11/15/2018

Weird Shit from Trump's Weird-Ass Interview with the Daily Caller

So two industrious reporters who work for The Daily Caller (motto: "We're Breitbart with boobs, much like Tucker Carlson") got to interview President Donald Trump, who is really just a baby whale that swam through toxic waste. As is always the case whenever Trump grants an interview, it was the typical saute' of stupidity, incompetence, and cruelty, all mixed in a pan made of an idiot's arrogance. But beyond the dumbfuckery, what comes through most is that Trump's brain is just fuckin' weird. The toxic combination of spray tan chemicals and age-related dementia has left him unable to keep to a single thought, or it makes him just say weird shit.

For instance, early on, the reporters (who I'm not gonna name because, fuck them, they work for The Daily Caller) ask him about replacing Chief of Staff John Kelly and DHS Secretary Kirtstjen Nielsen. After saying how great his cabinet is, Trump, for no reason, jumps to "Uh, we’ve been doing incredibly on trade deals and trade with my whole staff of traders, because that’s what they are" and then jumps back to how great his cabinet is.

Really, the next line in the transcript should be one of the reporters muttering, "The fuck?" while the other says, "Forget it, man. We don't work for a real news website."

Trump credits himself for saving the news media, talking again about how everything was failing until he came along. He creepily says, "You know, cable television was supposed to be a dying medium. And because of me it’s now hotter than it’s ever been. But someday I won’t be here and it will die like you’ve never seen. And so will The New York Times — will die — and every one of them will just be dead." Not "go out of business" or "go off the air." No, those fuckers are gonna be dead.

He just kept going about the Times. Seriously, this is some weird shit: "I remember picking up before I announced for president, I picked up The New York Times and I said to somebody, ‘Boy, this paper is dead, look at it.’ The paper was dead. It was like a leaflet that you hand out at the supermarket." Um, I subscribed to the print edition for years. It was never like a grocery store ad. But I'm guessing that he was just mad there was no comics page.

The derangement continued when he was asked about the possibility of shutting down the government over funding for his stupid fucking wall. Trump bounced from subject to subject like a gecko on meth. He talked about borders and then, for some reason, who knows, Robert Mueller's investigation crept into his shrinking brain: "Just like the witch hunt, the Mueller witch hunt. It’s pure harassment. It’s horrible. It’s horrible that they’re allowed to get away with it. Again, not Senate confirmed but, you know. You have 17 people — half, many of them worked for Hillary Clinton, some on the Foundation. The Hillary Clinton Foundation." There is no Hillary Clinton Foundation, just a Clinton Foundation.

Then, right before he bizarrely said that you need a photo i.d. to buy a box of cereal (maybe Oxy Krispies?), he offered about "illegal" voting, "And I’ve seen it, I’ve had friends talk about it when people get in line that have absolutely no right to vote and they go around in circles. Sometimes they go to their car, put on a different hat, put on a different shirt, come in and vote again."

Let's pause for a second here: First he says he saw this happen. Then he realized that was too much of a lie, so he goes with his more reliable lie that others told him they saw it. Then, discussing how people go all Dopey by running around and getting back in line to vote, he seems to have no idea how voting occurs. Also, how fucking dumb does someone have to be to be a non-citizen or something and not only vote, but vote multiple times? That's some major effort at criminality with little payoff.

Moving on, in a quote that's gotten precious little attention, Trump essentially advocates for white supremacists to beat up Antifa protesters: "They better hope that the opposition to Antifa decides not to mobilize. Because if they do, they’re much tougher. Much stronger. Potentially much more violent. And Antifa’s going to be in big trouble."

Trump ended the interview by bragging about how big his crowds were at his rallies of the damned, how he got Republicans to win, and how he is the greatest. He may as well have unzipped his pants and said, "Fellas, I'm gonna jack off on you. And you're gonna sit there however long it takes. Then you can walk out with my jizz on you."

And the two Daily Caller reporters would have sat smiling as they awaited their blessing from Donald Trump.

11/14/2018

Donald Trump's Soul Is Troubled

Donald Trump's soul sits in a tiny apartment in the basement of an old condo development in the Bronx. Pelham Bay, to be exact. It's a decent enough joint. It's not like Donald Trump's soul needs much space. Every day, he grows just a little smaller, and he knows it's just a matter of time before he disappears completely, when demon thugs, probably with Russian accents for the joke of it, will come to take him down to where he's going to stay for all eternity.

When Trump made his deal with the Devil back in the mid-1970s, he was very specific. Yes, he was selling his soul for the ability to make people believe whatever he wanted them to believe, but he wanted his soul out of his body for the duration. "Put it somewhere it won't ever bother me again," Trump negotiated with Lucifer.

The Devil was impressed that Trump hadn't asked for riches outright. "Most of you human cocksuckers want everything easy. You're willing to give it all away for a few piles of cash, but you?" Satan said, pointing at Trump, "You're something special. You're gonna go places. And, man, I'm gonna enjoy reaming you out with a ram's horn when you finally give up the ghost. Gonna twist the fucker all the way in."

Trump had stopped listening by this point. Once a deal was made, he was finished. Later, he would tell his bodyguard, "It's the greatest deal anyone ever made with the Devil. I mean, I can say whatever the hell I want and a whole lot of people will think it's fantastic and smart and they'll give me money for it. What could be better than that? The best part is that my soul, that pussy, it's gonna be far, far away from me. I'm free."

Donald Trump's soul watches his body on television all the time. He reads about the ways in which his body is squandering the coming damnation. Being a soul, he is capable of human empathy, something that Trump hasn't experience in all these decades. But Donald Trump's soul knows that Trump is unhappy, floundering, burdened, flailing about, looking for ways to make everything right before the body expires.

He wishes he could get free of this basement apartment, with its cabinets and appliances never updated, the wallpaper with its orange pattern that is fading now, stuck in the past. Donald Trump's soul wishes he could go to Trump, to the shell that was never really a full man, but at least once had the hope of redemption, just to tell him that he needs to unburden himself, that to truly have the freedom he believed he could have he should just go to Robert Mueller or Nancy Pelosi and reveal it all, all the dirty laundry, from the semen-stained underwear to the blood-stained jackets, all of it, all the mobsters, all the dirty deals, all the bribes and graft, all the ways in which he dicked over people. Here, take the taxes and the bank records and the emails and everything. Use the power the Devil gave him for good. It might mean that his damned children take the fall with him, but that is the price for believing in a soulless man, even if that man is your father.

Right now, this existence that Trump has is no existence at all. Donald Trump's soul has read about Trump raging about feeling disrespected by other world leaders, about how no one appreciates the things he's done, about his own appointees being incompetent or criminal or, worst of all, independent, about the elections he can't control, about the rallies that amounted to so few victories, about a Congress that's about to start probing every part of his life, about the Republicans who can barely stand his presence, about his constant errors which he can't bring himself to see as errors, his failures that he knows are failures but refuses to acknowledge that he has failed. It makes Donald Trump's soul weep, mostly alone, in the Bronx.

Lucifer comes by the apartment sometimes. Usually it's to taunt Donald Trump's soul with various implements that he'll be sodomized with: golf clubs, rolled-up Time magazines, Ivanka's tibia. But occasionally Lucifer just wants to chat. "You can have the entire world at your feet and can still feel the walls closing in and the floor give way," Lucifer said the other day, talking like a being who knows from great falls. "I said people would believe him. I didn't say they'd all love him. Gotta think these things through, right?" Donald Trump's soul was downcast. That made Lucifer laugh. "You think shit's bad now? You think he's upset? Don't you know him? He's gonna lose his fucking mind when he realizes how trapped he is. He's gonna try to take everyone down with him. I'd give you odds that he'll start a war before the end of 2019, but, shit, you've got nothing to bet that I don't already have."

Donald Trump's soul does know Trump. He just tries not to think about how much worse things will get, how we're just in the prelude to genuine Hell.

11/12/2018

For Veterans Day, Trump Serial-Insults Veterans, Troops, Everyone

Our goddamn president, Donald Trump, bumblefucked his way through the last couple of days, essentially lumbering over to Paris in order to loudly fart at our allies before smiling at Vladimir Putin the way one smiles at one's bookie while trying to convince him not to have your kneecaps broken. In the course of the weekend and today, which included Veterans Day (or, you know, Armistice Day), Trump and his administration of boobs, twits, and fuck-ups managed to insult and degrade veterans and U.S. troops.

Let's start with the rank narcissism. At this point, to call Trump "narcissistic" is like calling the Catholic Church "a child-raping ring pretending to be a religion." We know. All you gotta say is the name and we get it. So it's not surprising that Trump makes everything about himself. True to form, he wished the Marine Corps a "Happy Birthday" on the 243rd anniversary of its creation and he did it with a picture of himself speaking to some Marines at an air base in Florida. Then, for Veterans Day, he tweeted a picture of himself hugging a vet. He celebrated the 100th anniversary of the founding of Poland with a picture of himself speaking in that country. Then fuckin' Melania posted a photo of both her and her lump of a husband at an event in Paris for the end of World War I as a way to "remember the brave actions of our troops."

In France on Saturday, Trump wouldn't leave his hotel to go out in a slight drizzle to honor those troops, including over 1000 Marines, whose "birthday" he had just tweet-celebrated, at an event at the Aisne-Marne Cemetery 30 miles outside Paris.  The White House gave various excuses, like that the weather was too bad for his helicopter (which, as Malcolm Nance said this morning, was designed to track ships in monsoons and can land on the ocean, if needed). They said that a motorcade would have been disruptive, although it wasn't for the president of, you know, France. Let's be real: Trump was going to have walk more than a few steps and he can barely get his lardass up the stairs to Air Force One without looking like he's gonna vomit on himself from the effort. His only movement is swinging a golf club before getting back into the cart.

For extra head-smackingly sad hilarity, here's what Trump actually said in a speech the next day in France: "Through rain, hail, snow, mud, poisonous gas, bullets and mortar, they held the line, and pushed onward to victory — it was a great, great victory; costly victory but a great victory." That's right. The soldiers walked through shit pits with Hell raining down around them, but President Sugartits can't handle a little moisture.

Oh, and then, today, when Veterans Day is being observed, Trump is doing not a goddamn thing to honor the dead. He's not going to Arlington Cemetery to lay a wreath. Why? Fuckin' rain, man. (Note: It didn't rain.)

This is all symbolic stuff, even if the actual symbolism is Trump shitting on a grave and wiping his ass on the marble cross that marks it. But there is something that directly affects the lives of living veterans going on that the Trump administration is responsible for. His Veterans Day Proclamation is filled with self-praise about how awesome he has deluded himself into thinking he's been for vets. It says, "My Administration is also processing veteran claims and appeals more quickly than ever before, and veterans can now use their GI Bill benefits at any point in their lives." Funny thing about that is it's a lie.

Yeah, thanks to the clusterfuck of incompetence and apathy that is the hallmark of the Trump presidency, payments to vets from the GI Bill have been delayed "for months," according to NBC News. Indeed, the housing stipend that vets are supposed to receive has been delayed so much that some vets may have become or are about to become homeless because they can't afford their rent. The big reason is that Trump signed some mighty bill that accelerated vets getting benefits, but the bill didn't provide for updating the computers and software that would help process all the claims. And we're talking hundreds of thousands of vets being affected by this, unable to pay for their homes and their education.

So, you know, maybe instead of letting him get away with hiding and hunching over his phone, tweeting while watching Fox "news," someone can actually get this fuckin' fraud of a man to pretend he gives a shit about something other than himself. Hell, by this point in his presidency, Barack Obama had visited troops in Iraq and Afghanistan, actual war zones.

Trump can't even take a limo ride to a graveyard.

One last thing: This doesn't even get into Trump's call for Florida to ignore the votes of active troops in the midterm count. Not the recount. The count. Yeah, overseas ballots can come in until Friday. Man, those soldiers make awesome props.

11/09/2018

Random Observations... (Part 2): How Crazy Will Shit Get?

As we tumble and twist to the end of the year and into the new one with Democrats having a whole fuckload of power more than they've had since the end of 2016, you gotta understand that shit's about to go fuckin' crazy. We have a crazy motherfucker in the White House who is getting crazier and crankier every day. He's surrounded by crazy motherfuckers, and the people who believe in him are crazy motherfuckers. And, as I've said so many times before, a motherfucker will fuck mothers. That is a motherfucker's primary purpose. So a whole bunch of mothers are about to get fucked in a motherfucking rage orgy. And when Democrats take over the House, it's gonna get even fuckier.

1. Shit's gonna get crazy in the lame duck session of Congress. The Republicans get to keep the House for four weeks of scheduled sessions before the Christmas break. You can bet that Paul Ryan and the Trump spunk gobblers in his caucus are gonna try to ram through an Affordable Care Act repeal, more tax cuts (or more permanent tax cuts), and whatever else they can. The honest-to-fuck shock is that there are some bipartisan bills that might pass, like criminal justice reform and the reauthorization of the Violence Against Women Act. Hell, things might be just bizarro enough that they make a deal on immigration: DACA kids for the funding for the bullshit wall (the same deal that was negotiated before that Trump walked away from). But the Senate is gonna amp up the judge approvals, and they'll rubber stamp the asses of anyone Trump nominates to any post. He could send Roy Cohn's skull up for Attorney General, and Lindsey Graham would screech about how qualified it is and how Democrats are jerks for pointing out that it's not alive, Jeff Flake would sigh and tweet how wrong it is, and Orrin Hatch would tongue fuck the eyeholes, all before making Roy Cohn's skull AG.

2. Shit's gonna get crazy in the Justice Department. Right now, with the firing of America's most racist leprechaun, Jeff Sessions, we have a bugfuck insane, walking cockknob as Attorney General. Matthew Whitaker is a repulsive idiot, a filthy con man,  and another Trump dick lamprey. Not only does the nation have to deal with the fallout of Sessions' bullshit approach to criminal justice, like ignoring the threat of far-right violence and gutting consent decrees on police brutality, but now we've got an asshole in there who is a walking conflict of interest. Whether or not the investigation of Robert Mueller gets to continue is now in the hands of Kingpin the AG. This is not to mention that we get to look forward to the confirmation hearing of, perhaps, Chris Christie, which will primarily consist of Republicans fighting each other to suckle at his man teats while Christie insults Democrats.

3. Shit's gonna get crazy with Trump's voters. The MAGA chodes have been told over and over that they will always be winning. Like monkeys who just had their favorite toy taken away, they're going to be confused by Democrats being able to subpoena their orange dolt god and force officials to testify under oath. Monkeys will break shit. They are in full death threat mode already, against Christine Blasey Ford, who dared to tell her story of sexual abuse by Brett Kavanaugh, and against any reporter that Trump calls out, especially April Ryan and Jim Acosta. You might have forgotten, but a MAGA puke sent a dozen bombs to Democrats and liberals opposed to the president just a week or so ago. These assholes have no chill. They are itching for the chance to take down some libtards. I promise you that right now, they're breaking out their ape memes to attack Michelle Obama for daring to say that Trump was full of shit about birther nonsense. I would lay money down that some piece of shit is locked and loaded and ready to go to Florida (or, more likely, is already living there) to stop the counting of ballots.

4. Trump's gonna go full apeshit. Or he's already doing it. Jesus, at that press conference thing, he mocked Republicans who lost, he shit-talked the media constantly when not being outright abusive, and his self-aggrandizement was the kind of ego rant that one usually associates with a high school student council member who wants more credit for putting together the homecoming dance decorations. One quick example: On North Korea, he said, "We made more progress in that four or five months than they’ve made in 70 years. And nobody else could have done what I’ve done." Bitch, we had actual deals with North Korea and they fell apart. You haven't done shit but put your tiny hand in Kim Jong-un's tiny hand and traded palm sweat. But watch for Trump to lash out even more harshly, as he did today, calling a reporter's question on the Mueller investigation "stupid," and look for executive orders piling up. Frankly, if we're not in a war by the end of 2019, I'll be surprised. Trump is a coward at heart. It's why he has always crumbled whenever he's been questioned under oath. He talks a good game about fighting, but he's one of those punk-ass mob bosses who never got his hands dirty. He's always had goons and lackeys do his bidding. When his family starts being arrested, he's gonna scream and throw shit around and demand his idiot horde battle for his honor.

5. How do you respond to shit going crazy? Simple: You keep poking the crazy until their crazy is clear. Trump and the GOP are gonna say that Democrats are "harassing" them by investigating. It won't matter if Democrats are probing the most obvious shit, like voter suppression. The second some official is forced to produce documents, Trump will say how "no man was ever treated worse." It won't matter. Every Democratic bill will be labeled "socialism." Every opposition to a nominee will be called "obstruction." He is going to war. So be in a war posture. Go on the offense (and I talked how to do that Wednesday), ignore the right-wing noise machine, and bring a modicum of sanity back.

Gird yer loins, sweet Americans. If you thought times have been intense already, we're about to barrel into maelstrom.

11/08/2018

Today's Post Will Be Tomorrow

Okay, this day got away from me. Sometimes a grown-up's job is work. And today was one of those days. I gotta stop ending posts with "I'll talk about this tomorrow." 15 years and I haven't learned that lesson.

Anyway, back tomorrow (really) with a post on how shit's going crazy.

11/07/2018

Random Observations on the Democrats Getting a Win and Trump Losing (Part 1)

1. Democrats won. Don't let any motherfuckers spin it any other way. It's that simple. No, Democrats didn't win as much as we would have wanted. Yes, they lost a couple of seats in the Senate. Yes, there were some heartbreakers, like Beto O'Rourke losing to the desert skink in a human skin suit, Ted Cruz. But, in the light of day, after all the counting is done, Democrats began Tuesday by having no power in federal government (beyond the Senate filibuster) and ended it with full subpoena and investigative power as the majority in the House of Representatives. That's a fucking unequivocal win, taking some longtime seats from the filthy hands of the GOP. And bathe yourself in the blood of the deaths of the political careers of Kris Kobach, Dana Rohrbacher, and Scott Walker, among so many other fucknuts. So quit bitching about the losses, hang in there for the recounts, get jazzed about the local and state victories, and get ready for the coming war.

2. We all want Nancy Pelosi to put on the deluxe spiked strap-on and ream the assholes of the Trump Administration. God, their yowls of pain would be like sweet music for the next two years. Lemme lay out a better strategy.
- Target the most corrupt cockmites in the White House, like Ryan Zinke and Wilbur Ross (although look for their resignations soon).
- Wreck the scumfucks in the GOP caucus, like Devin Nunes, Steve King, and Chris Collins, with ethics investigations. Demonstrate that we don't want traitors and Nazis and thieves in power.
- Shove a hearing enema into the sphincter of things like white nationalism, voter suppression, immigration fuckery, and anything that can shine a light on the shitpile of cruelty, negligence, and outright evil committed by the GOP and conservative nutzoids.
- And release the fuckin' hounds on judicial nominees. Yeah, the House doesn't vote on 'em, but it can sure as shit investigate if someone's a damn sexual predator.

3a. But pick the battles with Trump. Goddamn, I want him to suffer subpoena and arrests so fucking much that I can taste the orange tanning spray dripping off his sweaty face. I want him to watch his horrible jizzstain children sent to prison. I want him to see his fake empire burned to the fucking ground with lawsuits and bankruptcies until he is just another pathetic, poor old racist, mumbling to himself in some stinking room that he used to be someone. But the risk is turning Trump into a martyr because he loves playing the victim who needs his idiot hordes to defend him. Start with his taxes. Find out if he's really under "continuous audit," as he said today (Note: He's not because that's not a thing). Use that info to say he's a lying dickhole and should release his taxes. Then subpoena them. Then have a fuckin' fight. And when the Mueller report is issued (well, if it's issued now), use that as the basis for an investigation into how the Russians own Trump.

3b. The counter to this is that Trump is gonna whine and attack Democrats for any investigating at all, so, fuck it, may as well go whole hog. Go after all of 'em, from dumb thug Eric to skeevy thug Don, Jr. to incest model Ivanka, and make Jared cry. Go after Trump's finances, from his money-laundering to his hotels used as bribe machines to his dicking over of investors. Scorched earth this motherfucker. Fuck it. What do you think Trump's gonna do? Play nice? Make deals? Democrats won the House precisely to be a check on Trump. So fuckin' check away. And impeach the bitch.

4. Trump was a quivering, desperate little jelly man today at whatever the fuck that press conference was. He was lashing out at any reporters who dared to challenge him, going so far as calling an African American reporter "racist" for asking him about racism. You know he wanted to send goons to break CNN's Jim Acosta's legs. He was ranting and sweating and threatening and then trying to say he'd work with Democrats. He praised himself endlessly, going so far as to say that the only lesson he learned from the midterms was that "People really like me." He really said, "God plays a big role in my life." He claimed that candidates who he campaigned for won, despite the fact that that is objectively not true (he went to Montana four times, but Jon Tester won, for example). What we were watching were the wheels coming off the wagon as he realized that Democrats would now be able to show the Americans people that he really is just a tiny mushroom dick.

5. Shit's gonna get crazy pretty quickly. More on that tomorrow.


11/05/2018

Why People Who Vote for Republicans in the Midterms Deserve Your Anger and Spite

Let me tell you about my weekend.

I was at a reunion of a lovely, kind, generous family who I am fortunate to know. There were over 100 people there, all related to Irish immigrants who came to the United States at the start of the 20th century. A very old man walked over to the PA system that our hosts had set up, took the mic, and introduced himself as the oldest living family member there. He was the 90 year-old grandson of the first member of the family to come to the United States.

That immigrant, that young woman, Mary, arrived when she was 15, and she settled in Connecticut. "Then she worked and sent money home. And when she had earned enough, she was able to bring her sister over," he said. "And then they worked and sent money home. When they sent enough, their other sister came over." That's how it went with the family. They came to America, arrived in Boston or New York, and they worked and they sent money home to help their families and they brought relatives over when they could. That's the story of this country. There is no America without this story, multiplied millions of times over.

Now, this very large family contained multitudes. They had married people of other nationalities. They had married people of other races - black, Hispanic. There were same sex couples. Many of these couples had children, mixed race and mixed background, some adopted and some through IVF. There were physically and developmentally disabled people. There was an entire range of political beliefs. There was even a bagpiper. Every single person there accepted every single other one. That is also the story of this country. And there is no America without this story, multiplied millions of times over.

When we talk about "the American dream," we mostly think that it's something capitalistic, that if you work hard and play by the rules, you'll be comfortable, maybe even wealthy, and you'll be able to buy shit and do shit and you'll be happy because of it. But we know that's nonsense. We know that that American dream is just a hamster wheel that you run on endlessly for the amusement of people who don't have to worry about dreams.

Instead, what we should be talking about is the dream of America, something akin to Martin Luther King's dream, one that is about the way in which the United States is constructed. If you do not understand that this is a nation that only exists because of immigrants, that family unification (not the bullshit term "chain immigration") is the foundational way in which communities are organized and end up flourishing, that people deserve to be treated like people no matter where the hell they are from, that one group of immigrants, be they from Mexico, Somalia, or Ireland, is not superior to another, or if you think that we shouldn't allow refugees asylum here or that we should tear children away from their parents to teach them all a lesson in daring to believe in the fucking myth that the world is fed constantly about this nation, then you don't understand a goddamn thing about what makes America American. It's the fucking ability to live with each other without getting in each other's shit about who people are. It's learning that difference isn't scary.

My reason for being abjectly enraged by Trump supporters is not that I disagree with their politics, although I do. It's not even that I think they're assholes, although they proudly are. They enrage me because they don't want to even try anymore to pretend any of this has to do with anything other than racism and hatred. They enrage me because they want to take the one thing that actually does make America great - our openness to people from all over the world - and shitcan it.

And I know that the country has fucked up time and again when it comes to treatment of immigrants. I know that the Irish were once considered animals, and then the Italians, and then, and then, and then. There has always been the groups of people that were feared and reviled and discriminated against and deported and expelled. Same as it ever was.

Despite all of that, immigrants want to come here. And it's not because they get to try to negotiate a barbaric residency process or work shit jobs or any of that. It's for the reason that anyone would do it. It's the reason there is a caravan. It's so their kids can maybe have a better life, maybe even as Americans. Same as it ever was.

The sisters who came here in the early 1900s when Ireland was a shithole country worked awful jobs. They arrived during a time of higher unemployment than we have now, and during periods of recession and depression. They worked. They had American kids. It wasn't even a question. They had American kids. Now, generations later, a few of their descendants are rich. A few even work for the local and state and federal governments. Some have remained working class. Most are comfortably middle class. The dream, man. Why would we deny it to people now? How childish. How absurd. How fucked.

If you had any hopes two terrible years ago that Donald Trump would govern as anything other than the rank dick he has been his entire life, you know better now. If you had any hopes that Republicans would rise to the occasion and hold Trump to the same standards they held Democrats, you know better. You know the only way to slow Trump down is to elect Democrats. The only reason to vote Republican is because you want the America Trump and the GOP want.

Because of that, you deserve our contempt and our rage. You are the thugs. You are the gangs. You are the terrorists. You are anti-American.

And when I vote tomorrow, it will be to tell you to go back underground and wallow in your own hatred and filth and leave the rest of us the fuck alone. We've got work to do. Together.


11/02/2018

It's Not "Vote-Shaming"; It's Telling You Not to Be an Asshole

Let's put aside some very real and insidious impediments to voting. Let's put aside those affected by the vile voter i.d. laws that target the poor and non-white. Let's put aside those who have been purged from voter rolls by the corrupt fuckers who run elections in their states. Let's put aside people for whom poverty has made voting almost impossible, people who live in rural areas without transportation, people forced to work multiple jobs to just fucking live in this cruel economy, people who haven't gotten the education they need to do things like vote absentee. Put all of those citizens aside for this argument. This isn't directed at any of them because outside forces have screwed up their right to vote, which shouldn't happen in anything we want to call "democracy."

Hell, let's even put aside people who, for some fuckin' reason or other, can't negotiate our admittedly and absurdly baroque and broken patchwork of voter registration procedures.

No, this is directed at every wannabe leftist rebel or liberal louche slacker who thinks it's cool to be anti-establishment and who express that wannabe rebellion or coolness by not voting.

You think withholding your vote is some kinda fuckin' grand statement, that the Democratic Party is a corrupt machine that doesn't respond to real progressive goals; that you aren't going to participate in a system that is so fucked up; that money in politics, from Wall Street, from polluters, from billionaires, has screwed the electoral pooch and then turned it over screwed it again; that the Democratic candidate in your state or district pisses you off because they don't agree with you on everything?

Well, fuckin' welcome to the house of American politics. The Democratic Party is a corrupt machine, the system is fucked up, that electoral pooch keeps getting screwed by wads of cash, and every candidate will piss you off in some way. Yeah, it sucks shit to have to vote for Joe fuckin' Manchin. We know the joint's a mess, but it's the place where we gotta live. You can try to build another place, which means you gotta buy the building material, hire the labor, and get all the permits. Or you can pick up a broom and help clean up this one right now.

Not voting when you are ready and able to vote is privilege taken to the hilt. The non-voters on the left have decided that their beliefs trump (goddamn him for taking that word from us) whatever good can be done through elections as the parties stand now. If you don't vote and that causes Republicans to keep both houses of Congress, you have condemned yourself and all the people you think you're taking a stand for to at least two more years and the lingering effects of gutted social programs, of a war on women and non-whites, of an openly racist immigration policy, of inaction on climate change, and so very much more. You will be deciding that you would rather that happen, you would rather fuck up real lives of real people, than you compromised.

That makes you an asshole. That makes anyone you know who's doing the same an asshole. You are being a bunch of assholes. You have a choice here. You can choose to not be an asshole.

No, a Democratic Party with some power isn't going to change everything. But it's sure as shit all we've got right now. And I know, I know, I fuckin' know that every election is important. We should have learned that in 2010, when the failure of Obama's voters to show up at the polls brought us to this fucked point. Yet lemme pull the old man card: This one feels different. This one feels as if we have a chance to pull the country back from a precipice, and that if we don't, if Trump has his power affirmed, we're gonna head down some dark-ass paths that won't let you start a third party or whatever the fuck you wanna do. Dictators and their supporters tend not to like that shit.

By the way, dear disenchanted progressives and socialists, there is already a movement for change within the Democratic Party. The primary victories of Ayanna Pressley in Massachusetts and Andrew Gillum in Florida, not to mention Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez in New York City, will transform the party in those areas. Florida? You got that. Fuckin' Florida will likely go progressive. That's how you do it. You fuckin' gut the house you're in and rebuild that shit from the inside. If it can be done in Florida, it can be done everywhere.

Inevitably, someone will bring up that I'm "vote shaming" them. First off, fuck that phrase. When you fat shame or kink shame or slut shame, you are condemning someone for something that doesn't affect you at all. You feel uncomfortable so you lash out like a child. But voting is an action that has a direct effect on millions of other people. I'm criticizing you as a fellow citizen. As an equal. As an adult whose decisions have consequences.

Fuckin' vote. Fuckin' vote like it might be the last time you get to vote. Fuckin' vote because you know, in your heart of hearts, that Trump is a goddamn plague. Fuckin' vote to get some sanity back in our federal government. Fuckin' vote because you can.

Note: I don't believe this is about a large group of people. But elections have been so close lately that all votes matter.

Last note: If you're just too lazy to vote, go fuck yourself.

(On Monday, I'll talk about having the right to abjectly despise people who vote for Trump-supporting Republicans.)

11/01/2018

The Rude Pundit on Patreon: Join Up and Get More Rudeness in Your Lap, on Your Hand, and in Your Ear

Just a not-so-little reminder here that you can join the Rude Pundit Patreon page for as little as a buck a month and as much as, oh, hell, let's say a gajillion. What do your dollars get you?

For $1, you get a bonus post and one Rude Storytime each month. Like the recent "Rush Limbaugh Loses His Goddamned Mind (Again) When the MAGABomber Is Caught" and the audio story of when I was physically attacked by performance artist Karen Finley (it's a funny one).

For $3 a month, you get a bonus post a week and a Rude Storytime every other week. Like the recent History of Rudeness series, including "That Time a Lot of People Wanted to Kill Me" and the audio tale of how I lost my job at Sears.

This is not to mention posts where I dove into the QAnon Reddit cellar of crazy and where I recommend shit I like - music, movies, TV, maybe even a book.

For $5, you get all that shit plus extended versions of the interviews from Another Goddamn Podcast, like the most recent one with Kaili Joy Gray of Shareblue.

For $10, you get all that plus tickets to any upcoming Rude Pundit events (and I'm working on a new stage thing).

I'm gonna do an online hangout soon, and maybe, if the interest and love is there, some hangout hangouts IRL.

For $100 a month, I might be obligated to go down on you. I have to check the rules of Patreon.

And when you join, you get access to everything at that level posted so far. A whole buncha nasty, funny, occasionally sad, and sometimes even uplifting pieces.

The money isn't just going to booze and drugs and condoms. Oh, no. When the total reaches an amount where I can, I wanna do more video stuff and I wanna pay people to help out with the podcast (and maybe even a writer or two). We can create an Empire of the Rude together.

And, sweet rudesters, we will need an empire heading towards 2020.

10/31/2018

Don't Let Republicans Scare You Into Voting for Them

Yesterday, on the eve of All Hallow's Eve, Marsha Blackburn, the Republican nominee for Senate from Tennessee and the figure that will appear if you say, "Crazy-ass fundie" three times in a mirror, published a piece in the conveniently-named Tennessean newspaper. It's a tale of terror, one where there are hordes of terrifying figures staggering towards the United States and only Blackburn can stop them before they cross the border and eat your jobs.

Her opponent, former governor and Democrat Phil Bredesen, would enable the monsters, she asserts. Writes Blackburn, "[Bredesen] would be at the border to greet these illegal aliens with driving certificates, encourage them to work on his campaign, and then go cast a vote for him." They are an "invading force," this herd of immigrants, and they need to be met and dealt with as such, according to Blackburn, or they will just overwhelm us with their sheer numbers, which are around 5-7 thousand, with a couple of thousand children as part of it. But juvenile and infant zombies are still zombies. For Blackburn and almost the entire Republican apparatus, we gotta fuck 'em up and meet their force with force.  For freedom, goddamnit.

This is the scary story that President Donald Trump and the GOP are telling us around the bonfire of our nation. We're now amping shit up from "they're gonna want to eat and live and want us to pay for that" to "they're evil terrorists and gangs who will murder the fuck out of us" to "they're filthy, diseased scum who are gonna give you leprosy and scabies and other scary-sounding things."

Seriously, on that last one, Michelle Malkin, who is apparently still a thing, wrote in the National Review (motto: "Xenophobic from all the way back when conservatives knew how to spell the word"), "It’s neither racist nor xenophobic nor hateful to discuss the impact of unfettered mass immigration and unvetted caravans of illegal border-crossers on our public health." Of course, the caravan isn't "unvetted" because they're going to ask for asylum and go through health screenings and perhaps even receive medical assistance (which, yeah, we'll pay for because that's what you do when you're a supposedly Christianish nation that is allegedly the greatest, superest, wealthiest, goldenest bunch of motherfuckers that ever congregated on a single piece of earth).

Meanwhile, Trump can't get enough of talking about how terrible the bedraggled refugees from Central America are. "You look at that caravan and you look largely, very, you know, big percentage of men, young, strong. A lot of bad people, a lot of bad people in there. People that are in gangs," he babbled barely coherently to Laura Ingraham on her Fox "news" program, The Ingrown Toenail

Of course, there aren't a lot of bad people there. Surely, there are likely a few assholes in the group, as there are assholes in every group, even in your church or school or book club, but mostly they are young people and families. Here's one detail from today's Washington Post that doesn't scream "bad thugs." Twin brothers, both 17, "shared a single pair of pink sandals — found on the road — with their father" as they walked the miles and miles from Honduras. I'm gonna say they're not MS-13.

When you reach a certain age or you've read enough recent political history, one thing you'll know pretty fuckin' clearly. Republicans will try to make you shit yourself in fear so that you go to the voting booth or sit down to fill out your absentee ballot with underwear full of shit. And if you're not shitting enough, Republicans will go even bigger to scare that shit out of you.

They've been doing this and doing this for years. Quick sample: There's an ad from the 2010 midterms, from the Nevada Senate race, where Republican Sharon Angle was running against Democrat Harry Reid. Angle called Reid "the best friend an illegal alien ever had." That ad showed filthy Mexicans crossing the desert. In 1994, Republican California Governor Pete Wilson had one with immigrants riding horses through the border stop. This is a devolution of the Republican Party which, under Reagan, at least tried to be semi-rational about immigration.

So now we've got Trump talking about eliminating birthright citizenship, which he has mentioned before the idiotic Axios interview clip that came out yesterday. He actually tweeted today, "So-called Birthright Citizenship, which costs our Country billions of dollars and is very unfair to our citizens, will be ended one way or the other" (fucking moron misuse of capitalization is all him). Well, shit, undocumented workers pay taxes. By the IRS's own numbers, it's around $23.6 billion. Wonder how much they get from that infusion into the federal government.

Republicans would want you to be frightened by the possibility of waves of children of undocumented immigrants needing welfare and food stamps and, horror of horrors, public education. But you know why immigrant parents want their kids born in the United States? So they can be Americans. So they can try to succeed as Americans. Very few people actually come here just to spawn and pollute your nice country and steal your precious social services. No, they come here and they live and they work and they fall in love and they fuck and they have kids. Like people everywhere.

How about this, anyone who is thinking of voting Republican: Don't let them do this shit again. Don't let them trot out all these fucking bullshit ads that are meant to make you afraid of poor people looking for the same goddamn fake American dream that immigrants have always sought. Tell 'em to shove it up their racist asses. Tell 'em that boogyman doesn't work anymore.

Compare Trump's insane accusations to George H.W. Bush, who said in a 1980 Republican debate, "We're creating a whole society of really honorable, decent, family-loving people that are in violation of the law." Ask yourself who benefits from your fear. If it's you, then fine. Cling to it, like on things such as health care. But it's not you in this case. The only people who benefit from you shitting yourself over immigration are the people who will maintain power through your fear. You get nothing from it.

And they won't even pay to wash your pants.

10/30/2018

Baby Trump Will Eat NYC (and Probably Everything Else)

I've had a shitty day and a headache that's eating my eyeballs. So I put this stupid thing together from the Impeachment March (which was more of a small, sad rally) in NYC this past Sunday. Enjoy.

10/29/2018

Donald bin Trump

In the wake of the last week's string of terrorist attacks and attempted attacks on the United States, President Donald Trump offered scant comfort. Indeed, if anything, he exacerbated the damage by refusing to issue anything more than rote words of muted outrage.

Even this minimal nod at what we might consider normal human empathy was undercut nearly immediately by Trump labeling the news media as "the Enemy of the People" because it criticizes him and by his continued racist language when it comes to the immigrants who are seeking asylum in the United States and by his ongoing condemnation of Democrats, especially people of color, like Maxine Waters and Andrew Gillum. This is not to mention his invocation of the words "nationalist" and "globalist," the buzzwords of the anti-Semitic right.

It's obvious that Trump has no interest in uniting the country unless it's united in worshiping him. He has no interest in the cruel and awful things that happen in the country except in how they make him feel. "As President, as bad as you felt before," he said about the "terribleness" (his word) of the Pittsburgh synagogue massacre, "you feel worse.  And I just — I just find it hard to believe."

He specifically declined to reach out to Barack Obama or Hillary Clinton, the former president and secretary of state, in case you need reminding, after they had been mailed pipe bombs. When he was asked if he would call them and others, he said, dumbly, "Uh, if they wanted me to, but I think we'll probably pass."

His continued demonization of Democrats as aiding and abetting crime, if not being outright criminals themselves, is perverse in the wake of the week's tragedies - the Pittsburgh massacre, the Kentucky racist shooting - and the potential tragedy from the bombs. At a rally in Illinois on Saturday, Trump pronounced, "The Democrat Party is openly encouraging millions of illegal aliens to break our laws, violate our borders, and overwhelm our country."

Both the pipe bomber and the synagogue shooter (no, I won't say their names) specifically cited the caravan of immigrants as reasons for their crimes. No one fanned that flame of fear when it comes to the border and immigrants and the caravan more than the president. If violence is committed and that is the reason given for it, then Trump is the number one propagator of that.

We have faced times when a president has used language that seemed coercive or confrontational. George W. Bush famously said to other countries,  "Either you are with us, or you are with the terrorists," and many of us interpreted it to mean he was talking to us, too, we who knew that we were about to stumble into an idiotic war and enforced patriotism. And the political campaigns that came after were all about judging who was faithful to the mad war and the mad nation fighting it.

But there is something different here. Bush at least pretended that he was talking about the nation as a whole when it came to devotion and pride. Trump doesn't give a damn about any of that. He is the country and the country is him. It is devotion to him and his beliefs that matters above all else. You see that at his rallies for the midterms. The ostensible candidate he is supposedly there to support takes a minimal role, less the backseat and more the trunk, to Trump basking in the crowds' adoration.

Trump's goal is nothing less than separating the country into those who love him and those who don't. and those who don't are his enemies. Right now, it's any media that doesn't give him glowing praise, Democrats who won't blindly support him, and any protesters who happen to get in his sights. He has no interest in bringing the country together, even in the simplest circumstances, like after a tragedy. No, his desire is to divide the nation, to break it down, and to destroy it, like a building on the historic registry that he'd dynamite to build one of his obscene towers with his dunce-like name mounted on it like a child's underwear at camp.

When Osama bin Laden, the al-Qaeda leader and mastermind of the 9/11 attacks that, in many ways, brought us to this moment, was interviewed in 1998 about the goals of his terrorism, he said he wanted this nation to fall apart: "We predict a black day for America and the end of the United States as United States, and (it) will be separate states." He sought to sow divisiveness that would make Americans fight with each other in order to advance his desire to bring about a united Islam to eject the West from Muslim countries.

Osama bin Laden is dead. Donald Trump is the new terrorist leader. No, obviously, not of al-Qaeda, but of a large minority of sympathizers in this country, call them "Republicans," if you wish, many of whom are sleeper agents, ready for some unknown signal to launch an attack, as we saw in this last week. Some may be even more extremist than Trump, but that's the way it is with terrorists. Trump seeks to maintain power through threats and bullying, isolating and calling for punishment of heretics from his dogma.

Sure, this is hyperbolic, but we have to come up with new ways to think about this sociopath that is president. The old ways aren't working. Instead, we have this dead-eyed monster who is incapable of basic feelings towards other people, except for greed and lust, those things that only pleasure him.

He doesn't more forcefully condemn attacks against Americans because those being attacked are his enemies. He wants them fearful. He wants the sun to shine only for those he deems worthy.

And if Democrats don't win next Tuesday, and perhaps even if they do, he will go even further to silence anyone who dares to oppose him, we infidels, all.

10/24/2018

The Future New York Times Profile of Today's Bomber

For about an hour, Jesse MAGA Dogspit held forth about why he officially changed his middle name to the abbreviation for Donald Trump's campaign slogan. "I wanted everyone to know whenever I filled out a form or picked up my disability check that I am a Trump man through and through," he said over a pile of PVC pipe, nails, wires, and fireworks powder, the ingredients for his bespoke bombs that he has gifted to Democrats as a show of dissent from what he sees as political correctness gone amok.

Mr. Dogspit, who allowed us to say that his location is "somewhere real Americans live," walked to his Ford pickup truck dressed in gray Dickies coveralls, a red Make America Great Again hat "that never leaves my head, even when I'm lovin' up my wife," and Caterpillar steel-toe boots. He took a bag of timers he purchased at a local hardware store out of the front seat. "Earl down at the Ace, he knows what I'm doing," he explained. "He gave me a discount because of it."

Born in southwestern Pennsylvania and moving frequently, Mr. Dogspit has been a constant presence on Reddit and 4Chan message boards for the last three years. Under the username "LibtardSkullfucker," he has spun out some of the most incendiary, and, for many, insightful commentary of the age of Trump.  In an email, TrumpIsGod8814, a moderator on the subreddit r/The_Donald_Is_Mein_Fuhrer, told the Times, "LibtardSkullfucker is the man. He can tell you how Hillary Clinton's stinky pussy is a toxic waste dump that would have poisoned America and you'll think, 'Damn, that makes sense.'" He signed the email, "Send nudes."

Some of Mr. Dogspit's most popular posts include "George Soros Is Gonna Get Bombed," "Hillary Clinton Is Gonna Get Bombed," "CNN Is Gonna Get Bombed," and "Barack Obama and Eric Holder Are Gonna Get Bombed." One anonymous 4Chan user said, "I like his posts because he says who he wants to bomb."

Mr. Dogspit will be the first to tell you that his beliefs aren't for everyone, but he refuses to be labeled by "those damn liberal traitors." He explained, "I'm not racist because I don't hate niggers for being black or spics for being Mexican. I hate 'em 'cause they're lazy. That's not racist. That's common sense. If you show me a nigger or spic who's hard-working, I say let 'em clean our floors or mow our lawns." This audacious approach to what some might call extreme conservative positions makes Mr. Dogspit seem like a younger and more foul-mouthed President Trump than a dangerous mad bomber. "What am I saying that Mr. President Trump, sent by the Lord to save America the Beautiful, isn't saying?" he said several times during the interview. "Besides, Democrats want socialism and open borders, so they're the real racists."

In the evening, Mr. Dogspit spends most of his time on chatrooms and message boards. In addition to r/The_Donald_Is_Mein_Fuhrer, he is a regular and popular figure on subreddits like  r/HillaryIsALizardPerson and r/Trump_Prophesies, and 4Chan boards like JewOvens and LynchTheObamas. "I know what I say isn't for everyone, but my people understand where I'm coming from," he smirked, pointing at the number of upvotes his latest post "I'm a nationalist, too!" He gave us an innocuous "OK" gesture.

Leaving for the evening, Mr. Dogspit said he had some errands to run and he wouldn't be back until morning. His wife, Mary Ivanka Dogspit, came out of their antique mobile home and said, "Aw, he's just gotta go make some meth. Bomb parts don't pay for themselves." She pointed as the bruises on her arms and said, "Aw, he just gets excited when we're makin' love. He wants me to talk like President Trump, and when I can't, he hits me. I'll just have to practice more." She stared after where he had driven away. "He plays the guitar. He tell you that? Sings like an angel."

10/23/2018

Republicans Will Hurt You More Than 100 Caravans of Immigrants

You have to be a special kind of son of a bitch to look at filthy, exhausted people wearing rags and desperately trying to get somewhere they won't be raped, tortured, murdered, or forced into gangs or where they won't watch their children starve to death, and think, "Fuckin' stop them because they gotta be terrorists." You gotta be a particular type of motherfucker if you exploit those families, those mothers, those fathers, those children in order to whip a horde of idiots into an orgy of xenophobia and racism where a perverse, heaving mass of flesh, all sweat and pimples and whiteness, so much whiteness, pumps and sucks, fucking themselves until they reach an undulating roar of intolerance. Goddamn, the stink.

At each of his rallies of the damned, President Donald Trump, a lump of cow shit with bits of undigested hay stuck in it, has been that son of a bitch and that motherfucker, frothing in a Mussolini-esque squawk about the immigrants and the vile Democrats who allowed this to happen and the depraved leaders of Honduras and Guatemala and Mexico who have not halted the march of the immigrants. Jesus, how the mob of Trumpistas lap it up like semen spooged straight from Jesus's circumcised dick, fighting over each other for who can ingest the last precious drops as Trump does his dance with the ghost of Hitler, demonizing, condemning, promising violence, stopping just short of advocating violence himself, but ensuring that the mob's adoring hatred will drive them to the voting booths to protect him, protect the future he has promised, the white future, the rich future, when the nation is Mar-a-Lago and you're either a member or you're staring in longingly from the gate.

Trump has mastered the art of layering lie upon lie, creating a shit parfait of lies, the essence of his entire career. He told the gathered villagers in Houston last night to get their pitchforks and torches ready for the "caravan" of immigrants traveling to the United States border with Mexico because "I think the Democrats had something to do with it and now they're saying I think we made a big mistake because people are seeing how bad it is...look, that is an assault on our country and in that caravan you have some very bad people. You have some very bad people and we can't let that happen to our country." Yes, the president of the United States, with no evidence at all, is saying that the opposition party is behind a mass of immigrants who are hiding evildoers. He said earlier in the day that, if you search the thousands of immigrants walking over 1000 miles, "You’re going to find MS-13, you’re going to find Middle Eastern, you’re going to find everything."

Many of the Hondurans and others are fleeing from vicious gangs who have threatened to kill them or their families, who have killed family members, who have taken over communities. You think that they'd want open gang members to be along with them? Or are they in disguise as young children being carried by their parents? And, as for Middle Easterners, you think that immigrants who want to start a new life are totally fine covering up for terrorists? They'd probably be able to tell the difference between a Saudi and a Guatemalan.

You know what would happen if those immigrants were treated like asylum seekers and refugees ought to be treated in the supposed wealthiest, greatest, mostest wonderfulest, sexiest nation in the history of the earth and universe forever? The adults would get jobs. They'd open businesses. The kids would go to school. They'd all create safe communities if they didn't have to worry about ICE coming in to tear their worlds apart. They'd want to become Americans if our shit system for allowing that wasn't hopelessly backlogged and broken. They would barely be a blip in the immigration radar.

Some would commit crimes, sure, but, statistically, at a lower rate than citizens. And a few might join a gang because that's just how the world goes. But the vast majority just want a goddamn life and a chance for their kids to survive and thrive and they are willing to fucking walk 1500 miles for the barest thread of hope. (And, by the way, the caravan is just inside Mexico. Walking nonstop, it'd be at least two months before they got to the border, unless George Soros provides them with some helicopters, so everyone just calm the fuck down.)

Even if every single one of the immigrants were let into the United States, it would have no effect on your life (unless you work in resettlement or enforcement). They're not all gonna settle in your neighborhood. Some would live with family already here. The rest would be dispersed to different areas. The most you might see is a new family moving in next door. If that frightens you, well, you're a fucking dumbass and aren't worth talking to.

You know what will have an effect on your life? If Republicans continue to run the government without any check on their power, Mitch McConnell has vowed to go after Medicare and Social Security cuts to help pay for the tax cuts for the greedy, wealthy pig fuckers who fund our fraught and frayed political system. That's a real goddamned threat to you and your family.

If Republicans keep both the House and Senate, they have vowed to try again to overturn the Affordable Care Act, even as they blatantly lie about protecting the pre-existing conditions exemption. That's a real goddamned threat to you and your health.

If Democrats lose in the midterms, we'll fall even further behind on anything to slow climate change as even supposedly smart Republicans have come down on the "Well, the climate is changing, sure, but we don't know what causes it" side of the bullshit (even though we totally know what causes it). That's a real goddamned threat to you and safety and security and property.

You know what's not a threat to you, your family, your health, your safety, your security, and your property? The fucking caravan of immigrants in Mexico right now. If you give an actual shit about protecting your ass, you'll get rid of the people who have flat-out promised to do shit to kill you.

Vote for Democrats like your ass depends on it.

10/22/2018

WSJ Writer Says Liberals Hate Trump Because "He's an Average American" (No, Really)

Wall Street Journal writer and name that seems to have an extra syllable, David Gelernter, writes about "The Real Reason They Hate Trump" in a "column" today (if by "column," you mean, "a straw man argument by a noodle-brained author"). The "they" is me and people like me and probably you, the left, liberals, the Bolsheviks, whatever the fuck they're calling us these days in the WSJ.

Gelernter, "a computer science professor at Yale and chief scientist at Dittach LLC," according to the bio, asserts that "Mr. Trump reminds us who the average American really is." Apparently, the "average American" is some fake working class rube who is kinda dumb and shoots his mouth off whenever he damn well pleases and likes to spend money (even though, you know, most working-class yokels don't have money). While Gelernter freely admits that Trump is really "a parody of the average American," which means he's performative and inauthentic and distinctly not genuine, he sure thinks liberals are assholes for not loving him. "I believe...that the Trump-hater truly does hate the average American—male or female, black or white," he writes. "Often he hates America, too."

What is most honestly stunning about Gelernter's really fuckin' weird piece is that almost every single thing he cites as a quality in Trump is simply, factually wrong. For instance, he says the left hates Trump for "his unwillingness to walk away from a fight, his bluntness, his certainty that America is exceptional, his mistrust of intellectuals, his love of simple ideas that work, and his refusal to believe that men and women are interchangeable."

Let's break this down:
"His unwillingness to walk away from a fight" - It's as if Gelernter has never heard of Trump's quisling behavior towards Russia or his abject abandonment of anything like a policy with North Korea or his refusal to even define a fight with Saudi Arabia. He has backed down on family separation, shutting down the government, scrapping NAFTA, Mexico paying for the wall, and multiple other things. He runs away from any fight where he doesn't hold all the cards, and he sure as hell doesn't get into any scuffles when it's with those who are his personal financial benefactors, the nation be damned.

"His mistrust of intellectuals" - Trump doesn't mistrust intellectuals. He only trusts the ones who reaffirm his Manichean world view. Like, you know, David Gelernter, who doesn't believe that climate change is due to human activity and thinks that the left is imposing a hateful doctrine on innocent college students, who is called an "anti-intellectual" despite being a motherfucking computer scientist at Yale, which would seem to make him a fucking intellectual. And Gelernter was considered for science advisor to Trump. You know what that's called? Trusting intellectuals, fucko.

"His love of simple ideas that work" - Gelernter must not have looked at any of the articles about the insane clusterfuck of labyrinthine layers Trump uses in order to cover up where his money comes from. See, "simple" would make it totally fine for him to release his taxes.

"His refusal to believe that men and women are interchangeable" - is fucking nonsense that only sexists assholes says in order to try to cover up the fact that they're sexist assholes.

(Note: I'm trying not to talk too much shit about Gelernter on a personal basis because the guy was almost killed by the Unabomber, so, you know, a bit of sympathy is in order. A bit.)

There is this absolutely desperate attempt on the right to make Donald Trump, someone who is at best a fraud, at worst an enabler of terrorism and other crimes, into something honorable. It's kind of pathetic, like the Washington Post's Marc Thiessen's recent piece, "Donald Trump's Balls Taste Like the Sweetest Candy." Oh, wait. No, that was the subtext. The actual title is "Trump could be the most honest president in modern history." And why is that? Because he said he was going to do some shit and he did it. What Thiessen sleazily leaves out of his piece is that each thing Trump promised to do that he's done has not had the effect he swore it would have, like that the tax cut would be great for everyone and tax revenue wouldn't be affected. Well, now Mitch McConnell is talking about cutting Social Security and Medicare to pay for it. That makes Trump a fucking liar.

See, the Left doesn't hate America. Built into the notion of "Make America Great Again" is a hatred of the country as it exists now (or 2 years ago because I guess America is great again because the president is white again). And conservatives and their anti-intellectual intellectuals have to stereotype liberals as having disdain for the working class. Gelernter gelernts, "The difference between citizens who hate Mr. Trump and those who can live with him—whether they love or merely tolerate him—comes down to their views of the typical American: the farmer, factory hand, auto mechanic, machinist, teamster, shop owner, clerk, software engineer, infantryman, truck driver, housewife. The leftist intellectuals I know say they dislike such people insofar as they tend to be conservative Republicans."

Motherfucker, there are people in every one of those jobs who fucking despise Trump. Do they hate the country, too? Do they count as "average" or is that only available to Trump voters? And it would take a computer scientist attempting political analysis  to write something this ludicrous: "Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama know their real sins. They know how appalling such people are, with their stupid guns and loathsome churches." You mean the same Barack Obama who, unlike a certain current president, regularly attended church with his family? Are you still pissed about his "God and guns" remark? But I thought you liked people who speak their fuckin' mind. You just fuckin' said that about Trump.

Once again, the Trumpian right reveals its deep, abiding disgust with anyone not worshipping their mad orange god. Oh, they can pretend they are willing to dance with the folks down in steerage, but it's almost always some privileged prick writing about how much he (and it's almost always "he") really gets the average American.

They only love regular folks when they enable Trump's greedy, ignorant, piggish agenda.

10/19/2018

Jamal Khashoggi, Drone Missiles, and Us

The murder of Jamal Khashoggi, from what we know so far, is a goddamned nightmare. Lured to the Saudi embassy in Turkey, he was captured and tortured, brutally, by psychopaths under the direction of the leader of Saudi Arabia, Crown Prince (and, you know, fuck you if in this day and age you're still getting to lead a country because some inbred jizzed you out) Mohammed bin Salman.

His fingers were cut off with a bone saw while he was awake. Think about that for a second or two. Put aside that he was a writer and that the message was clear that his ability to type was being taken away. Think for a moment about knowing your fingers are being removed. Think about that pain and the awareness that, even if you live, everything in your life just got fucked up. And then they injected him with something, perhaps sedating him, perhaps just paralyzing him, before beheading him and slicing him to pieces with the bone saw for easy transportation.

The idea that we would want to sell weapons to a country led by someone who could order such a thing on anyone, let alone someone who was a permanent resident of the United States, is abominable beyond comprehension (as are most of weapons sales). The idea that anyone would justify not condemning the murder and the murderers because they don't want to miss out on the chance to sell those murderers weapons is unspeakable. Yet here we are.

But what if Khashoggi hadn't been butchered by savages with a bone saw? What if, instead, Saudi Arabia had used missiles fired by drone aircraft to destroy a building that held Khashoggi? The use of drone missile and other airstrikes has rained death upon civilians for years. Both the Saudis and the United States have done and continue to do this in Syria, in Yemen, in Afghanistan, and elsewhere. And let's not be naive that it was always unintentional.

While civilian deaths are called "mistakes" and occasionally (if rarely)  apologized for, any outrage over them is quickly forgotten as casualties of war. Presidential adviser and the guy you totally pictured when you read "Bartleby the Scrivener" in college,  Jared Kushner, has told Trump that he thinks the outcry now will blow over, just like it did when the Saudis bombed a schoolbus in Yemen. And he's right in one respect. Most people don't think twice when someone is killed by drone missile because we're told the dead are evil or adjacent to evil. Or "oops, our bad."

I'm not trying to take away from the horror of this killing. And I'm not merely trying to say the pedantic, if true, "Well, the United States does some brutal shit, too." What I'm trying to say is that it's not that big a leap from the United States using a missile attack to take out a propagandist for ISIS or al-Qaeda to sending men to dissect a writer a prince doesn't like.

Of course, another way to see this is that bin Salman didn't give a shit about anything other than punishing a heretic as a message to anyone who might dare criticize him and his "progressive" regime. It's not even outside the realm of possibility that Kushner or Trump just winked at this as a plan. Jesus, just last night our goddamn miserable son of a bitch of a president praised Rep. Greg Gianforte for body slamming a journalist, a crime for which he pleaded guilty.

And, as part of a cover-up to defend bin Salman, who is getting ready to pin this on a rogue intelligence official who let an interrogation go bad, Republicans are starting to discredit Khashoggi by intimating that he had ties to terrorist groups (or groups that some see as terrorist). That assertion has already made its way into conservative asshole media, and if this trial balloon floats, Trump will go whole hog and his idiot hordes will accept it as gospel.

If that happens, then any opponents of Trump and his owners (the Russians, the Saudis, the screaming ghost of Roy Cohn, who knows who else anymore) are absolutely in danger. They will concoct a story that appeases any qualms of those who are on Trump's side.

It'd be so simple: "That CNN reporter in Iraq was just in the wrong place at the wrong time when our drone missile was taking out a cell of 10...no, 20...no, 30 terrorists. And what was she doing there at the time anyways?"

10/18/2018

Rude Storytelling Tonight in NYC

Hey, NYCers and NJites, I'm doing some storytelling tonight at the Red Room at KGB Bar with some great comedians and tellers of tales.

Come on out. We'll drink, we'll bitch, we may even laugh and cry.

10/16/2018

Trump Goes to See Hurricane Michael's Wreckage, Deny Climate Change

Our goddamn president, a highway garbage bag filled with live rats, took his hostage-wife down to Florida and Georgia to survey the catastrophic damage left behind by Hurricane Michael, a storm that moved incredibly quickly and grew in strength incredibly quickly before slamming into the Florida panhandle like a runaway dump truck.

Its strength and speed boggled and amazed Donald Trump, something he felt compelled to mention at every fucking stop on his little disaster tour. "You know, this hurricane happened very quickly," he said at a briefing in Macon, Georgia.  "In fact, it was a storm.  Nobody thought it was a big deal, and then all of a sudden, it started and then became a Category 4.  It happened very quickly."

Yes, imagine. What could make it develop so fast? If only there were, I don't know, science-type persons who searched for cause thingies. Oh, wait, we totally have scientists who can explain this because that's what the fuck scientists do. See, the water was warmer than usual for this time of year due to climate change and that caused the rapid intensification of the storm. The good news? "A warmer climate makes rapid intensification more likely." Nah. There's no good news unless "Oh, thank god, we'll all be dead soon" is good news to you.

Of course, for our goddamn president, climate change is merely part of the ephemeral circle of life, man. When he was asked if he thought climate change was a hoax, he bebopped, "No, there’s something there.  There’s no question.  There is something there — man-made or not.  I mean, there’s something there.  And it’s going to go, and it’s going to go back and forth.  But there is something there." Seriously, that's some "This is the way the world ends" shit right there.

And then Trump had to reveal that someone had told him something that he now will repeat on an endless loop: "They say the worst hurricanes were 50 years ago, if you can believe it.  In fact, the one that they say was worse — so two or three worse — one was in 1890s, and one was exactly 50 years ago.  The winds were 200 miles an hour.  So who knows?  But that’s what the — that’s what the numbers are."

Three things:
1. Exactly 50 years ago was 1968, one of the mildest hurricane seasons ever. Yes, Hurricane Gladys did some damage, but nothing massive and mostly in Cuba.
2. No hurricane with 200 mph winds ever hit the United States.
3. Yes, there were some bad storms in the 1890s. And the damage was worse because it was the fucking 1890s. But Trump mentioned the Naughty Nineties a couple more times, and I promise you it will be repeated like a record skipping in his brain for the rest of time. (Look up "records skipping," kids.)

Several reporters referred to his 60 Minutes interview where Bumblefuck the Clown President blamed reports about human activities contributing to the warming of the earth on sinister-ass scientists. He said to Lesley Stahl, "You'd have to show me the scientists because they have a very big political agenda." Climate change deniers use this line all the time: scientists have agendas, they're greedy for that sweet, sweet grant money, and more. Putting aside the outrageous bullshittery there, who has more money on the line here? A couple hundred professors and researchers? Or the entire fucking fossil fuel industry? It's not that Trump doesn't know this. It's that his yahoo brigade doesn't seem to understand it.

(Side note: Any time Trump says you need to prove something to him, the immediate follow-up should be, "Fine, show me your fuckin' taxes and prove you're a billionaire and not a liar and criminal, Thievin' Donald.")

Look, as usual, Trump said a bunch of stupid shit while staring dumbly at everything in Florida and Georgia. "Nobody has seen anything like this," he claimed, when a lot of people have seen things like this. When the governor of Georgia mentioned the damage to the peanut crop there, some combination of neurons and jabbering hamsters in Trump's idiot skull clicked and he said, really, "Jimmy Carter, peanut farmer, and a nice man.  He is a nice man.  Met him on numerous occasions.  And if you think about it, that’s what he did, right?  Peanuts.  So it’s great." No one had fucking brought up Jimmy Carter.

That's all painful and hilarious and hilariously painful and painfully hilarious. But the real issue here is for people who plan on living past the next couple of decades. One of the key issues for the midterm election is if we're going to stop Trump from degrading the environment further. Nothing can be done to reverse things unless Democrats have far more power than just the House. But the House can stop funding for all kinds of shit, like coal subsidies and the like.

This is your choice, young voters and millennials. There are things that are never gonna go back to the way they were. We've fucked it up permanently. But it doesn't have to get more fucked.

Right now, think of the earth as a man who has lost a few fingers doing stupid shit to himself, like, I dunno, skateboarding over a crocodile pit or something. If that man stops skateboarding over a crocodile pit, he'll get to keep the rest of his fingers and not risk losing a limb or his head. Your vote will decide his fate.

And if you don't vote, President Thunderdumb will cheer on that skater until the crocs tear him apart.

(Note: Please don't skateboard over a crocodile pit. A snake pit, fine.)

10/15/2018

A Survivor of Sexual Violence Talks About Why She's Voting This November

Shortly after Brett Kavanaugh was confirmed for the Supreme Court, I got a tweet from a young woman I know personally but hadn't heard from in a while. She shared with me that she had been a victim of rape and assault (something I didn't know about her before) and that the Kavanaugh hearings, and especially the treatment of Christine Blasey Ford, had stirred up all the trauma she still dealt with. I asked if she would be willing to write something about what she's been feeling. That's the piece below. Just a heads up: it is a long read, but it's well worth it.

She wants to remain anonymous (and some details are changed or obscured to keep it that way), but she is very real. And her very real perspective is that Republicans screwed up big time in pushing Kavanaugh. The writer here wants to put the GOP on notice that women are done with this shit, and she wants November to be a reckoning on what men, especially conservative men, have put women through these last couple of years.

I'll shut up now and turn it over to her
:

A few years ago, I found myself walking into a fancy gala thrown by my college. Most of my peers would be there; I walked in, seemingly feeling confident in a pretty dress, anticipating seeing my boss and my coworkers. Truthfully, the only reason I went was because I had never gotten an invite to this gala, and I wanted to experience it just once (I’d heard that the food is pretty amazing). I found my coworkers and greeted them, but my eyes would wander around the room and around the balcony with an intensity I had never had. I had a classic case of denial, which I had gone back and forth with for months. I found my eventual seat, but then I wandered into the bathroom, crying and hoping I wouldn’t be noticed, or that this would just end soon. I knew just leaving would seem odd, so I decided to stay, despite the fact the person who sexually assaulted me was attending this gala.

Later that evening, I had composed myself, but I still watched the room with the same intensity. I had casual conversations, and I felt like I was permanently set on “flight” mode; finally, someone noticed my unease and offered to talk to me. I started crying. But I didn't reveal why I was watching or looking or even specifically what was wrong. My boss came over and said she wanted all of my coworkers and me to take a photo together. If there was ever a time I wanted to run out the door, it was that moment.

And then, there he was, upon my boss’s request for us to all take a photo together; I found myself within feet of the person who violated me. I was close to just telling her our coworker had emotionally abused me and sexually assaulted me just a few months ago. But there were too many people, and he was within earshot.

I told my boss I didn't want to be in the photo and tried to quietly escape, but she was insistent: she loved all of us, and I had to be in the photo. I found the very opposite side of the crowd, as far from him as I could be, and forced a half-assed smile across my face.

 While this photo was being taken, I thought to myself, “If I ever came forward with this assault, this picture would be used against me.” People would wonder what kind of stupid woman takes a photo with her sexual assailant in it. Why didn't she just, as they say, say, "no" and stick to it? Immediately after the photo, I found myself feeling violated.

Nobody, at that point, knew I had been sexually assaulted.

I am a little bit of a veteran on this topic; that is not something I find easy to deal with and I'm not remotely over any of this. I've gone as far to say to people I have a trauma resume.

At age 13-14, I was stalked online by a boy who told me he would hunt me down, marry me, and beat me on the weekends. That is only some of the fucked up shit he told me. I had to entirely cut myself off from the world. I had to cut off my emails, any and all accounts, because he would find me and pretend he was somebody else. He would find my email and send me pornographic images, and he repeatedly threatened me.

 For a year and a half, I had limited access to the outside world aside from going to school, a place he was absent from because it was cyber-stalking and I had figured out he was from a different state. I had been connected with him from an internet forum a friend of mine made. My parents found out about this because they noticed I was acting oddly. They saw the messages and called the police. The police said it "wasn't a big deal.” They hadn't even really looked at the evidence I gave them, which was numerous emails and chat messages showing what he was saying and doing. I know this because I gave them these materials where he said his supposed name, and I told them his name was in those messages. But they said they didn't know if it was his real name, so they couldn't act upon it. As a kid, I let this go quietly into the night; I hadn’t realized the gravity of their words and their inaction.

I was graceful. I didn't talk about it for probably five years because how the fuck do you talk about that? Who the fuck do you talk about that to? I mean, yes, a therapist, but, I mean real people. At 14, maybe 15 (this went on for over a year, almost two years), how many people your age are there who can possibly understand what it is to be stalked?

Statistically, after one victimization (such as stalking or sexual assault), you are more likely to experience a victimization or sexual crime in the future. I have experienced sexual violence twice. Once raped, once assaulted. Both times were clear-cut situations that could not be misconstrued.

When I was 14, I thought that was the worst of men I would see. I thought it couldn't get any worse. I thought my stalker was something special, some kind of special demon hell-spawn that was limited to his mother's basement and his dial-up internet connection as he traumatized girls (I knew another girl who he had done this to). I really thought maybe I’d seen the worst of men. Apparently not.

My first assailant, the man I tried to avoid at the gala, was a successful college student who did cutting-edge research in a field of science, who had seen a Title IX presentation on sexual harassment a combined 40 times at this job where I was his co-worker. This is where we met and subsequently dated.

He invited me to an empty house when his parents and siblings went away to an amusement park. He began wanting to do things I had seen in pornographic images. I said no. I cried. I begged. I explained I was stalked and had issues with these things; he told me I was letting him take the fall for what someone else had done. I was gaslighted, manipulated, and pressured in an unfamiliar house with all the lights off and cornered on a bed. He continued anyway. I feared this would escalate to rape since he began bringing up sex and kept putting his arms around me against my will. I left that house feeling as violated as I had felt the day I talked to the police. I decided to wash away my evidence. His father is a cop who would use his power against me. He would not idly stand by as a crazy woman accused his son of sexual assault.

A few months after the gala, I told the co-workers who had been there, asking them for advice. There was a terrifying proposition I had learned about: the school was running a campaign against littering, and several students’ faces would be plastered on posters throughout the school. My assailant volunteered, and his photo was taken. I wanted to know what school employee I should approach if his picture was about to be hung all over my campus’s walls. I had planned on countering this by posting sexual assault awareness stickers on his face on all of the posters if I came forward and I was ignored, but luckily the campaign never printed the posters.

My assailant is now a high school teacher.

There is a reason I am telling these stories. I’ll get there.

I recovered from the assault, only to be raped by a different man a couple years later. Much like before, I was manipulated, gaslighted, and pressured while dating this man. He cried because I wouldn't have sex with him. He threatened me, too. He told me I was abnormal because we hadn’t had sex. Still, I said to stop. I whined in pain and quite literally felt myself separating from reality after I had told him to stop enough times that I soon realized it was useless.

I won’t be going into any more details.

This man-child was a well-liked student at my college. I had met him through an extracurricular event I volunteered for at my school. Everyone I spoke to seemed to genuinely enjoy his presence. I asked everyone I knew if they knew who he was and what they thought of him. One person went as far as to call him a "sweetheart.” I won’t name him, as I am hoping he becomes irrelevant to the world for the rest of his life, and he is a person I genuinely fear.

The things these stories have in common is that they act as a rebuttal for every idiotic suggestion made in the last week about or toward Christine Blasey Ford.

Why didn't she report it?

Well, I did once. The cops couldn't be bothered to actually look through evidence in detail because it wasn't a "big deal,” and they didn’t think he should have to register as a sex offender because he was a “young dumb kid.” They thought I should just talk to him and tell him to stop. Yes, these are things I was really told. Because of their inaction, he continued to harass me long after their “investigation,” fully knowing the police had investigated him. (I had informed him in an attempt to get him to stop.)

Why didn't she say no?

Well, I did. It didn't matter. In any situation.

Why didn’t she tell anyone?

It was five years before I spoke about being stalked to anyone. I spoke about the latter experiences much sooner because, you know, experience and all with sexual crimes, and after I was stalked I learned more about them.

Why didn't she tell her parents?

My parents only know I was stalked, and that’s only because they saw something and the cops were called. I would have otherwise not told them. Nobody in my immediate family knows about the other two experiences, at least in detail, and I have never admitted something occurred even as they have tried to unravel my sudden sexual assault activism.

Why doesn't she remember the date?

I don't remember the dates of any of these events. I figured out the approximate date, but I didn't exactly mark "Sexual Assault Anniversary" on my calendar. I also cannot remember anything that happened the rest of the day.

Why are you so scared of them if it was so long ago?

It doesn’t matter it happened 20 years ago or 5 years ago. I still fear the last assailant the most. I always will.

We can sit here and comb through every horrible statement made by Republican senators until I die at my computer (or, I guess, maybe get assaulted again). As I watched Brett Kavanaugh cry and blither at his hearing, I saw my rapist crying and I saw his same manipulation tactics. I heard his words in Kavanaugh's. I had a relapse in symptoms. I started freaking out when I went to locations where I had been with my rapist that I visit almost daily because it's on my commute to school. I started having nightmares again.

It all came flooding back because of the constant questions I found myself answering in my head for Christine Ford because of old white men and Susan Collins. And my responses are nothing special: I echo the responses of many sexual assault victims who are sitting silently with their traumas haunting them daily, or at least every time we nominate another sexual assailant to a high position in politics.

Speaking of the senator from Maine, Susan Collins reminded me of how, when I told friends of mine about my assaults, they asked me when I would get over it. Some people even told me they didn't want to be my friend any longer due to the severity of my trauma.

Susan Collins reminded me of why my assailants are wandering around without consequence.

Susan Collins reminded me of why the cops didn't think my stalking was at all serious. She later stated that Ford was assaulted but not by Kavanaugh. I have never known who my stalker is (there's no certainty the stalker gave me his real name) and that is a terrifying reality. I do not walk around claiming some man was my stalker willy-nilly. I may never know who he is or what he looks like or where he lives.

But I also have two situations where I know who they are, and for Susan Collins to think these two situations are the same is offensive to every survivor out there. Their faces and their voices are burned into my memory and are perhaps the most haunting aspect of these events; I could not forget it if I tried.

Susan Collins standing up there praising Kavanaugh is no different than when I told people what these men did to me and they refused to believe it because he's a "nice guy.” I argued with people. I cut people from my life. All because they refused to think someone can be different behind a closed door.

I woke up the Friday morning after hearing Kavanaugh and Ford feeling nauseous and defeated. I went to bed that night seething with rage.

All I have learned is when you have evidence, it's not enough. Not a big deal. When you tell friends, it's not enough. He's a nice guy. They could be lying because they're friends with the victim or assailant. Maybe they don't remember being told or don't want to come forward. When you even do a rape kit, it's not enough. You might have said yes. There is always some counter argument, unless you are wearing a camera. So unless walls become sentient and can soon testify, it is near impossible to have real corroborating evidence. And even then, it might have just been a normal night for the four walls where this took place, so they might not remember it.

To add insult to injury, the two assailants would not think they did anything wrong and would deny my accounts. (The stalker actually emailed me and apologized five years later, which is a weird as shit way to apologize considering he stalked me and still had one of my emails a half-decade later; I did not accept his apologies.)

And don’t mistake my anger for hatred of men. I do not hate men. I hate the rape culture they have fostered. Both of the men who committed these sexual crimes identified as Democrats and even sometimes called themselves feminists. There is a very real issue with men thinking sexual crimes are limited to dark alleys and the full intention of raping someone, instead of realizing the world does not fucking revolve around them when a woman says no.

I hate that Republicans have decided to turn #MeToo into #NotHim and blatantly deny the existence of this culture. Men on both sides of the political aisle are responsible for the collective trauma of women, but there is a big difference between an assailant resigning in disgrace, such as Al Franken, and another getting elected as president or serving on the highest court in the land.

I am coming forward with my traumatic stories in all of my anonymous "glory" - for the lack of a better word - because I am still seething with rage. I am tired of every idiot with a mouth and half of a brain giving me an opinion on what sexual assault is like and when it doesn't matter anymore.

Republicans, by disparaging Christine Ford, you have disparaged all sexual assault survivors. You have forced us to answer to society once again. We went to work and heard people talking about Kavanaugh. We went to the doctor and saw Ford crying on the waiting room television. We sat at family dinners and listened to opinions of people we know and love and realized we could never reveal what happened to us to them. And please, don't tell me about the falsely accused, because a false accusation is rare.

The investigation of Kavanaugh was a sham, and all of the horribly insulting things you said to survivors who were strong enough to come out in record numbers will not be forgotten. My faith in the system has never been lower; in fact, my faith is nonexistent. You have disparaged us for the last time.

I am pissed. I am coming forward. And I will not soon forget the circus you have put us through. Although I've stopped short of detailing these events publicly, I am getting more vocal, trying to tell people what sexual assault is really like.

Let's just hope one of us activists reaches your daughters and granddaughters before a predator does, senators, since they're the only women you care about anyway.

Republicans, I will vote for, campaign for, and donate to your future Democratic opponent with the same level of rage I felt when America told me my trauma wasn't as important as a man's reputation.

And please, don't you forget it. I won’t.