Did Trump Finally Fire Steve Bannon?

Der Furor Donald Trump and his  Svengoolie sycophant Steve Bannon

[Original Post August 13, 2017. UPDATE AUGUST 18, 2017]

If  President Donald Trump wants to distance himself from the atrocity in Charlottesville, he needs to fire “White House Chief Strategist” Steve Bannon.

And he did. Maybe.

It’s time the United States of America stops paying a Nazi who works for it’s destruction. But I’m surprised Trump did. While he isn’t a Nazi himself, he’s apt to overlook his sycophant’s sins. The white nationalists marching to defend the statue of Confederate slave-defender Robert E. Lee were Trump fans. And to Donald Trump, the only sin is not worshiping Donald Trump. Not maiming, not hating, not slavery, not even killing.

Yet there were “many sides” at fault in Charlottesville, figures Der Furor.  Any “side” that got killed or hurt shouldn’t have been there causing trouble for the Nazis. (This advice from Bannon, claim some.)

Once again, we witnessed the triumph of Trump’s will. There is no right or wrong outside the balloon soul of Donald Trump. Morality is a pin wielded by his enemies.

And as long as Nazis and white nationalists adore Der Furor, there is no harm, no foul. That’s the strategy of chiefly keeping the whites for the Trump White House.

However, even with Bannon exiting, expect more Charlottesvilles. They still consider the Bad-Comander-in-Chief their leader. After all, Der Furor still thinks there were “nice people” marching alongside the people shouting “We will not be replaced by the Jews.”

Boy Scout Zinke Guards His Nuts From Squirrel

Overgrown ex-Montana doofus Ryan Zinke (left) guards his nuts behind squirrel Donald Trump,  notorious pudenda predator

Der Furor Shits on Miss America Once Again


Recently, the guy in the White House spoke to an audience of Boy Scouts at their annual jamboree. In what is traditionally an inspirational salute to common moral decency and shared American values, Der Furor once again dropped his trousers and took a shit on Miss America.

Trump used the occasion to brag about himself. Surprise. After saying who needs to talk about politics, he talked about politics. Surprise.

He used a crowd of 40,000 Boy Scouts to boo his political opponent in the last election, and insult the last president. Surprise.

He used the Boy Scouts to threaten his own Health and Human Services Secretary Tom “Toad” Price with firing if the Senate did not pass the health care bill he himself could not be bothered to read or promote. Surprise.

And finally, he used the occasion to brag about his sex life. That was not just a surprise, but a Noble-nominating-surprise, since the brag came hidden inside an undeserved insult to a dead but influential New York developer. That final assault on moral decency came in his lines about rich guys and yachts and how he’s “not” going to tell 40,000 boys about what rich guys do on yachts but they “know life. You know life.” You know where he’s going. He wants to talk about having sex with the ladies, or as Der Furor would put it, nailing broads. It’s all about pussy with Der Furor. Why not brag about your sex life in front of children?

Remember when these guys made fun of Hillary Clinton for using the word deplorable?


Traitor Trump gets Impaled by Vlad

“Hey Vlad, how much money do I get for the launch codes again?”


Der Furor Receives Orders to Collect Voter Info from Boss Putin


Russian agent Donald Trump used a meeting with world leaders to collect further instructions from his Moscow puppet-master Vladimir Putin.

The meeting occurred in full view of the public earlier this July in Berlin.

“Der Furor is secure that the blatancy of his betrayal will be excused by his 36-percenter minions,” declared Vice President Mike Pence, not really knowing why.

“The people who voted for me are very, very loyal and very, very stupid. Exactly as Steve said they would be,” Trump explained, referring to a policy devised by his neo-Nazi advisor and boyfriend, UnterFuror Steve Bannon.

Following those orders just this week, Traitor Trump initiated the Soviet, I mean, Russian instructions on how to track down and punish all his opponents.

On Thursday, July 19, the Mad King gave new orders to his henchmen to collect the names, addresses, phone numbers and online names of every voter in America.

The information is scheduled to be handed over to UnterFuror Bannon who will then pass the information along to his cyberthugs.

“Dick and pussy pictures,” promised Bannon with a wicked laugh. “It’s amazing how many people you can hurt with pussy  and dick shots showing up in their Facebook profile.”

“After that, the concentration camps will be built,” said Trump. “They will be beautiful, absolutely beautiful camps, let me tell you. They’ll be made in America, too. The inmates will build them. They’ll be free. I mean, no money, the inmates will work for them. Work makes you free.”

“Work makes you free! I like that,” laughed Bannon.

Montana GOP Chair Resigns, Blames ‘Blabbermouth’ Trump

Disgraced MT-GOP Chair Jeffrey Beauregard Essmann

By Lance Grider

Jeff Essmann, Chairman of the Montana Republican Party abruptly resigned last month, citing a controversial new gaffe made by “that blabbermouth Donald Trump.”

“That’s it for the Montana Republican Party. We’re dead,” Essmann admitted to Little Big Town MT.

But the boner Essmann credits with damaging his party is not Trump’s latest howler, made May 10th at the White House, when he dimwittedly revealed classified information to a roomful of high-ranking Russian spies.

Instead, Essmann says the damage came in late March, when Trump discovered that Abraham Lincoln was a Republican. “Does anyone know that? (A) lot of people don’t know that,” Trump told his usual discombobulated fan club.

That information was kept top-secret by the Montana Republican Party for well over a century, said Essmann.

“If the rank and file of our people realize that Abraham Lincoln—a liberal who freed human slaves—was a Republican, Montanans won’t vote for another Republican in a hundred years.

“We’d managed to keep that a secret for so long, like forever. Now that big mouth has spilled the beans.”


Montana GOPpers kept the legend of Abraham Lincoln HIDDEN for over 100 years–until Trump!


Speaker of the Montana House Austin Knudsen, echoed Essmann’s bleak assessment of his party’s future. He too blamed the inexperienced and bombastic New York entrepreneur.

“It isn’t Jeff’s fault that the party’s future is stinko. It’s that damned Trump! He shoots from the hip. Right at his own mouth.”

Former MMA wrestler Greg Gianforte, usurper of Montana’s sole congressional seat, admitted Trump’s announcement caught him unprepared.

“Donald Trump has the brain of a goldfish. He knows nothing about American history. He’s never read a book–not even the ones with his names on them. He fires any Poindexter who does. How could he have found out Lincoln was a Republican?”

Speaker Knudsen agreed, asking “Who told him? Who? You know, he’s actually a Democrat.”

Gianforte admitted he has special reasons to despise the Railsplitter.

“Abraham Lincoln sent a gang of federal gun-grabbers to steal my great-grandfather’s guns. They stole everything else too, even the human slaves my great-grandpappy owned. Why? Because it was 1920?” explained Gianforte. “The slaves didn’t even need the Yankees to do anything except remove their chains. They watched the Yankee troops march down the road, and they all ran away as soon as supper was over.

“So I know all about suffering at the hands of liberals like Rob Quist and Abraham Lincoln.”

Our Dear Leader Donald Trump summons forth the essence of Abu bin Lincoln


‘Salsa Solution’ Cheaper than Building Walls guesses Der Furor

Donald Trump prefers human flesh

Der Furor  demands you look at the size of his meat! It’s yuge!


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This is crazy I know, but I’m hearing from a lot of places that Der Furor is a cannibal.

Now, I don’t want to believe this. In fact, I’m saying right now it’s not true. But a lot of people I know are saying that Der Furor is a cannibal. I’ve spoken to investigators and psychiatrists and reliable media people like Alex Jones, people who really know, and they’re all talking about it. Someone needs to look into this, they really do. After all, we have as much proof as anything Der Furor says.

Look, he had all these people running against him for president, where are they? Where are they now? Remember when he had 10, 15, 20 goofballs running against him to be on top of that GOP totem pole, where are they? Where are they now, do you see any of them?

No you don’t because he ate them. Der Furor ate 20, 30 guys running against him for president. It’s crazy. It’s crazy, I know. But that’s what I’m hearing.

Why isn’t Der Furor in jail for eating people? Why isn’t he on Rikers Island, that nasty place in New York City where all those Law & Order cops stash their bad guys, it’s really nasty I hear. He deserves to be there folks he really does, he’s a bad dude.

But you will never see the Republican controlled congress put Der Furor on trial and send him to prison for cannibalism, it’ll never happen, it’s a complete scam. Why? Why?

The National Enquirer, they ran a story about Der Furor munching on a kid he picked out of an L.A. crowd once, a little Hispanic kid, he threw his parents a couple of pesos, but you can’t find it anywhere. Why? Have you ever asked yourself why you cannot find any stories about Der Furor eating children?

Have you ever asked yourself why you cannot find any stories about Der Furor eating children?

Because Der Furor is a rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich rich guy. But not as rich as he and the kids are gonna be.

That’s why you’ll never read about it, except here, on Little Bigtown MT. All those other media places, they’re scared. All they care about is money. They don’t care if Putin’s Puppet eats people.

He admitted it to the whole world back on Cinco de Mayo – “I love to eat Hispanics!” What do you suppose was in that taco bowl? Who was in that taco bowl is what you should ask.



“I Love Hispanics–They’re delicious”


GOPpers don’t care if he eats Mexican-Americans. They don’t care if he eats grandpas. They don’t care if he eats grandmas. They don’t care if he eats babies. Oy yoy yoy, the man eats human babies! And nobody cares. Nobody does anything! Here, Tweet us, don’t eat us Mein Furor. What a feedbag.




Der Furor recently invited gourmet dictator Philippines President Rodrigo Duterte to foul the nation’s home, the White House. Der Furor admires Duterte’s style of “leadership” and hopes to pick up some ‘table tips.’


 Who farted?

                    Who farted? He did!

Donald Trump foretold in Biblical Prophecy – The Unjust Steward

What kind of a Man Cheats Little Children? This kind.

We’ll have a fabulous war with North Korea, huge!

By Lance Grider

The parable of the Unjust Steward is found at the beginning of Luke 16 and it goes like this:

Jesus told his disciples:

There was a rich man whose manager was accused of wasting his possessions. So he called him in and asked him, ‘What is this I hear about you? Give an account of your management, because you cannot be my manager any longer.’

The manager said to himself, ‘What shall I do now? My master is taking away my job. I’m not strong enough to dig, and I’m ashamed to beg—  I know what I’ll do so that, when I lose my job here, people will welcome me into their houses.’

So he called in each one of his master’s debtors. He asked the first, ‘How much do you owe my master?’

‘Nine hundred gallons of olive oil,’ he replied.

The manager told him, ‘Take your bill, sit down quickly, and make it four hundred and fifty.’

Then he asked the second, ‘And how much do you owe?’

‘A thousand bushels of wheat,’ he replied.

He told him, ‘Take your bill and make it eight hundred.’

The master commended the dishonest manager because he had acted shrewdly. For the people of this world are more shrewd in dealing with their own kind than are the people of the light.  (NIV)

To sum up: A successful businessman tells his manager he’s going to fire him – but not until later, when he comes back from Cabo San Lucas or wherever. Until then, the manager figures that by cheating his boss, he’ll suck up to the boss’s creditors.

When he returns, instead of fireworks from his double-crossed boss, instead of punching him like a good entrepreneur, the guy shakes his hand and congratulates him. He’s a good businessman — he knows how to cheat people.

It’s an odd notion of profit that was fabulously popular in the Roman era. It assumes business deals involve two sides–a winner and a loser. You can find examples of merchants being cast as crooks are all over the Bible. They are also easy to find in contemporary Roman writers like Pliny the Younger. If you made a profit on a deal it was because you cheated someone. Adam Smith‘s labor theory of value, the notion that objects gain value through exchange and work, is seventeen centuries in the future.

Weirdly, there are people in the world today who hold this ancient if irrational prejudice. One of them is the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C.

For the real Donald J. Trump (Der Furor), you’re either a winner or a loser. His business ideal and heathen idol is not John Galt, it is Mr. Haney of Green Acres. You don’t have customers, you have suckers.

That’s why Der Furor had no problem cheating three little girls. In January 2016, three cute little moppets calling themselves “America’s Freedom Kids” danced their way onto one of Trump’s braunschweiger rallies. Trump’s management promised to pay them $2,500. They didn’t get it. Instead, they were told they could sell their cutie-pie merchandise. But they didn’t get to do that either.

Last July their manager finally gave up and decided, like so many other Der Furor debtors, he had to file a lawsuit.

Is it really any wonder that Der Furor would cheat three little girls? He cheated on all three of his wives.


Mr. Haney didn’t have customers, he had suckers.


Der Furor rules America by a slim plurality, 40 percent. Twenty-five percent are his foundation votes, Dittoheads, who will only vote for rich white males. He recruited a deciding 15 percent more, voters less politically involved, just still looking for hope and change. Joe and Jo Threekids, who just want a decent job and strong economy. They have yet to realize that, like Der Furor told the surprised workers of Carrier, all his talk about jobs was just a ‘euphenism‘.  He’s starting trade wars and building byootyful walls. That’s it. That’s all he knows what to do. It didn’t work for him, why would it work for president him? Buyer’s remorse looms across the land, at least that’s the loomer I’ve heard.

Der Furor thinks he’s the winner in the deal with America. Everyone else is the loser.

Slavoj Žižek Explains Why the Pervert President Trump Matters

The world-famous psychoanalytical philosopher explains to Little Big Town Montana why Donald Trump must mean something


Slavoj Žižek (slav-voy ziz-shack) is a psychoanalytic philosopher, critic, and Hegelian Marxist. He is a senior researcher at the Institute for Sociology and Philosophy at the University of Ljubljana, Slovenia (formally part of Yugoslavia), teaches German at New York University, and is international director of the Birkbeck Institute for the Humanities at the University of London. This is his first essay for Little Big Town Montana.


By Slavoj Žižek

Special to Little Big Town Montana


Donald ‘Der Furor’ Trump is the ultimate pervert artist. He doesn’t give you what you desire – he tells you how to desire.

The problem for Trump is not are our desires satisfied or not. The problem is how does Trump know what we desire.

The one measure of Trump’s true love is: he can insult the other. Trump feels free because he lacks the very language to articulate his unfreedom.

Trump’s words are never ‘only words’; they matter because they define the contours of what he can do ­– just like Trump Pants!

When Trump is shown scenes of starving children in Africa, with a call for him to do something to help them, he understands that the underlying ideological message is something like: “Don’t think, don’t politicize, forget about the true causes of their poverty, just act, talk about contributing money, so that you will not have to think!”  Trump stands the unmoved mover, he always says its gum on his shoes.

If Trump has reasons to love someone, he doesn’t love them.

The readiness to not assume the guilt for the threats to the environment is deceptively reassuring. Trump knows we like to be guilty since, if we are guilty, it all depends on him. Suckers! Trump knows we pull the strings of catastrophe, but we save ourselves simply by changing our lives or maybe our linen.

Philosopher Zizek

What is bigly hard for Trump to accept is when he is reduced to the role of a passive observer who sits and watches what fate will be. To avoid this impotence, he engages in frantic, obsessive activities. He recycles old tweets, he buys new stuff, then sells it for profit or loss, he installs long-lasting light bulbs at Mar-A-Lago—a fabulous resort in a gorgeous Florida setting you should really look into—just so he can say he is doing a deal.

Trump makes his Presidential contribution like the football fan who supports his team in front of a TV screen at home, shouting and jumping from his seat, knowing the power of a president who is always right will influence the game’s outcome.

For Trump, love feels like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures.  That explains Ivana anyway.

For Der Furor, humanity is okay, but 99 percent of people are boring idiots. Am I right or what?

Because the horror of liberalism, Hillary Clinton, is not that bad people do bad things — they always do. It’s that good people do horrible things thinking they are doing something great. It worked last November anyway.

Trump’s attitudes towards the other are characterized both by ignorance for otherness, rejection of them, and an obsessive fear of harassment. In short, the other is welcomed insofar as its presence is not intrusive, insofar as it is not really the other. Tolerance thus coincides with its opposite. Trump’s duty to be tolerant towards the other effectively means that he should not get too close to him or her, not intrude into their space—in short, that I should respect his intolerance towards my not having a 737. This is increasingly emerging as the central human right of advanced capitalist society: the right not to be ‘harassed’, that is, to be kept at a safe distance from others.

Der Furor’s true ethical test is not only the readiness to save victims, but also – even more, perhaps – the ruthless dedication to annihilating those who made them victims. Gary Busey told me that. It might have been Meatloaf.

The fact that a cloud from a minor volcanic eruption in Iceland—a small disturbance in the complex mechanism of life on the Earth—can bring to a standstill the aerial traffic over an entire continent is a reminder of how, with all its power to transform nature, humankind remains just another species on the planet Earth and that for Trump, volcanoes are the real cause of global warming.

Trump is extremely romantic. You know what is his fear? His postmodern, permissive, pragmatic etiquette towards sex. It’s horrible. He claims sex is healthy; it’s good for the heart, for blood circulation, it relaxes him. He even goes into how kissing is also good because it develops the muscles here – this is horrible, my God! It’s no longer that absolute passion. Trump likes this idea of sex as part of love, you know: ‘I’m ready to sell your mother into slavery just to fuck you Ivanka.’ There is something nice, transcendent, about it. He remains incurably romantic.

Der Furor told me a story. Once, a Russian FBG officer visited Jackson Pollock in his Jackson Pollock Hole, Wyoming, studio during the First Needless Mideast War. There he saw Drip No. 5 and, shocked at the modernist ‘chaos’ of the painting, asked Jackson: “Did you do this?” Jackson calmly replied: “No, Hillary Clinton did this.”  I’m pretty sure he made that up.

As soon as Trump renounces fiction and illusion, he loses reality itself; the moment he subtracts fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.

The liberal idea of tolerance is more and more a kind of intolerance. What it means is ‘Leave me alone; don’t harass me; I’m intolerant towards your over-proximity.”

Nowadays, Trump can do anything that he wants—anal, oral, fisting—but he needs to be wearing gloves, condoms, protection. Thank you Obamacare!

What for Trump is the Absolute? Something that appears to him in fleeting experiences–say, through the gentle smile of a beautiful woman before he swallows a Tic Tac, or even through the warm caring smile of a person who may otherwise seem ugly and fat. Think Rosie. In such miraculous but extremely fragile moments, another dimension transpires through his reality. As such, the Absolute is easily corroded; it slips all too easily through Trump’s fingers and must be handled as carefully as a butterfly.

What about animals slaughtered for Trump’s consumption? who among us would be able to continue eating pork chops after visiting a factory farm in which pigs are half-blind and cannot even properly walk, but are just fattened to be killed? Mm, ham sandwich thinks Trump. And what about, say, torture and suffering of millions we know about, but choose to ignore? Mm, ham sandwich thinks Trump. Imagine the effect of having to watch a snuff movie portraying what goes on thousands of times a day around the world: brutal acts of torture, the picking out of eyes, the crushing of testicles -the list cannot bear recounting. Would the watcher be able to continue going on as usual? Mm, ham sandwich thinks Trump. Yes, but only if he or she were able somehow to forget -in an act which suspended symbolic efficiency -what had been witnessed. His forgetting entails a gesture of what is called fetishist disavowal: “I know it, but I don’t want to know that I know, so I don’t know.” I know it, but I refuse to fully assume the consequences of this knowledge, so that I can continue acting as if I don’t know it.” Mm, ham sandwich thinks Trump.

Trump is a good Hegelian. If you have a good theory, forget about the reality.

Do not blame people and their attitudes: the problem is not corruption or greed, the problem is the system that pushes Trump to be corrupt. The solution is not, “Main Street, not Wall Street,” but to change the system so Main Street cannot function without Trump Tower.


Trump is a good Hegelian. If you have a good theory, forget about the reality


Beyond the fiction of reality, there is the banality of the Bannon.

Der Furor has no problems violating his own insights in practice.

Words are murder of a thing, not only in the elementary sense of implying its absence – by naming a thing, we treat it as absent, as dead, although it is still present – but above all in the sense of its radical dissection: the word ‘quarters’ the thing, it tears it out of the embedment in its concrete context, it treats its component parts as entities with an autonomous existence: we speak about color, form, shape, etc., as if they possessed self-sufficient being. Disaster.

In a traditional German toilet, the hole into which shit disappears after we flush is right at the front, so that shit is first laid out for us to sniff and inspect for traces of illness. In the typical French toilet, on the contrary, the hole is at the back, i.e. shit is supposed to disappear as quickly as possible. Finally, the American toilet presents a synthesis, a mediation between these opposites: the toilet basin is full of water, so that the shit floats in it, visible, but not to be inspected. […] It is clear that none of these versions can be accounted for in purely utilitarian terms: each involves a certain ideological perception of how the subject should relate to excrement. Hegel was among the first to see in the geographical triad of Germany, France and England an expression of three different existential attitudes: reflective thoroughness (German), revolutionary hastiness (French), utilitarian pragmatism (English). In political terms, this triad can be read as German conservatism, French revolutionary radicalism and English liberalism. […] The point about toilets is that they enable us not only to discern this triad in the most intimate domain, but also to identify its underlying mechanism in the three different attitudes towards excremental excess: an ambiguous contemplative fascination; a wish to get rid of it as fast as possible; a pragmatic decision to treat it as ordinary and dispose of it in an appropriate way. It is easy for an academic at a round table to claim that we live in a post-ideological universe, but the moment he visits the lavatory after the heated discussion, he is again knee-deep in ideology. Think Trump dump, see Trump dump.

Happiness was never important. The problem is that Trump doesn’t know what he really wants. What makes him happy is not to get what he wants but to brag about it. Happiness is for opportunists. So I think that the only life of deep satisfaction is a life of eternal struggle, especially struggle on one of your 18 golf courses around the world. If you want to remain happy, just remain stupid. And, like the song says, never make a pretty woman your wife. Authentic masters are never happy; happiness is a category of slaves.