Operation Epstein Distraction is already a five-alarm shit-show.
here’s a huge mistake the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press are making right now, as they cover Dear Leader’s Splendid Iran Adventure™: they’re treating Donny as if he were a rational actor who knows what he’s doing.
spoiler alert: he’s not. he’s bugfuck nuts, in steep cognitive decline, and there is no plan. he’s making it all up as he goes along.
apparently, Mad King Donny spent all of yesterday afternoon phoning random reporters, and giving each one a different explanation for what the hell is going on. The Economist’s Gregg Carlstrom sums it up nicely.
perfectly normal stuff.
but even Carlstrom fails to recognize what’s obvious: these are the actions of a gibbering loon. Donny’s brain has gone fuckity-bye, and he’s flailing, calling up reporters one by one and telling them what he thinks they want to hear — and he sure as shit probably can’t even remember what he told the last reporter he spoke to five minutes earlier.
**I mean, look at Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants. he’s a deteriorating mess. the lights are on, but nobody’s home. no, strike that — **the lights aren’t even on.
oh yeah, this is exactly the guy who you want in charge of a nuclear arsenal.
all you reporters who savaged Joe Biden because he was icky and old and smelled bad and probably didn’t even know he was already dead, but are staying silent as Donny’s handlers prop him up like a moldering cadaver — you should be fucking ashamed of yourselves.
and what is this insanity? apparently, none of the shitwits running Operation Epstein Distraction expected Iran to fight back, and now we’re running out of munitions.
When the U.S. military’s top general laid out the risks to President Trump of launching a major and extended attack on Iran, one of the issues he flagged was America’s stockpile of munitions.
Now that is being put to the test, as the U.S. races to destroy Iran’s missile and drone force before it runs out of interceptors to fend off Tehran’s retaliation, current and former officials and analysts say.
this has the hubristic hand of Piss-Drunk Pete Kegstand all over it. you can well imagine him telling Donny, ‘don’t worry, sir, my warfighters are going to warfight the shit out of this thing. it’ll be over in fifteen minutes.’
ha fucking ha.
this is why you don’t appoint a Fox News dunk-tank clown with masculinity issues to be your Secretary of Whatever The Fuck He’s Calling Himself Today. Piss-Drunk Pete is in way over his head.
. . . but the clear winner of the Four Seasons Total Landscaping Callous Piece of Shit Prize goes to Preznit Fuckwit, who issued a taped statement in which he was a slurring mess who could barely read the words off the teleprompter that was right in front of him.
“sadly, there will likely be more before it ends. that’s the way it is. likely be more.”
no emotion, no feeling — Donny’s just distractedly reading words that someone else wrote for him, with all the conviction of a teenager forced to apologize for leaving a flaming bag of dog shit on his neighbor’s porch.
