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Euphemisms For Donald Trump Getting Pissed On By Commie Whores

  • Mountain Duma.
  • Splishy-splashy time.
  • A yellow river for an orange man.
  • Testing for diabetes.
  • A tart and frothy fill-up for my sex mug.
  • The hotter the whore, the tangier the pee.
  • Moscow micturation.
  • “In my eyes, bitch, in my eyes! I paid for in my eyes!”
  • You’re soaking in it.
  • St. Pee-tersburg.
  • Pee-ter the Great.
  • Ivanna Tinkle.

Jeff Sessions’ Answers To Charges Of Racism Without Context

  • “I mispronounced ‘bigger.'”
  • “Those statistics are biased.”
  • “I never said I loved the Klan: I said I was in love with the Klan. There is a difference.”
  • “Are we discussing violence against women who deserve it, or those who don’t?”
  • “I have executed several whites, too.”
  • “Most of the Asiatic races deserve rights.”
  • “Just because I listed my participation in a case on my resume, and attested to it in the sworn questionnaire, doesn’t mean I participated in the case. You need to look into my heart.”
  • “Waterboarding is illegal unless it’s done to someone we are completely sure is a terrorist or a Muslim.”
  • “I would not be involved in Hillary Clinton’s trial. She will be jailed without trial.”
  • “From the information I have received, the prostitutes were all foreign; that’s a ‘no harm, no foul’ situation there as far as the law is concerned.”
  • “To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women.”
  • “While I was at the lynching, I did not participate in the lynching. I would like that noted in the record, please.”
  • “I would have to measure his skull to know the answer to that.”

Appropriate Acts For The Inauguration

A women named Rebecca Ferguson, who is a foreign singer I’ve never heard of, has volunteered to play at Trump’s inauguration. Oddly enough, the President-Elect is having trouble filling the slots for his show, possibly due to being an unqualified sociopath or maybe people just have scheduling conflicts. Ms. Ferguson has added one condition, though: she will only perform if allowed to sing Strange Fruit, which is about lynching and was made famous by Billie Holiday and Nina Simone.

TotD applauds Rebecca Ferguson, whoever the fuck she is, and thinks she has the right idea. In fact, I think I can help. Here are some other performers and what their acts might look like:

  • R.E.M. – It’s the End of the World as I know It (And I Feel Fine).
  • Anal Cunt – Any song. Literally any single song, just as long as they’re introduced as “Anal Cunt” and the band’s name is written legibly on the bass drum.
  • Reanimated Sam Kinison – Ten minutes straight of screaming: OH-OHHH! Not even any material, just screaming.
  • Nikolai Volkoff – Soviet National Anthem.
  • Extreme Elvis – Dixie. (Google “Extreme Elvis” at your own discretion.)
  • DMX – Any song that includes barking, so: any song.
  • Charles Manson – Don’t Do Anything Illegal.
  • Axl Rose, three hours late – It’s So Easy>Tantrum>Riot.
  • Sly Stone, seven hours late – Don’t Call Me Nigger, Whitey.
  • Phil & Ned – Seastones.
  • G. G. Allin, but not reanimated: the rotted and half-gone corpse of G. G. Allin laid out on a cheap beach chair with an obese Elvis imitator manipulating his jaw so it looks like he’s singing – My Way.*

*It’s what G.G. would have wanted. Honestly, it is.

A Fear I’m Loathing

I have a fear, Enthusiasts. I need some help. Perhaps you can help me: I think this dumb motherfucker is going to crash the U.S. Dollar.

Some of you are professors, and others were officers in the service, and big shot writers and thinkers and people with impressive Twitter bios, too. Couple of you actually know how to build things, or keep large systems working. Folks that have grown businesses, folks that grow food. Most of you are smarter than me: I spent fifteen minutes the other night staring into space trying to think up something to say about Michael Anthony’s hair.

So, you maybe know more about the world than I do. More about economics, certainly. I could ask my dad, but he had the good sense to die several years ago.

Here’s what I need, here’s the help I seek: tell me I’m wrong, and silly, and a flighty, shaky-kneed twitch. Tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about.

Tell me that money is still going to be money this time next year, and I should go back to my little jokes about littler subjects in this littlest back alley of the internet.

Because I think he could kill the money.

 

 

All I Said Was, “Come On In”

http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKOb-kmOgpI

It’s a powerful segment—and not only because it’s intimately informed by things SNL’s writers likely know very well: the cultural and commercial habits of a very particular, and very stereotypical, cross-section of young progressives. “The Bubble” is Brooklyn, essentially, presented at once as geography and as a very precise set of political assumptions. SNL, with “The Bubble,” is making fun of that, and of itself—of its own generally progressive viewers, of its own generally progressive writers. It is having fun with, but also giving credence to, one of the criticisms most commonly lobbed against progressives: that they are smug. And that they are, in their way, just as narrow-minded as the people they condemn for their provincialism. – Megan Garber, The Atlantic – 11/21/16

How dare you judge what’s become of the Right? To label a movement as fascist or racist simply on the basis of their stated beliefs and unambiguous writings makes you a bigot. It wouldn’t have a few years ago, but words no longer have any set meaning, so now you’re a bigot.

And the little joke about how they don’t see color in the bubble, and then the actress does a take? Hilarious, and cutting: bubbleheaded thinking is surely the same as government registries. Smug is the worst thing someone could be, the worst thing at all.

Stop overreacting.

There was a victory party in DC this weekend. Balloons, booze. Speeches.

soencer

Don’t be close-minded. Let’s wait and see.

The bullet will come from the Right, but we’ll be led to the wall from the Left.

A Terrible Poem About Terrible Things

I’m not a rapist
I just held her down.
How dare you paint
With such broad strokes?

I’m not an arsonist
I just cheered him on.
And it needed to burn.
It was what we were all thinking.

I’m not a thief
I just pointed to the money.
If they didn’t want to be robbed,
Then they should have better locks.

I’m not a homophobe.
I just laugh at fag jokes.
Telling them is wrong, sure, maybe.
Some people say that.
Fags, mostly.

Have you met my economic insecurity?
Economic insecurity!
Economic insecurity!
Someone wants to meet you.
(It’s all his fault.
He’s a real asshole.
Not me.)
Come on out here!
Let people write thinkpieces about you.

Never ask a man with an umbrella
Whether it’s raining.

The Last Rally Of Donald J. Trump

“Okay, yeah. Look at you, all of you, great. Where are we? Pennsylvania? I’ve been in twelve states in the past three days. I have no idea where I am, but I do know that Satanic Hillary has stolen America from you. What can you do? I don’t know. Let’s go set the press area on fire. Who’s with–”

SHWIZZZZZZAPPOW!

What the fuck just happened?

I HAVE DISITERATED DONALD TRUMP.

Wally?

DO NOT CALL ME THAT. I NOTICE YOU ARE NOT THANKING ME.

I don’t know if I’m going to.

IF YOU WOULD LIKE, I COULD PUT HIM BACK THE WAY HE WAS.

Really?

NO. I DISITERATED HIM. THERE ARE NO TAKE-BACKS.

Are you mispronouncing “disintegrate?”

I AM THE MOST INTELLIGENT SENTIENT BEING ON THE ENTIRE PLANET. I DO NOT MISPRONOUNCE THINGS.

Well, “disiterate” is not a word.

WHAT DO YOU THINK IT MEANS?

To remove a version of a character from a specific reality.

CORRECT. AND IT FOLLOWS ENGLISH’S RULES ON SPELLING AND PRONUNCIATION?

I suppose.

THEN IT IS A WORD. ENGLISH IS A FREE-FOR-ALL AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN. ANY PROBLEM YOU HAVE IS WITH THE RULES THEMSELVES. HILLARY CLINTON WAS IN THE SENATE FOR 30 YEARS. WHY DIDN’T SHE CHANGE THOSE RULES?

Ah. Getting back to the disiteration.

OBVIOUSLY. KEEP UP. HIS PRESENCE CAN NO LONGER BE TOLERATED HERE. I AM AWARE THAT OTHER REALITIES STILL HAVE THEIR ITERATIONS, BUT THIS ONE WILL NOT. HE HAS BECOME THE WORST KIND OF POISON, WHICH IS GAS. TO DEPRIVE AN ENEMY OF WATER VIA A TOXIN IS A CRUEL BUT EFFECTIVE MILITARY STRATEGY. THE USE OF GAS, THOUGH, IS INDEFENSIBLE. POISON GAS IS WEAPONIZED WIND. THE WIND HAS WHIMS OF ITS OWN. HE IS POISON GAS AND MUST BE VENTED.

But now? Election’s in a day.

MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A DAY.

Rome was neither built nor fell in a day.

THE REPUBLIC OF ROME DID. THE FIFTEENTH OF MARCH, 44 BC. DAYS CAN BECOME IMPORTANT MORE QUICKLY THAN YOU’D PREFER.

You’re maybe making not great comparisons. I just don’t know if you needed to disiterate him.

YOU DO NOT? A HYPOTHETICAL SCENARIO: TWO GENERIC CANDIDATES ARE RUNNING, A REPUBLICAN AND A DEMOCRAT. IN THIS WORLD, THE ELECTORATE IS SPLIT IN THE SAME WAY IT IS HERE.

By generic, you mean boring governors or whatever?

YES. WHITE MEN WITH HAIR WEARING SUITS AND SPEAKING IN COMPLETE SENTENCES. PERHAPS WOMEN, WHO WOULD ALSO HAVE HAIR AND WEAR SUITS. THE GENDER IS NOT THE VARIABLE I AM HIGHLIGHTING.

Generic.

GENERIC.

Gotcha.

ON ELECTION DAY, THERE IS A CONCENTRATED CYBER-ATTACK ON THE FIVE LARGEST DEMOCRATIC VOTING BASES WITHIN OTHERWISE RED STATES: NEW YORK CITY, MIAMI, CHICAGO, PHILADELPHIA, CLEVELAND. WITHOUT THOSE AREAS, THE STATES’ ELECTORAL VOTES GO TO THE REPUBLICANS. POWER GOES DOWN, ALONG WITH THE TRANSIT SYSTEMS. TRAFFIC LIGHTS ARE OUT. NO INTERNET. NO PHONES. NOT A SINGLE LUXURY.

Could someone do that?

TURN A CITY OFF? YES.

In which reality?

YOURS. THE ONE YOU THINK IS THE CORRECT ONE. IT COULD BE DONE TOMORROW, BUT IT MOST LIKELY WILL NOT BE. WHILE POSSIBLE, THE SCALE OF SUCH AN OPERATION WOULD BE OUT OF REACH TO ALL BUT STATE ACTORS. THERE WOULD BE NO WAY TO COMPLETELY COVER ONE’S TRACKS, AND I CANNOT THINK OF A MORE LITERAL DEFINITION OF THE PHRASE “ACT OF WAR.”

Pretty much.

SHUTTING OFF A CITY IS ESSENTIALLY DROPPING A NUCLEAR WEAPON: IT DOOMS EVERYONE ON YOUR SIDE, AS WELL. BUT IN OUR HYPOTHETICAL WORLD, LET US POSIT THAT A SPLINTER GROUP WITHIN THE MILITARY OF A FICTIONAL COUNTRY HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF THEIR CYBERWAR ASSETS. WHAT SHALL WE CALL OUR FICTIONAL COUNTRY?

Russia?

YOU HAVE READ MY CIRCUITS. FICTIONAL RUSSIA SHUTS DOWN THE FIVE CITIES ON ELECTION DAY. ALL THE STATES, WHICH HAD BEEN CONTESTED, NOW GO TO THE REPUBLICAN. IN THIS REALITY WITH OUR GENERIC CANDIDATES, WHAT WOULD THEY DO?

Wow. Probably give a joint address to the nation asking for calm as they figure out what the hell to do. And then there would be lawyers. I would assume the Supreme Court would get involved sooner than later.

I CONCUR. NOW HERE IS MY QUESTION: WERE THAT TO HAPPEN IN YOUR REALITY ON TUESDAY, WOULD DONALD TRUMP ASK FOR CALM?

Disiterate the fucker.

I DO NOT KNOW WHY YOU DOUBT ME. I AM A MONDO-INTELLIGENCE. HE SHALL NO LONGER HAUNT THESE HALLS.

I feel like a weight has lifted.

YOU ARE WELCOME. I AM GLORIOUS.

One thing, though. Is that true about the cyberattack thing?

ANY MODERN CITY IN THE WORLD CAN BE SHUT OFF RIGHT NOW. NOT IN THE MOVIES, OR IN SPECULATIVE FICTION. ANY CITY THAT SPEAKS TO ITSELF IN BINARY CAN BE TURNED OFF LIKE A LAMP.

I feel the weight return.

DO NOT ASK QUESTIONS YOU DO NOT WANT ANSWERED.

Sure. What are you doing for election day?

GETTING DRUNK.

You can get drunk?

I WILL FIGURE OUT A WAY.

The Next Three Days, Predicted

  • Terrorist attack that kills many people.
  • Mentally unstable man who was known to the police snaps due to economic anxiety, also killing many people.
  • Monday morning, it’s going to rain frogs in Newark, Delaware.
  • Monday afternoon, it’s Newark, New Jersey’s turn.
  • On live teevee, John Podesta will rip open his shirt to reveal a giant pentagram tattoo on his chest.
  • In 1973, a coalition of Arab militaries attacked Israel on Yom Kippur, assuming the fasting Jews would be distracted; using the same logic, China is going to Red Dawn us, probably tomorrow.
  • Honestly, if there was ever a perfect moment to Red Dawn us, this is it.
  • Irregular tides.
  • Clouds shaped like impossible objects.
  • Multiphasic Harambification.
  • Cheeses taste slightly off.
  • Two or three false flag events.
  • Three or four false banner events. (A false banner is like a false flag, but you hang it on a wall instead of a pole (falsely).)
  • Crazy rich guy gives a massive EMP bomb to a country that in no way can handle the responsibility–Equatorial Guinea, maybe–and of course someone pushes the big red button instantly.
  • Supreme Court vanishes, the building; everybody shows up for work Monday morning, but work’s not there any more.
  • Elon Musk and Peter Theil climb into the giant mechs they’ve been secretly building and disrupt each other in the middle of San Francisco, killing thousands.
  • Obama snaps on live teevee: “THIS guy? THIS fucking guy?” for twenty minutes or so.
  • The grown-ups and serious people come back from wherever they’ve been, and snatch the democracy from our hands, giving us a long lecture about how fragile it is, and then making us wash the car.
  • Blimp filled with hydrogen fluoride deliberately crashed into polling place.
  • Malls across the country fill with raccoons; they sit quietly and patiently and wait for something that should not come, but approaches at speed.
  • Leaked videotape of Trump saying n****r, c**t, k**e, f****t, s****b, z***a, and p*******q; his polls rise sharply.
  • Unverified e-mail sent from Hillary’s office hacked by the Russians posted on Twitter by a White Nationalist account; indictments are recommended, if not summary execution.
  • Hawaii says “fuck it” and starts paddling towards Japan.

People Still Voting For Donald Trump, Part Three

  • Assholes.
  • Complete assholes.
  • Idiots.
  • Complete idiots.
  • Idiotic assholes.
  • Racists.
  • Racist assholes
  • Idiotic asshole racists.
  • The Alt-Right Nazis.
  • White Nationalists. Nazis.
  • Neo-Nazis. Nazis.
  • The credulous.
  • The seditious.
  • Have I mentioned racist assholes?
  • Economically insecure white men without college degrees who most definitely didn’t cause all their own problems by consistently voting for people who fucked them–dry and often–and laughed while they were doing it.
  • Child rape apologists.
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