Democrats keep chasing the mirage of bipartisanship, reaching across an aisle that no longer exists. In a world where olive branches are firewood, hoping to appease the unappeasable,- find common ground with a tyrant. History? It won't just ask what MAGA destroyed - it'll ask what Democrats allowed.

Folks, step right up to Trump’s 50-year mortgage: pay till you die, and the bank still gets the house. It’s like serfdom, but with closing costs. Only a con man this seasoned could sell debt slavery as the American Dream!— one balloon payment away from eternity and he'll throw in the Ginsu knives!

Imagine, if you will, a gilded cage—spacious, opulent, yet insatiable. Inside, a voracious man with ten fortunes claws for an eleventh, not from need, but from FEAR: yes, fear that someone, somewhere, might have more. Welcome to America, Trump 2.0, where greed isn’t a sin—it’s a campaign platform.

Marine One, where duty meets indignity. A loyal Marine braces behind the Commander-in-Cheeks, executing the “Tush Push” as His Flatulence himself wheezes skyward—powered by equal parts ego, gas, and national embarrassment.

Enter Donald J Trump, aka- "The Teflon Don"—bulletproof, impeach-proof, felony-flecked—is spiraling toward an Icarus moment, wings scorched by Epstein’s ghost. The narrative’s slipping, the scapegoats dwindling. Could it be... accountability at last? Or just another rerun from Hell’s syndicate?

Tonight’s horror feature: “The Phantom of Wall Street.” starring Bill Ackman, corporate drama queen, trembling in his penthouse, as he watches democracy rise from the dead. Mamdani wins, and suddenly the billionaire prophet of profit is up late ghostwriting Trump’s next rant about socialism in SoHo.

Meet "Don" Trump, capo of the MAGA crime family. Truth? Sleeps with the fishes. Enforcers? How about 1500 freed insurrectionists! Disloyalty? You take a trip… under the bus. His message? An offer you can’t refuse- even if it's a lie. Musk may have more money, but Don? He owns the attention racket!

It's not that America doesn't have the capacity to feed the poor...it's that it will never have enough to satiate the rich. Welcome to the Oligarchy that is our new reality...

Meet MAGA Sam, about to learn fascism’s cruel lesson: it devours its own. At first, the punishments are not for the faithful but for “them.” Then come the job losses, the silenced voices,the disappearances, the shrinking freedoms—until the beast he fed turns,hungry still, and finds Sam on the menu.

Imagine,if you will: Laura Loomer—Trump’s Botoxed Rasputin, hissing conspiracies, frothing hatred, and basking in her delusion of power. A carnival ghoul in dark robes, as welcome as a flesh eating virus at a family picnic, proving that extremism not only survives—it gets facelifts. Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween- from that cheap Nosferatu knock-off, Stephen Miller...🎃👻👽

A Public Service Message to all entering MAGA territory about adjusting your clocks...

There's nothing like putting Trump in an unfamiliar position - on the defensive. The more he denies, the more ridiculous he looks...and the more free publicity Doug Ford gets. You can't buy this kind of exposure. And the more he protests, the more Reagan's entire speech gets played. Genius!

Trump's fuel? Attention. Trump's Kryptonite? Accountability. So tie every lie, grift, and broken promise back to him- not to "politics as usual" or "Trump will be Trump", but to him. The man who ran on “only I can fix it” and has spent every waking moment breaking things—and blaming someone else.

To all MAGAs: It was never about the price of eggs...rather it's all about the fact that Trump validates your prejudices and hatred... "I'm just one of the guys, like you!" His mantra... Simply put- he hates who you hate... And in a fascist world of "us vs them", you are now becoming the "them"!

OMG, you gotta love this. California (Newsome) and Ontario (Ford), the two largest economies in their respective countries team up in a friendly World Series wager that's also thinly veiled poke in DJTs eye. So funny. Gotta love these guys...video on YouTube.

This free publicity exposing the "emperor has no clothes" when it comes to the devastating effects of tariffs, looks like a stroke of marketing genius by Ontario premier Doug Ford. Trump's batshit denial, is worth way more than Ford's $75M ad campaign in red states. Way to go, Doug!

As you know, I'm a huge fan of Rod Serling, and this to me, in Rod's own words, says it all...

Tonight’s episode: “The Wrecking Ball King.” Watch as Trump trades allies for autocrats, bankrupts the middle class with magic tariffs, and razes the White House to erect a golden shrine to himself- because nothing says “America First” like ego over ashes. Democracy dies, but the chandeliers? Super!

“I didn’t vote for this,” they cry—shocked their hate had a return address. Crops rot, their neighbors vanish, rights evaporate like dew at dawn. But the signs were there: gulags in the blueprint, jackboots in the foyer. He said he’d be dictator for a day. They just missed the fine print: every day

Here we are- Idiocracy meets 1984. Napoleon the pig rebooted as President Camacho, spray-tanned and slogan-stuffed, ruling the barnyard via reality TV. Democracy’s sequel now streams in 4K—brought to you by fear, stupidity, and the letter "T" . Welcome to the dystopian world that is Trump 2.0.

So what's next? Brawndo coming out of the Whitehouse sprinklers? How about a Costco entrance to the West Wing complete with Carl's Jr burger dispensing machines. Oh and while we're at it let's add recliner toilets for the VIPs and complementary tickets to the movie "Ass"- just a giant butt farting.

The forces of authoritarianism are mighty, but history shows no despot- no matter how delusional, survives an awakened people. The power isn’t in Mar-a-Lago, the Supreme Court, or the billionaire class—it’s in the streets, town halls, workplaces, and the hearts of those who refuse to bow to a king.

A democracy teeters on life support as an orange tyrant fiddles like Nero to the sound of jackboots. It will not be saved by backroom strategists in smoke filled rooms, or pollsters or writers of stern letters of concern but by the actions of "we the people" who refuse to let it die! No More Kings!

French writer, Albert Camus once said-"Be careful, when democracy is sick, fascism comes to its bedside, but not to inquire about its health." And with a thin smile, it fluffs the pillow, smooths the sheets, and whispers, "Rest now—I’ll take it from here."

Witness a painted clown who rewrites history in crayon, blaming Biden for the mob he cheered from his throne of cheeseburgers. In Trump’s Twilight Zone, the arsonist blames the fire marshal, accountability is fake news and delusion is patriotic. The true insurrection is against truth itself.

Ah, no Nobel Peace Prize for the Mussolini of Mar a Lago? Well there's always a coin as consolation for this mango man-child...

Uh, oh!

"Christians get out and vote. Just this time. You won't have to do it anymore. Four more years. You know what? It'll be fixed. It'll be fine. You won't have to vote anymore, my beautiful Christians."- Trump: at "Believers Summit" in West Palm Beach,Florida, on July 26, 2024. Throwaway line or Omen?

A message to Donald J Trump from all of us who are f*cking sick of your childish antics.

Meet Stephen Miller. This cheap Nosferatu knock-off has the appeal of a flesh-eating virus at a family picnic—uninvited, unstoppable, and somehow convinced he's the main attraction.

Can we have a word with you Mr Miller, on the EPSTEIN files?...Mr Miller?

It's past time to appease the unappeasable or blame the system, or "business as usual" as Trump tears the pillars of democracy piece by piece before our eyes. They speak in bumper sticker efficiency while our leaders write stern letters of protest. Time for a focused, gloves-off messenger to emerge

Picture a Chaplinesque comedy unfolding on stage. A shocking message delivered by a couple of painted clowns- "the enemy within" will be the new focus of the military, and cities will be the battleground. Collateral damage? Forgiven. Disobedience? Dismissal. Our allies cringe, our enemies rejoice.

As the government teeters on collapse, the Commander-in-Chief trades statesmanship for racist bathroom humor, calling Schumer and Jeffries “woke pieces of sh*t” between his golf swings. History will remember him as a juvenile fascist buffoon-a vile carnival act that mistook cruelty for greatness.

A president staging his own puppet show of terror. Portland cast as a warzone, Antifa the boogeyman, ICE the stormtroopers. The unrest? Manufactured. The chaos? Imaginary. It's Martial law not as defense—but as his final campaign rally in his theater of the absurd. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.

All aboard Trump 2.0—same crazy show, but this time, no guardrails. No Congress to check him, no Court to stop him. A runaway train of grievance, fueled by attention, barreling down tracks of chaos with no engineer, no brakes… and no way off. Buckle up, my friends...Next stop—the Twilight Zone!

To all MAGAs: It was never about the price of eggs...rather it's all about the fact that Trump validates your prejudices and hatred... "I'm just one of the guys, like you!" Own the libs!" Simply put-he hates who you hate... And in a fascist world of "us vs them", YOU are now becoming the "THEM"!

You're on a journey where laughter is a crime, where satire is sedition, and where the punchline lands with the force of a gavel. As the laughter dies, so too does liberty, its pulse fading beneath the uniform march of jackboots. Welcome to the final act of a republic on life support...

Picture a nation trapped in Trump’s kaleidoscope of chaos. The Italians have a word—*Basta.* Compact, efficient, it means ‘ENOUGH!' 'No more!' Yet here, amid the cacophonous voices of fear and dissent, no unifying leader has arisen to say 'Basta!', as the circus rolls on, the Whitehouse burns...

And so America became a land of humorless echoes, a Twilight Zone where the sound of one hand clapping was the only approved response. The leader stood at the podium, basking in the silence he had always craved. The joke, it appears, was on us all...send in the clowns- don't bother they're here.

For America, the grand experiment of laughter, of free thought, of poking fun in the face of power, is witnessing the slow death of satire,and the executioner wears a long red tie. I posted this satire as part of a 4 Part journey into fascism-5 MONTHS AGO! Worth a read in light of Colbert & Kimmel

In the dystopian world of Trump 2.0, where violent insurrectionists are freed, innocent people can be detained on a mere accusation, and freedom of expression a memory, I am increasingly reminded of a quote by Peru's General Óscar Benavides: “For my friends, everything; for my enemies, the law!”

BREAKING NEWS: There are only about 50 million Americans left! We return the rest of you to our regularly scheduled program, already in progress...

It's not that America doesn't have the capacity to feed the poor...it's that it will never have enough to satiate the rich. Welcome to the Oligarchy that is our new reality...

bsky.app/profile/drre.... I am pleased that fellow #BlueSqusd_BlueCrew are posting some fun and funny parodies in the midst of the chaos and heavy events #laugh_havefun #Turf_TyrantTraitors #STOP_Project2025

Welcome to Trump’s “Golden Age”: where Hyundai plants are stormed by ICE, fields raided, and businesses gutted. Trust erodes, stability crumbles— But don’t worry, investors—your money’s safe in a nation where the workforce is marched out in shackles. Prosperity never looked so… deportable...

Ah, the Divo of Distraction, the Maestro of Mayhem, the Lord of the Lies- is at it again. Playing his deceptive little shell game and controlling the media cycle like his own play toy- always lining up his next scapegoat and managing to avoid accountability...but keep your eye on the Epstein ball.

So what's next? Brawndo coming out of the Whitehouse sprinklers? How about a Costco entrance to the West Wing complete with Carl's Jr burger dispensing machines. Oh and while we're at it let's add recliner toilets for the VIPs and complementary tickets to the movie "Ass"- just a giant butt farting.