“I love being hated,” the hat said. “The retarded parts of the country hate me. They should. I’d kill them all if I could.”
“They hate Donald too,” the hair said sleepily.
“It’s good to be hated by bad people,” the hat said. “I want to bathe in their agony and distress.”
“Someone’s coming,” the hair said, climbing back on Donald’s head.
“I was in the new ballroom,” Donald mumbled. “It was beautiful, so classy.”
“Father,” Barron said. “I ordered them to fill the reflecting pool with alligators from my farm and they refused.”
“But I want there to be alligators too,” Donald said. He stood, and went around the desk to put a comforting hand on his giant son’s arm.
“Did I ever tell you about the best grapefruit I ever fucked?” the hat asked.
“What about the moat I want to build around the ballroom?” Donald asked. “I want to feed protesters to them.”
“The engineers are grumbling about that as well,” Barron said.
“Goddamn, she was juicy,” the hat said.
“Father, I worry that there won’t be any alligators stocked in DC at all,” Barron said, slumping.
“How are we going to protect ourselves from assassins?” Barron asked.
“A Ruby Red, deep pink inside,” the hat reminisced.
“There will always be assassins,” the hair said. “But reassure the boy.”
“Barron,” Donald said, “they want to destroy me, my legacy.”
“You know I like that pink,” the hat said. “Hmm… yeah.”
“Isn’t the reflecting pool chlorinated?” the hair asked.
“Get in there, part a section, just go to town.”
Barron asked, “Are you all right Father? You seem distracted.”
“Rub that peel all over me,” the hat said.
“We are talking about alligators, for fuck’s sake,” the hair said to the hat.
“Put it in the stem end,” the hat said, “the stem end is tight.”
“OK, maybe no alligators,” Donald said. “Could we ring the ballroom with land mines?”
“I am so erect right now,” the hat said. “Call up the kitchen, I want something to fuck.”
“Land mines are illegal, Donald,” the hair said primly.
“I decide what is legal,” Donald said out loud. “Land mines, I want land mines, get Hegseth in here.”
“No bananas, that’s gay,” the hat said.
Donald made explosion noises for a full minute.
The hat has wedding tackle?
Millinery tackle.
So that’s what tickles my ears.
When does Godot arrive?
Wait for it…
If they’re illegal, why are we still making them?
https://www.newsweek.com/164-countries-ban-landmines-us-holds-fifth-largest-stockpile-weapons-1648201
Or “illegal”.
Donald’s say-so is more authoritative than some stupid treaty.
We are just collecting them so nobody else can use them.
They’re not illegal:
The Biden administration chose to comply with most of its general terms, but the US is under no obligation to do so.
“Call up the kitchen, I want something to fuck.”
If I had a dime for every time I heard that…
You need to stop shouting it, they’re debating reopening an asylum just for you.
Speaking of – this just crossed the tape.
JPMorgan Offered $1 Million Settlement Before Sexual Assault Claims Went Viral
https://www.wsj.com/business/jpmorgan-offered-1-million-settlement-before-sexual-assault-claims-went-viral-1be296a9?st=sYjtcp&reflink=desktopwebshare_permalink
“Father,” Barron said. “I ordered them to fill the reflecting pool with alligators from my farm and they refused.”
Off with their heads.
“Call up the kitchen, I want something to fuck.”
“Land mines are illegal, Donald,”
…
Please do not fuck the land mines.
He wanted to have a blast. Was that so wrong?
Not wrong so much as ill-advised.
Anything is a sex toy if you are brave enough…
Talk about going out with a bang.
Donald made explosion noises for a full minute.
So Michael Bay to produce and direct the bio-pic?
It would be just as truthful as what any other director would do.
“Welcome to the Fuck Tunnels,” Sean Connery growled.
New talking point
In response, civil rights groups and other Americans committed to democracy should consider more proportional voting systems that can reduce gerrymandering and make representation less dependent on judicial intervention. Under a typical proportional system, if a group wins, say, one-third of the vote, it could expect to secure roughly one-third of the legislative seats.
Critically, all voters’ ballots could count toward electing a representative — no matter where they live — because politicians could not dilute a community’s political power by spreading them across multiple districts, or by packing them into a single district. In Louisiana, for example, where the population is one-third Black, proportional representation could better enable Black Louisianans to help elect at least two of the six members of the state’s congressional delegation.
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Rather than enabling entrenched politicians to gerrymander district lines to shut out disfavored voters, proportional systems would translate votes into seats more faithfully, producing legislatures that better reflect the electorate and are more responsive.
Make no mistake, the Supreme Court’s unbridled assault on the Voting Rights Act threatens the future of multiracial democracy in America. It reflects a broader struggle over whether our public institutions will adapt to a more diverse nation, or whether those anxious about cultural and political change will use immigration restrictions, English-only mandates, attacks on diversity programs, book bans and other efforts to erase our history to resist that transformation.
There was another article like this a day or two ago. Racialist preferences can be rescued via incomprehensible nonsense about how we can end-run gerrymandering restrictions with some weird redheaded bastard love child of ranked choice and outright racial quotas.
Long live Democrat-ocracy.
As always, the definition of “fair” is “my side wins”.
Aren’t geographical districts written into the Constitution? Funny that the article doesn’t mention that.
Yet another lame attempt to sidestep the problem (the short-term problem, of course, is that Democrats cheat in elections and we’re not holding them accountable.)
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“Welcome to the Fuck Tunnels,” Sean Connery growled.
I just watched that recently. What a colossally dopey movie.
*The Rock