Well, we’ve had quite the week, eh? For one brief, shining moment over the Labor Day weekend, there was happy speculation that the Kleptocrat—not seen close up for four days, which has not happened in his adult life—was dying or dead. His health is clearly not robust, a fact obvious to everyone with eyes and ears, although Republicans up and down the food chain are in public denial. (JD Vance even interrupted his busy schedule of non-stop vacations to go on the talk-show circuit to pronounce himself ready and qualified to step into the Oval Office shoes.)
He burst that bubble with a proof-of-life press conference
on Tuesday, which had been hastily assembled for just that purpose, although he
denied he’d heard the rumors. At the presser, ostensibly to announce he’s
moving his farcical Space Force command from Colorado to Alabama (because “Colorado
allows mail-in voting”), he also flamed out at Illinois governor JB Pritzker
(D) because Pritzker told him to take his domestic urban occupation forces and
stuff them in his oh-so-capacious ass.
The domestic invasions will continue until people stop
asking about the Epstein files, until the last brown-skinned person has been
slammed to the ground and deported to Uganda and until Cadet Bonespurs has been
awarded a custom-made much-bigger-than-Obama’s-golder-than-anything Nobel Peace
Prize.
So our earworm for today is what should be the anthem for this administration, given all the Nazis in it: “Springtime for Hitler”.
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