Look at the size of this penis!
Secretary of the Interior Ryan Zinke — he sure showed that guy who had the gun!
Ryan Zinke, who sold his honor, his integrity, and his soul to Der Furor, apparently likes turkey shoots. Turkey shoots are where animals are shoved out in front of a customer, who is then prodded and flattered into shooting it. He’s told he’s a mighty hunter, an Orion, a Nimrod. He’s just a dope who likes money too much.
[Original Post August 13, 2017. UPDATE AUGUST 18, 2017]
If President Donald Trump wanted to distance himself from the atrocity in Charlottesville, he needed to fire “White House Chief Strategist” Steve Bannon.
And thanks to Little Big Town MT he did.
Well, we like to think so.
The United States of America should never have paid a Nazi who worked for it’s destruction. But surprisingly, Trump did. While not a Nazi himself, (He’s a Trumpist all the way), Der Furor is willing to overlook the sins of his sycophants–providing they are loyal. 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. Nothing else means anything.
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 inside the balloon Trump uses for a soul. Morality is the 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.”
One villain down. Only the offal in the Oval Office left. C’mon Detective Mueller your country needs you!
Der Furor Poops on Miss America Once Again
Is this the incident that drove Rex Tillerson bonkers?
Last July, 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 now-disgraced 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?
Was this outrage what caused our Secretary of State to man up and call his boss a moron?
Remember when these guys made fun of Hillary Clinton for using the word deplorable?
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.