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The chemtrails from Tucker Carlson’s jet home from Moscow had barely finished poisoning the air over Eastern Europe when Putin killed Navalny, providing a bracing start to another week bubbling with fresh murders and insanity.
 
Carlson had been to Moscow to kiss the Head Ogre’s ass. Even Russia’s Top Thug was critical of Tucker’s bow-tied white guy’s mealy-mouthedness towards him, probably expecting at least a bland inquiry about his responsibility for hundreds of thousands of deaths and rapes, but Carlson worshipped over Putin like Guy Fieri might slobber over a cheesesteak joint, thereby insuring, to the disappointment of many observers, that he got out of Russia without being poisoned himself.
 
The Kremlin announced blandly that its chief opponent had died of “sudden death syndrome.” This is a Russian euphemism for “getting slipped a KGB roofie.”
 
Back here, the Tangerine Drama Queen continued oozing his way to the Republican nomination for President like a wave of toxic sludge bursting out of a containment pond. Showing his continued delicate touch for race relations, Trump claimed black Americans like him because he is a criminal, like all of them are. Not content with that, he claimed to have restored prayers to public schools, beaten Obama in 2016, made “Israel the capital of Israel,” and promised that Americans would continue to be able to listen to AM radio in their cars.
 
That AM radio plank alone ought to guarantee his anointment in Milwaukee. He nails down the vote of everybody in the US who drives a vehicle made before 1963.
 
He also claimed political kinship with Navalny, except that he hasn’t been poisoned or locked up for years. “Just you wait, motherfucker,” Jack Smith was heard to say afterwards.
 
At the end of the week, he surged to victory in South Carolina despite looking and sounding like a man who had been slipped a massive dose of LSD and then hit in the face with bear spray. That caused all of his handlers to reflect that maybe Trump ought to up the ante on what he could do and still not lose a single vote, from shooting someone on Fifth Avenue in broad daylight as he originally claimed, to maybe exhuming the corpse of Queen Elizabeth and dry-humping it at one of his rallies, or catching Melania fellating Hunter Biden and roasting both of them with a flamethrower he happened to have in his golf cart.
 
He ended his speech in Nashville by saying: "They want you to say what they want you, what they want to have you say. And we're not gonna let that happen. You're going to say as you want & you're going to believe & you're going to believe in God. You're gonna believe in God because God is here & God is watching."
 
At that moment, on His Heavenly throne, God was rumored to have said, “Jesus Christ! Will somebody change the fucking channel?”
 
To which His Son replied, “You’ve got the remote.”

It has been reported that the Tangerine Drama Queen, despite all of his public caterwauling about having to fork over 350 mil to the State of New York for bookkeeping that bordered on the fantastical while running his businesses in that state, remains privately calm despite all his pissing and moaning about the Deep State, Joe Biden and the Ukrainian Air Force all being out to get him on Truth Social, which, incidentally, Trump is thinking about renaming T, to emulate a real billionaire.
 
“He’ll be okay,” said a Trump spokesman, who preferred to remain anonymous. “Last I saw, he was peacefully munching on a ketchup sandwich in the kitchen, wondering if he should make Tim Scott dress up like a lawn jockey at his next rally.
 
“All he has to do is send out another fundraising appeal. Unwashed dolts from all across the nation will rush to pay his fines. That’s the beauty of MAGA. Trump followers will hock their dentures in order to send him ten bucks. That happens 35 million times, and his escrow problems are over. Everybody’s got ten bucks. For Trump fans, that’s only half a box of bullets or the cost of a double catfish sandwich at Big Betsy’s Bar and Grill. It’s a small price to pay to keep them immigrants out of the holler, is what they figure.
 
“So what if they have to aim a little more carefully at the squirrels they sport-shoot from their trailer porches? Or drink Busch Light instead of Coors Light for a month? These people are ready to sacrifice to insure that Trump gets back in the White House. They remember all the good things that happened when Trump was President, like when their Aunt Hepzibah died of the covid and left them all her furniture, including that washer-dryer set that was practically brand new, and when you could get oxycodone pills down by the monument instead of having to dip your Winstons in fentanyl to get high.
 
“Shit was just better then, man. And Trump’s backwoods peeps don’t understand why Trump’s in trouble anyway, even if they catch a glimpse of CNN and find out about it accidentally. Over-inflating his property values? Around here, if a guy can trade a lame hound dog for meth fixings, or sell a pickup with a blown head gasket for Blue Book, that’s considered smart business. So what if you can call Trump’s accounting entirely fictional? Even if you renamed Trump’s ledgers Harry Potter and the Wands of the Whimsical Number Crunchers, MAGA’s don’t care.
 
“So, Trump’s not worried. He knows that every time he gets in trouble, yick-a-doos all over America are going to swipe ten bucks out of their grandma’s insulin money and send it to him, and feel good about themselves for bailing out a billionaire. They know Trump is the only President who ever let them keep their guns and a real guy who gets as mad as they do when they overhear a conversation in Spanish.
 
“Look, I’d love to keep explaining this to you, but I gotta go. Just got a text from Steve Bannon. I need to find out if they make jockey outfits in Tim Scott’s size.”

Scandal erupted as a special prosecutor’s report portrayed President Biden as an elderly man with "diminished capacities," including memory loss--News item.
 
Now that federal prosecutors are attaching snappy little personal impressions of their targets to their formerly dry decisions whether to pursue charges or not against the people they investigate, we can look forward to future reports chock-full of juicy details about their target’s behavior while being grilled.
 
It’s too bad the Justice Department has already wrapped up its investigation of Mike Pence, for example, exonerating him without talking any smack. Details like “Continually checked doors and screens in his home during the course of the interview to insure no trespassing insects would get stuck in his hair gel,” and “Seemed very distracted by a video of high school boy’s wrestling tournament playing on his TV, and even muttered ‘Their childish hands must get so slippery’ at one point, while moaning audibly,” would not have any relevance as to whether Pence held on to top secret documents deliberately, but would have provided much-needed titillation to an otherwise  dry exoneration.
 
But the big one is yet to come. If Trump ever sits for an interview with Jack Smith's team about his hoarding of classified documents, the template for that interview has been set. Here’s a plausible prosecutor’s report:
 
“Subject smelled vaguely of congealing feces, and tugged at what seemed to be an adult incontinence garment during the course of the questioning. Answered several questions regarding storage and movement of classified documents in his possession with the phrase ‘person, woman, man, camera, TV.’  Offered to stop interview and identify animal shapes any time we wanted to. Was particularly confident about his ability to recognize whales.
 
“Repeatedly asked why we weren’t questioning Nancy Pelosi, whom he claimed he had seen hanging around his pool. When shown a photo lineup including Ms. Pelosi, however, he couldn’t identify her, instead pointing to a photo of the deceased Israeli Prime Minister, Golda Meir.
 
“When questioned about his children’s activities, he said of his son, Trump Jr., that ‘if that little bitch ever testifies against me, he’ll end up poaching deer in the Pennsylvania woods for food.’ When Eric was mentioned to him, he said he was tired of hiring limos to drive Eric around, and just wished the boy would some day pass his driver’s test. He did not seem to recall Ivanka at all—when shown a picture of her, he simply said, ‘She’s hot.”
 
“Overall, subject seemed like the type of person who, if he hadn’t been handed half a million by his father, would probably be living in a rented trailer in a Florida swamp, wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap at all times to conceal his baldness, sitting on his tiny metal porch with a shotgun across his lap in order to blast any frogs that hopped onto his property, while yelling ‘Get offa my lawn,’ at the doomed amphibians.”
 
The precedent has been set, people. I just hope Smith follows it.

Global pop sensation Taylor Swift promises to destroy football and democracy in Las Vegas at the Super Bowl.
 
“Football will be easy to ruin,” Swift claims. “Wait until they see an attractive, leggy woman, who is me, jumping around excitedly at the Super Bowl. Football has never been associated with women with great bodies performing acrobatics and acting like they are excited, so when I do it, men will never want to watch the sport again. I’ve been told that on Twitter, so I have to believe it.
 
“Also, I’m going to fuck my boyfriend, who is a football player, afterwards. Getting sex just because they are football players is something that would humiliate most men, so I expect the popularity of the sport to nosedive afterwards, when I reveal that I just have sex with my guy because he looks good in tight pants and smells like a community whirlpool bath after the game.
 
“Destroying democracy will take more than a day, maybe, but I plan to give it a massive shove towards the precipice in Vegas by endorsing all the Democrats in front of my legion of fans and urging them to vote this year. As I understand it, from watching Fox and Newsmax, democracy only continues in the USA if Republicans win elections. When the GOP emerges on top that is when the American way wins out, as envisioned by the Founding Fathers, those musket-waving dudes who made our nation. But it’s not democracy when Democrats get more votes than Republicans. It’s Communism, Marxism, or socialism. Us billionaires love all three. I learned that from my Jewish godfather, George Soros, so when I appear at the Supe, I’ll be shaking democracy off like an old boyfriend.
 
“What will replace football? Not my problem. Kids who want to play jai-alai or quoits instead, go right ahead. Maybe one of those games where the players cut off the heads of domestic animals and kick them around the pasture while wearing turbans, if we can get enough immigrants from those countries. What will replace democracy? Well, there will be a lot of football players out of work, so I think the Kansas City Chiefs should rule the nation, with Andy Reid being the First Coach of the USA. Hey, he’s got the moustache for it. Anyone not wearing a bright red ‘We’re Number One’ foam finger will be deported.”