much better soon.
I’ve got a 17 year old. She’s spry as fuck, but even a sneeze sends us into a panic.
Sending positive vibes and love y’all’s way bud.
Hoping for good news news soon!
I know how it feels to have a kitty in the hospital, and it sucks. Nothing has ever made me feel so helpless as having to leave him in the care of strangers and walk away. Your kitty will be in my thoughts, tonight and all weekend, and so will you.
Congrats on the good stuff happening for you too.
Dear Good Sir Cap, so sorry to hear you are spending your birthday at the pet hospital with your gorgeous girl. I very much hope she will be soon on the mend.
I really loved your last post. I know just what you mean. That horrid little rat-bastard voice in your head. Smack that whining fuckwit down and go do your thing.
To me you are a true super hero, you give or yourself for the good of your country, it’s people and those of us who just look in from the sidelines and hope our American friends will soon be in a better situation. In a bathrobe, with beer. Such style!
Peace and blessings to you and beautiful Cap Cat.
Best wishes to you and your cat. I know how these feline friends can be more like family than family. And Congratulations on your many successes. Don’t ever stop writing and especially don’t stop sharing what you’ve written.
9aq8 is what my cat just typed when she walked across the keyboard, which means she sends a sardine your kitty’s way. As the old kitten poster said, hang in there, and never give up on a cat.
Good thoughts and vibes for you and your Grey Lady. Hugs.
Aww… So sorry your girl is not well. Hope she gets better soon. ?❤️
Pets always come first……hope your sweetie gets better!
Dear Cap:
So sorry to hear about your furinatti friend. I will hold her–and you–close in my heart. I know what it is to worry about a deadly beloved 4 legged furry–& I apologize if this is less than coherent as I’m a tad tipsy (life has been less than pleasant to me ad well as I had to euthanize a deadly beloved horse of mine.
I had the pleasure of his company for over 20 years–& it still isn’t enough time: it never is when we love them so, and they give such unconditional love to us in return.
You take care if what you need to, Cap(and she’s a lovely lass, she is) and come back to us when you can; we’ll be waiting with bells on.
Again, sorry if this is less than coherent.
There is nothing as poignant as losing a loving pet. They give us everything unconditionally. You are lucky to have had her. Take some time to sit with grief and love and remember, there are a lot of us in this world who are willing to provide support to those in peril, to those in anguish, to those in dire straights. Fundamentally, most of us are kind. You are one of the kind people, snarky remarks and all. Lots of good vibes heading your way. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I know what it feels like. My dear old dog died last month. To love is to open oneself to pain; but how much better it is than never to know love at all. Blessings on you and your sweet cat friend. I hope you will have more time together.
It’s ok bud. Everybody needs some time off, but we love you and love what you do, so please get back when you can.
I’m sorry your furry friend is not doing well. Having spent many hours at vets’ offices with dogs and cats over the years, I know how stressful that is. Hoping for the best.
I know you’re hurting today and I wish I could help. Your lady was indeed a beautiful girl and I’m happy you had that final night to tell her so. It feels like a good time for the thank you I’ve been too shy to send you. Sorry for the length.
Before that shocking, soul destroying, horrible night in November, my mom, already suffering from increasingly violent dementia, heart issues and COPD, was diagnosed with kidney cancer. My dearly beloved cat had died. In the 3 months following the election the economy here tanked, layoffs, sick husband, horrible fear. I, like most of your readers, got used to waking up and checking the news before I had a coffee. Is the world still okay? Did he finally go too far? I was a mess.
I looked for things to grasp onto, to hold myself up. One of the things I found was your blog.
You joke about being a beer drinking, poo joke slinging, fake super hero in a bathrobe. You may be but the things you give are so much more important than you know.
You organize the horror in such a way that I can process it. Without you, the news sometimes feels like drowning in a septic tank. You inspire people to fight back in a real way. Volunteering, donating, helping, as opposed to the toxic pointless online fighting. Ignore the stupid little lying voice. You’re a leader and you make a difference.
The thing you give most is hope. Your belief in the ability of people to be good and decent (if they choose to be) shines through all the oh so enjoyable jokes about you know who. Without that hope, I don’t know if I could have found my own hope. Things are better now and so am I, and some (lots) of the credit goes to you. Fake super hero? I don’t think so. No amount of thanks will ever suffice.
Those of us who love cats know how much love they give us in return. Four years ago my own grey girl faded away in my arms. Her love kept me sane in difficult times and helped me enjoy the good ones. Later, when the time was right, two rescue boys found me.
My warmest wishes to you.❤️
I wish you and your fur baby all the best. Don’t forget to take care of you, too.
Been there, done that – and cat will be there to tell me all about it, when I get there.
HI SC I hope your poor kitty is going to be OK. Please give her scritches for me. I used to have one who looked a lot like her ((((((((((((())))))))
Cap, We had to put our dearly beloved, and very old, cat to sleep a few years ago, and decided at the time No More Pets. The ostensible reason is we’re not home often enough to be fair to a pet, but the real reason, as you well know, is that it tears your heart out when they fail and die. You have my most deep and sincere sympathy on your loss.
Jackie