Social media post from Liz Cheney -- yeah, I know, "traitorous cunt drunk bitch slut and whatever else you fine American wanna call her" And before you assail any post from social media, look within...
But I agree with her. Trump is a blithering idiot. You can hear it every time he tries to answer a question. Even the softballs lobbed his way by his handpicked MAGA bloggers.
Shit like "What does the Declaration of Independence mean to you?" Easy to find his reply to that online.
The puppetmaster? That ghoul, Stephen Miller. Why else do you think Twitler made Rubio National Security Advisor? So Miller can pull ALL the strings, not just Trump's.
Hate the messenger all you want, MAGAs. But this absolutely tracks with the fat, corrupt, senile, felonious piece of shit in the Oval.
Liz Cheney/Adam Kinzinger Against Trump
I am going to go totally off brand and offer a theory that absolves Trump of the current state of America under his administration. I think we have a Weekend at Bernie’s situation going on in the White House. That interview with ABC was damning.
Donald Trump isn’t running the country. He’s being wheeled around like a bloated prop, a sagging orange husk made to dance on command like an undead circus bear for what’s left of the base — part nostalgia act, part cult relic, all rot.
What we’re seeing isn’t leadership. It’s a reanimation ritual and the pale, serpentine ghoul casting the spell is none other than Stephen “Gargamel” Miller, America’s most punchable necromancer.
Trump slurs through speeches like he’s gargling grave dirt. He babbles about the Declaration of Independence being a unifying love letter, cant’t explain the Monroe Doctrine beyond “it was a doctrine that came from Monroe”, and insists a clearly photoshopped image of Abrego Garcia’s hands with MS-13 in Times New Roman font is a smoking gun worthy of ending due process. The man is gone. The lights have gone out. There’s nothing left behind his haunted eyes save Adderall fumes and Hannity reruns.
And yet, he lumbers on, taxidermied circus bear that he is, lacquered in orange bronzer and stuffed with Big Mac grease. His only purpose is to waltz for the crowd while his ghoulish wizard adviser yanks his rigor mortised tendons to animate him from backstage. Miller doesn’t care that the old man is mentally decomposing. That’s the point. A confused and vacant figurehead is easier to manipulate into signing off on whatever racist, Nazi-esque blueprint the American Goebbels is perpetrating.
This is Miller’s wet dream.
He’s not advising Trump — he’s possessing him. Every lie that Trump croaks, every grotesque culture war stunt, every fascistic fever dream about rounding up immigrants or dismantling our rights — it’s Miller’s handwriting etched on the inside of Trump’s skull.
Stephen Miller doesn’t need a sharp mind to question his blueprint for carrying out his own personal holocaust on brown people. He needs a pliable corpse with the official authority he lacks as a petty, sneaky, ill intentioned bureaucrat. Trump is the perfect meat puppet. He’s too dim, too desperate and too embalmed in grievance to question the dark script Stephen Miller is reciting. He’ll jerk and twitch, croaking the same refrains of “Beautiful Tarrifs” and “Biden, Biden, Biden” on command while the real monster whispers through the cracks.
That ABC interview proved this is no longer an administration. It’s Weekend at Donnie’s with Stephen Miller cackling from the shadows, narrowing his beady little eyes on what’s left of our civil rights.