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.

We must never lose our capacity to be shocked by the sheer stupidity, vile racism and rank ignorance of one Donald J. Trump and his obsequious sycophants. Each day is a kaleidoscope of chaos.

A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels. Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes. Fu*k you Donald Trump!

By attacking education, then media, art, and now satire, Trump isn’t just systematically silencing critics—he’s reshaping reality itself. A society that doesn’t think critically, doesn’t trust information, doesn’t create freely, and doesn’t laugh at power is a society ripe for authoritarian rule.

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...

Hey look! It's that stealth economic guru, Ron Vara and his sidekick Steve Bannon who looks like an abused Chucky doll left near a radiation leak!

Somewhere in the Twilight Zone, Senator John Fetterman shrugs at gilded ballrooms and vainglorious reflecting pools while Trump shrugs at families choosing between rent and groceries. Versailles for the powerful, ramen for the peasants. Compassion died quietly beneath a gold plated chandelier...

“Scrooge…” wheezed partner Jacob Marley from his deathbed, chains rattling like loose change in Hell’s till. Then, in a vision, comes his ominous warning - “Repent… before the orange spinchter arrives…" In a last fatal gasp... "save yourself from Trump." Looks like the dude was on to something.

There's only one thing more dangerous than being a foe of the United States...that's being a friend of the United States...ask Ukraine, Taiwan, Gulf states for starters.

Fascism Rule #10: THE BIG LIE A simple, emotionally satisfying falsehood is far more powerful than a complicated or uncomfortable truth.

Donald J Trump, a man who mistakes bullying for brilliance, extortion for “the art of the deal.” In his mirror, a titan negotiator; in reality, a thin-skinned tyrant allergic to dissent—diagnosed as “fake news.” The price? A nation, and the world at large,paying for his delusion. Message to Trump:

Somewhere between gerrymandered maps, the SAVE Act, and vanishing voters, a man studies democracy the way a pickpocket studies a crowd. As Stalin allegedly observed: it’s not who votes that matters, but who counts the votes. Welcome to the Twilight Zone of the new patriotism.

Oh, but Trump said we don't need Canada for anything. Sure, Donnie!

Message to Brooke: We were promised a "Golden Age", what we got was a "Golden Shower" !

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 republic where law bends to the tantrums of a thin-skinned emperor. Donald J. Trump indicts James Comey over a configuration of seashells. What's next—felony fries? ketchup conspiracies? contraband bone-spur memoirs? Welcome to the Twilight Zone of selective justice.

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!

Donald J Trump, once described as the “transformative president”—and transform he did. A shining hilltop city, rebranded as a cautionary tale with borders that no one lines up to cross. The shining city flickers, recast as a quarantined leper outpost, Alliances torn, welcome to the after picture.

Hey look! It's Milquetoast meets Soggy Cheerios—steering the ship with all the courage of a chipmunk crossing the interstate!

Meet Lindsey Graham, a pathetic, backstabbing little creep in a desperate bid to be relevant.

Behold profiteers Jared "Jar-Jar" Kushner and Steven "Twitkoff" Witkoff—No diplomatic experience. In way over their heads. Two amateurs playing envoy, negotiating with the same patrons padding their pockets. In this Twilight Zone episode: conflict of interest, is now classified as foreign policy.

Picture nearly 600,000 faithful souls purchasing a promise wrapped in orange gloss—yet not a single smartphone rings. In this dimension, deposits vanish, delivery dates dissolve, and the con is always two weeks away. Folks, step right in… to the Twilight Zone of prepaid delusion.

...camera... TV ! I Got it! 😆😉

"Two weeks away"- Ah yes, the mystical political unit of time where reality goes to file an extension...

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!

A “master deal maker” who mistakes extortion for negotiation sets his own deadlines,then threatens to erase a civilization if his demands aren't met. Not diplomacy—just a gilded mob style shakedown. The Oval Office, now a backroom. The bully pulpit, now a cudgel. The world watches- madness reigns!

Try Preparation H—Presidential Edition: For that chronic, inflamed national irritation that just won’t go away. Guaranteed to shrink the problem, even when it keeps talking. Side effects: verbal diarrhea, truth aversion,orange residue, late-night ranting, illusions of greatness. Apply liberally.

BREAKING NEWS: The latest Pennsylvania poll shows John Fetterman to be less popular than a flesh eating virus at a family picnic!

Message to Donnie: Beware the "South Cicero Death Grip" !

A song of my youth as relevant today as when it was first released by Barry McGuire in 1965... “Eve of Destruction" a generational anthem, isn’t subtle—it’s basically a lyrical alarm bell screaming that the world is flirting with catastrophe. The props have changed, but the stage is eerily familiar.

Trump Sycophant of the Week: Meet Vice President, JD Vance—or whatever he calls himself these days. Savior of hypothetical BBQ-bound beagles, scourge of NATO and European allies, eyeliner enthusiast. A hillbilly Hamlet auditioning for power. A patriot by rebrand, populist by polling memo.

Somewhere between prophecy and punchline lives a man forever “two weeks away”—a horizon that recedes on command. And now, in a twist of cosmic irony, he’s found a partner, a simpleton, who mistakes echoes for insight. In this Twilight Zone episode, doom is scheduled..again, for two weeks from never

Can we have a word with you, Mr Miller?...Mr Miller?...

Consider a realm where eyes are ornamental, ears are decorative, and truth arrives pre-packaged—personally signed, sealed, and aggressively redefined by one man who insists on determining your truth. In Trump's world of "fake news", reality is merely a hostage. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.

OMG, even Rod is laughing his head off! Those zany Iranians are a real hoot!

Trump created a narrative of "us versus them", to his followers,where punishment was reserved for them but not for "us". The mirror of Fascism flatters, basking in consequence-free cruelty—until the beast needs fresh meat. Alas,the dragon turns it's gaze inward and the "us" turns into the "them"

TODAY'S FUN FACT from the Twilight Zone of irony: Donnie's dad full name was Fred Christ Trump—yes, that Christ. Imagine the contractor invoices: “For the love of Christ, Fred, pay up.” Or renters: “For Christ’s sake Fred, another rent hike? Did the loaves and fishes clause get lost in the lease?”

Interesting morning reading with my soggy Cheerios...

Donnie meets Big Beautiful Bill...

We could give up and resign ourselves to be Germany, 1933- OR - we can rise up and be more like France 1789. This is our moment! Happy No Kings Day!

Picture, if you will, a gilded court where reality is deep-fried and truth comes with extra salt. Behold the Faux-King Moron—ketchup in flight, lies on tap—reigning supreme in a fantasy of his own design, while the world burns just beyond his menu. America says- enough! Happy No Kings Day.

Hey look! It's Donny Quixote and his loyal lapdog, Sancho Panza (aka "Little Marco "). "Nobody knows more about windmills than me!" -Donald J. Trump

Behold Donald J Trump, a tangerine colored moron who ran on "only I can fix it!" yet has spent every waking moment breaking things and blaming someone else. Allies scorned by his puerile bravado, he's about to learn his hatred and foolish military adventurism has a return address courtesy of Iran.

US Mint to begin producing Trump commemorative coin...

In the dim corridors of the Twilight Zone of statecraft: a real-estate envoy named Steve “Twitkoff” Witkoff and hollow-eyed fellow profiteer, Jared Kushner, pass Kremlin whispers to a president as gospel. The intelligence—fiction. The war—real. The tragedy—measured in lives. Russia- cracks a smile.

Something to complement my soggy Cheerios this morning...

“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.

Ah, the semi annual ritual of the clocks. DST or EST..., oh what to chose. How about DJT? As in it's time for regime change in America! THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS MATTER!