“The Robes and the Red Hat” by Blue Collar Cthulhu (click Follow!) The Supreme Court’s meeting this week, and the stars are watching. Not with hope. With horror. 🧵

Trump says, "There are two N-words, and you can’t use either of them." But I've got two n-words for Taco Don: 'Nazi' and 'Nitwit'. —Blue Collar Cthulhu 🛠️🐙✊

You ever stare into the abyss and realize it’s just Congress on recess? Federal shutdowns, frozen paychecks, and eldritch breakroom horrors. “MAGA”? More like Morons Are Governing America. Even the Deep Ones run better union meetings. Time to organize. The stars aren’t the only things that align.

Trump wants to turn American cities into military training grounds. I see civilians—hands raised, eyes wide—facing soldiers in their own streets. Not in unity. In fear. “MAGA”? More like Morons Are Governing America. You want greatness? Try respecting labor. You want force? Try fixing bridges. 🧵

BLUE COLLAR CTHULHU SPEAKS… They say the government’s shut down. Like it’s a busted vending machine—jammed full of promises, but nothin’ drops. And who’s holdin’ the keys? The same crew that swore they’d ‘drain the swamp’ and ended up building condos in it. 🧵

Applause for Trump and Hegseth at the all-generals meeting at Quantico today...

BLUE COLLAR CTHULHU (GRUMBLING): They called it an “all-general meeting.” I call it a cosplay convention for authoritarian nostalgia. Sitting here in Quantico, surrounded by brass & bluster, while the gilded ghoul at the podium monologues about greatness like it’s a bedtime story for billionaires.

WHO IS BLUE COLLAR CTHULHU? In the rusted shadows of the docks and the flickering lights of the midnight shift, something ancient stirs. He’s got tentacles, a union card, and a lunchbox full of existential dread. 🧵

BLUE COLLAR CTHULHU SPEAKS... They sent the National Guard to Portland. Again. Like clockwork. Like the gears of some ancient machine that only knows how to grind down dissent.

Why Fauci deserves the Nobel Peace Prize—and why that would make Trump scream loud enough to wake the Old Ones 🧵

You ever notice how folks get real loud about the wrong things? Like, I saw a guy at the gas station yellin’ about Tylenol. Said it’s poison for kids. Said it’ll rot their liver, scramble their brains, turn ‘em into little zombies.

"I stopped many wars, including between acetaminophen and ibuprofen!" #acetaminophen #DonaldTrump

Trump is NOT like Hitler. For example, Hitler isn’t in the Epstein files.

So the jester returns to the neon stage, cracking wise while the empire flickers. Jimmy Kimmel, armed with punchlines and union-backed writers, strolls back into the spotlight—and the Orange Taco loses his grip like a raccoon denied a cheeseburger.

It’s Taco Tuesday. Should be sacred. Should be simple. But no—here I am, trying to torque a dimensional valve with a rusted wrench because tariffs just hit the good stuff.

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So the surface world’s buzzing again. Rapture this week, huh? Trumpets, clouds, mass ascension—like a celestial fire drill but with more judgment and less OSHA compliance. I’ve seen this movie before. Spoiler alert: nobody clocks out clean.

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Listen here, bub. I didn’t crawl outta R’lyeh, clock in for 12 hours of interdimensional welding, just to watch some gold-plated suit tell working folks their problems are imaginary. I’ve seen madness. I am madness. But this? This is just bad management.