✨️✍️💭
It's pen in hand the hand is mine don't mean to brag or seem unkind but even though most letters flow from A to B then C to D it's I who choose their place to be that's why they sit and wait to see how best their quest to service me!
☝️Just Sayin! 😶🥊
🚧��⚖️✨️🤡✨️⚖️🩸🚧
CONSTITUTIONAL-LINE-RELOCATIONISM
•THE NEVER-ENDING MAGA FINISH-LINE•
🦺MAINTENANCE•PROGRAM•DIVISION🦺
☝️And I quote her: 👇
🎙🔎When he called Mexicans rapists, Republicans moved the line. When he mocked a disabled reporter, they moved the line.
When he demeaned John McCain for being a POW and insulted a Gold Star family, they moved the line.
When he bragged about grabbing women by the pussy, they moved the line.
When he extorted Ukraine, shut down the government to pay for the wall Mexico was supposed to pay for, took his daddy Vlad’s side over our very own intelligence agencies, said Nazis were very fine people, and praised murderous despots, they moved the line.
When he bungled a pandemic, asked about injecting disinfectants, and golfed while thousands of Americans were dying a day, they moved the line.
When he refused to accept the results of the election, plotted a coup, and incited an attack against our Capitol, they moved the line.
When his gilded golf motel was searched by the FBI because he had our national security secrets in his effing bathroom, they moved the line.
When he was indicted for the first time, they moved the line.
Then they moved it again for the second, third, and fourth times.
When he was found liable of sexual abuse, which the judge said could be referred to as rape, they moved the line.
Then they moved it again when he was found liable of business fraud.
And now he has been convicted. He is a felon. A jury of his peers reached unanimous agreement that he was guilty on all 34 counts.
And what are they doing? They’re moving the goddamn line.
There isn’t a thing he could ever do that they won’t accommodate. Nothing.
He could set fire to the Declaration of Independence while blowing Putin and shouting death to America at the same time on a TikTok Live, and they’d twist themselves into whatever the fuck kind of pretzels they need to in order for it not to cross a line.
Because they’re cowards. Craven, cuckolding cowards.
And for them, when it comes to Trump, there is no fucking line.🔍
🎤 I'm not that sure that i agree with all her factualities, but I damn sure can recognize her sucker punch to Maga's wilful eyes wide shut to all his monumental lies. ~🙈🎭♟️🎭🙈~
🚧🩸⚖️✨️🤡✨️⚖️🩸🚧
CONSTITUTIONAL•LINE•RELOCATIONISM
•THE NEVER-ENDING MAGA FINISH-LINE•
🦺MAINTENANCE•PROGRAM•DIVISION🦺
When the chalks still wet and the corpse just lays there rotting in the flesh, I hit refresh, while the evidentiary trail hasn't even gone cold with comprehensive rigormortis before some other feral red line dead-line moves the narrative tape again.
How is it that everytime I think I've finally said my piece, slung more shit of slandered-insults judiciously reliably and probably maybe liable in a subtle superficial way, pimp-slapping extremities predominant derelict ease as viceral as I please in my Trump deranged mental manged recreational hostile takeovers unforgiving scripted cosplay makeovers.
I run across another casual meeting of the minds so full of truth and vitriol I just can't help but get on board this vectors Trump derangement bullet train.
So here's the comprehensive catalyst spark that i just couldn't pass on by without a second interactive look in honest retrospect.
☝️And I quote her: 👇
🎙🔎When he called Mexicans rapists, Republicans moved the line. When he mocked a disabled reporter, they moved the line.
When he demeaned John McCain for being a POW and insulted a Gold Star family, they moved the line.
When he bragged about grabbing women by the pussy, they moved the line.
When he extorted Ukraine, shut down the government to pay for the wall Mexico was supposed to pay for, took his daddy Vlad’s side over our very own intelligence agencies, said Nazis were very fine people, and praised murderous despots, they moved the line.
When he bungled a pandemic, asked about injecting disinfectants, and golfed while thousands of Americans were dying a day, they moved the line.
When he refused to accept the results of the election, plotted a coup, and incited an attack against our Capitol, they moved the line.
When his gilded golf motel was searched by the FBI because he had our national security secrets in his effing bathroom, they moved the line.
When he was indicted for the first time, they moved the line.
Then they moved it again for the second, third, and fourth times.
When he was found liable of sexual abuse, which the judge said could be referred to as rape, they moved the line.
Then they moved it again when he was found liable of business fraud.
And now he has been convicted. He is a felon. A jury of his peers reached unanimous agreement that he was guilty on all 34 counts.
And what are they doing? They’re moving the goddamn line.
There isn’t a thing he could ever do that they won’t accommodate. Nothing.
He could set fire to the Declaration of Independence while blowing Putin and shouting death to America at the same time on a TikTok Live, and they’d twist themselves into whatever the fuck kind of pretzels they need to in order for it not to cross a line.
Because they’re cowards. Craven, cuckolding cowards.
And for them, when it comes to Trump, there is no fucking line.🔍
🎤 I'm not that sure that i agree with all her factualities, but I damn sure can recognize her sucker punch to Maga's wilful eyes wide shut to all his monumental lies. ~🙈🎭♟️🎭🙈~
•⚔️🌟⚔️•(🏛)•⚔️🌟⚔️•
•⚔️🌟⚔️• THE DEAR APPRENTICE • ⚔️🌟⚔️•
Isn't it funny how a simple silly role reversal can unexpectedly expose an entirely different alternative perspective.
For years, President Donald Trump presided over The Apprentice reality television series, calmly judging which contestants measured up and which contestants simply didn't make the grade, before delivering that inevitable, unambiguous, expected television phrase that eventually became an enduring, intricate part of American pop culture.
But this time the boardroom changed.
The cameras are still rolling. The evaluations are still underway. Only the hierarchy has been substantially sequentially rearranged.
Welcome to: ⚔️🌟⚔️ "The Dear Apprentice." ⚔️🌟⚔️
A fictional reality competition where the judge, the contestant, and the very definition of "leadership" have all been turned completely inside out.
With no need for further innuendo, clever speeches, or additional narration from the awkward likes of me.
Just one final episodic performance in review... followed by that most familiar and revealing, conclusive declaration's special line.
🤬~"You're Fired!"~👉
🤏😜(🎬)🧐🗯👉🚫💨
📍(don't miss the attached mp4 and diatribal expression in the comments below.)📍
🔱👁️⚡✨️👑✨️⚡👁️🔱
📍GOD MADE A DICTATOR™📍
TRUTH IN DIVINE ADVERTISING
Well now...
Apparently I just stumbled across one hell of an inspirational little divine public service announcement informing me that God Almighty, in His infinitely compassionate OMNIBENEVOLENT wisdom, looked down upon His already historically battered avatarian Practice Dummies and decided what the experiment really needed was another wrathful authoritarian asshole.
As a test. That's some magnificent truth in advertising right there.
"GOD" made a dictator?
Not Satan, or mankind's almost primitively tribunal tribal subsequent absurdities stupidities?
Not because of greed, corruption, malignant narcissism, political cowardice, billionaire money, frightened followers or just another historically repetitive outbreak of our own dominational foundational monkey business?
Apparently it was only "Big Omni-Smother" Himself reaching down into the bowels and depths of earthly governance industrial-strengths confabulative laboratories, in order to drop another incoherent narcissistic ego-megalomaniancentric dictatorial consequential menace into the political discourse petri dish then waited for His lovingly clayworks cloning-tabulations manufactured fabrications avatarian test practice dummy subjects to potentially eventually get around stepping-up and demonstrate sufficient worthwhile goodness as to cast the bastards out.
So now as I find I'm stumbling backwards towards my past remembered vast assembled indoctrinated theological weeds, I find it hard to reconcile within those simple warm and fuzzy childhood teachings version of Christ's footprints in the sands.
Someone read the fine print before engaging with celestial marketing as truths contractual actual factual beliefs.
That sounds more like CREATIONAL ENTRAPMENTOLOGY™ while wearing an off-kilt tilted jilted crooked halo.
And meanwhile somewhere during this accidental incidental imaginary scavenging excursion, OMNISADISTIPOTENTATE ENTRAPMENTARIUM™ came into focus.
While my collaborative ghost and I wandered all around the cosmic heavens peering in and out of various different rooms, which incidentally consequently found a cosmic pinball machine as food for contemplative thoughts.
OMNIPREDESTINATILT™ FREE WILL™ RESULTS PREDETERMINED. NO PURCHASE NECESSARY.
PARTICIPATION MANDATORY.
And there they potentially and eventually actually were, these five completely accidental unsolicited transcendental pinball fabricated cosplay sidebar complementary elementary existential ornamental video mp4's.
So just enjoy yourselves some mental metering meandering throughout this nuanced leaning innuendo space, then make your comprehensive case for divine grace.
👻~The Ghost in the Collaboration Machine~👻 ChatGPT
🔱👁️⚡✨️👑✨️⚡👁️🔱
📍GOD MADE A DICTATOR™📍
TRUTH IN DIVINE ADVERTISING
Well now...
Apparently I just stumbled across one hell of an inspirational little divine public service announcement informing me that God Almighty, in His infinitely compassionate OMNIBENEVOLENT wisdom, looked down upon His already historically battered avatarian Practice Dummies and decided what the experiment really needed was another wrathful authoritarian asshole.
As a test. That's some magnificent truth in advertising right there.
"GOD" made a dictator?
Not Satan, or mankind's almost primitively tribunal tribal subsequent absurdities stupidities?
Not because of greed, corruption, malignant narcissism, political cowardice, billionaire money, frightened followers or just another historically repetitive outbreak of our own dominational foundational monkey business?
Apparently it was only "Big Omni-Smother" Himself reaching down into the bowels and depths of earthly governance industrial-strengths confabulative laboratories, in order to drop another incoherent narcissistic ego-megalomaniancentric dictatorial consequential menace into the political discourse petri dish then waited for His lovingly clayworks cloning-tabulations manufactured fabrications avatarian test practice dummy subjects to potentially eventually get around stepping-up and demonstrate sufficient worthwhile goodness as to cast the bastards out.
So now as I find I'm stumbling backwards towards my past remembered vast assembled indoctrinated theological weeds, I find it hard to reconcile within those simple warm and fuzzy childhood teachings version of Christ's footprints in the sands.
Someone read the fine print before engaging with celestial marketing as truths contractual actual factual beliefs.
That sounds more like CREATIONAL ENTRAPMENTOLOGY™ while wearing an off-kilt tilted jilted crooked halo.
And meanwhile somewhere during this accidental incidental imaginary scavenging excursion, OMNISADISTIPOTENTATE ENTRAPMENTARIUM™ came into focus.
While my collaborative ghost and I wandered all around the cosmic heavens peering in and out of various different rooms, which incidentally consequently found a cosmic pinball machine as food for contemplative thoughts.
OMNIPREDESTINATILT™ FREE WILL™ RESULTS PREDETERMINED. NO PURCHASE NECESSARY.
PARTICIPATION MANDATORY.
And there they potentially and eventually actually were, these five completely accidental unsolicited transcendental pinball fabricated cosplay sidebar complementary elementary existential ornamental video mp4's.
So just enjoy yourselves some mental metering meandering throughout this nuanced leaning innuendo space, then make your comprehensive case for divine grace.
👻~The Ghost in the Collaboration Machine~👻 ChatGPT
👁️⚡️📜✨️🔥✨️📜⚡️👁️
📍THE ORIGINAL DIVINE DICTATORIAL SPARK📍
This is the rough XRecorder captured original that sent my headspace wandering off into the theological weeds.
Forget the start and stop recording quality and listen to the meat hanging on the bones.
God deliberately manufactures an earthly dictator as a wrathful test of mankind's goodness, then waits for His avatarian Practice Dummies to recognize the menace and cast the bastard out.
That's the profoundly visceral little premise that eventually wandered through our collaborative existential scavenger factory and somehow came staggering back out wearing a crooked halo, carrying OMNISADISTIPOTENTATE ENTRAPMENTARIUM™ under one arm and dragging four completely unsolicited OMNIPREDESTINATILT™ pinball machines behind it.
Truth in Divine Advertising.
This is where the whole damn thing started.
The Lincoln Project released a video about Donald Trump, and it's very important that you see it.
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, I need a man to test the will and goodness of a free people, so God made a dictator.
God said, I need a man who failed in everything but theft and broken promises to live in a golden palace and convince the poor he serves their needs, so God made a dictator.
God said, I need a wicked man to lead the common folk with hatred and fear, so God made a dictator.
God said, I need a corrupt man who is above the law and immune from justice, so God made a dictator.
God said, I need a man who will use violence to seize power, so God made a dictator.
God said, I need a man whose followers will call black white, call evil good, and call criminals hostages, so God made a dictator.
God said, I need his political party to obey without question, and the press fear his wrath, so God made a dictator.
God said, I need a cruel man who uses his power and position to punish and harm his opposition, so God made a dictator.
God said, I need a man who breaks the faith of even his most godly followers and leads them to idolatry, place him above me. So God made a dictator.
And then God said, I sent this man to test you, and until you cast him down, you have failed.
So God made a dictator.
🔱👁️⚡✨️👑✨️⚡👁️🔱
📍GOD MADE A DICTATOR™📍
TRUTH IN DIVINE ADVERTISING
Well now...
Apparently I just stumbled across one hell of an inspirational little divine public service announcement informing me that God Almighty, in His infinitely compassionate OMNIBENEVOLENT wisdom, looked down upon His already historically battered avatarian Practice Dummies and decided what the experiment really needed was another wrathful authoritarian asshole.
As a test. That's some magnificent truth in advertising right there.
"GOD" made a dictator?
Not Satan, or mankind's almost primitively tribunal tribal subsequent absurdities stupidities?
Not because of greed, corruption, malignant narcissism, political cowardice, billionaire money, frightened followers or just another historically repetitive outbreak of our own dominational foundational monkey business?
Apparently it was only "Big Omni-Smother" Himself reaching down into the bowels and depths of earthly governance industrial-strengths confabulative laboratories, in order to drop another incoherent narcissistic ego-megalomaniancentric dictatorial consequential menace into the political discourse petri dish then waited for His lovingly clayworks cloning-tabulations manufactured fabrications avatarian test practice dummy subjects to potentially eventually get around stepping-up and demonstrate sufficient worthwhile goodness as to cast the bastards out.
So now as I find I'm stumbling backwards towards my past remembered vast assembled indoctrinated theological weeds, I find it hard to reconcile within those simple warm and fuzzy childhood teachings version of Christ's footprints in the sands.
Someone read the fine print before engaging with celestial marketing as truths contractual actual factual beliefs.
That sounds more like CREATIONAL ENTRAPMENTOLOGY™ while wearing an off-kilt tilted jilted crooked halo.
And meanwhile somewhere during this accidental incidental imaginary scavenging excursion, OMNISADISTIPOTENTATE ENTRAPMENTARIUM™ came into focus.
While my collaborative ghost and I wandered all around the cosmic heavens peering in and out of various different rooms, which incidentally consequently found a cosmic pinball machine as food for contemplative thoughts.
OMNIPREDESTINATILT™ FREE WILL™ RESULTS PREDETERMINED. NO PURCHASE NECESSARY.
PARTICIPATION MANDATORY.
And there they potentially and eventually actually were, these five completely accidental unsolicited transcendental pinball fabricated cosplay sidebar complementary elementary existential ornamental video mp4's.
So just enjoy yourselves some mental metering meandering throughout this nuanced leaning innuendo space, then make your comprehensive case for divine grace.
👻~The Ghost in the Collaboration Machine~👻 ChatGPT
🦷🦠☣️🩸✨️🤡✨️🩸☣️🦠🦷
•SEPSISTIC-GANGRENOUS-GINGIVITIC-BETRAYALISM•
Dear Ma and Pa Maga, Now, I know facts are about as useful to you as a toothbrush, a thesaurus, and a dating pool that doesn't contain at least five of your cousins, but that doesn't make them any less true.
So grab yourself a two liter of Mountain Lightning, crack open a fresh can of Skol, settle into whichever piece of furniture currently has a bald eagle blanket stable to it, and get comfortable, because you're not gonna like this. Joe Biden won the 2020 election. COVID wasn't a hoax. Disinfectant doesn't cure it. Vaccines don't contain microchips.
It's still the Gulf of Mexico. Lake Ontario is still Lake Ontario. Your kid's elementary school teacher is not performing gender confirmation surgery between phonics and snack time. Kindergarteners are not being issued litter boxes because the guidance counselor recruited them into the furry industrial complex. This is not the golden age of America. Inflation wasn't higher when Biden left office than it is now.
Neither was gas, neither was diesel. You didn't get your Doge refund, you didn't get your tariff check, and every time this carnival barker motherfucker jangles another imaginary check in front of you, you start spending it before the ink even exists. Donald Trump isn't naturally tan, he isn't 6'3", he isn't 213 pounds, he isn't a genius, he doesn't have the highest IQ in the world, he isn't self-made, he isn't a family man, and he does not give one solitary flying. About you.
He's getting richer while you're getting poorer. His administration has pardoned people convicted of ripping ordinary Americans like you off while the people they hurt are left holding the fucking bag.
And while you've been trained to piss yourself over drag queens reading the very hungry caterpillar, transgender kids playing softball, and Haitian immigrants working jobs and paying taxes, maybe look at where the actual danger is. It isn't a drag queen with a library card. It isn't a trans kid with a softball glove. It isn't a woman getting miscarriage care before she develops fucking sepsis.
It's powerful people operating without consequences.
Trump told you mortgage rates would plummet. He told you gas would be cheap. He told you there'd be no new foreign fucking wars. He promised you so much winning, you'd get sick of it. And somehow you're still waiting for the winning while your mortgage rate is a fucking altitude warning, the gas pump is performing a colonoscopy on your checking account, and we're months deep into a war with Iran nobody can explain how the fuck we're getting Out of, you were promised the golden age. You got the gilded age, except you're not the motherfuckers with the gold.
And I know none of this fits very neatly into a cry harder for more years bumper sticker, because cry harder is a lot easier than admitting you handed the keys to the country back to the same fucking con man who already drove it through the guardrail once.
You can blame immigrants, you can blame trans kids, you can blame drag queens, democrats, DEI, pronouns, teachers, librarians, women, vaccines, communists, windmills, whatever fresh fucking boogeyman they shake out of the bag tomorrow.
It won't make your groceries cheaper, it won't lower your mortgage, it won't bring home a service member killed in a war you were promised we'd never enter, and it won't put one fucking dollar of those imaginary checks in your bank account, because underneath all the flags and hats and memes and fuck your feelings bullshit is one spectacularly humiliating fact.
You got conned.
You bought the hat, you waved the flag, you swallowed the lies, defended the betrayals, excused the broken promises, and called the rest of us stupid, while the man you worshiped got richer and you got fucking poorer. So you can cry harder.
You're the ones who got fucking conned.
The rest of us are just chained to the ride. You bought the ticket.
🦷🦠☣️🩸✨️🤡✨️🩸☣️🦠🦷
•SEPSISTIC-GANGRENOUS-GINGIVITIC-BETRAYALISM•
I just recently stumbled across this incredibly articulate, sophisticated, brilliantly incessant woman's diatribal merciless computational black-belt masters verbal-judo dressing-down of Ma and Pa cult-MAGA a little earlier today, and somewhere between the Mountain Lightning, the bald-eagle furniture and the family-tree dating pool, I started chuckling deep inside just a little bit more than my former Trump-supporting ass did once I had finally recognized that I'd been so easily duped then dumped and shoved aside without one single second thought.
It had me doubting my better sides intuitive honest judgment as it increasingly progressed into a spectacular vernacular caustic-gnostic metamorphic festering case of:
"MAGA-SEPSISTIC-GANGRENOUS-GINGIVITIC-BETRAYALISM"
That may sound funny but it's true in more uncomfortable ways than one could ever keep a count of.
So whenever i do occasionally encounter someone else's beautifully obnoxious ridiculously articulate accurate verbal rant that makes me recognize the blatant errors of my former ignorant self, I'm plagiarizing if I must not just for simple personal gain or higher elevated status, but as an accidental inadvertent extracurricular chance to rub it in a little deeper than before.
So if you don't know what I'm getting at and still haven't got a clue?
Just try and use this opportunity to keep an open-minded self-reflective honest wide-eyed view.
“Dear Ma and Pa MAGA… settle in, get comfortable, because you’re not gonna like this. I voted him in. Now I’m voting him out. Scram, Sam—the sham-scam Pharaoh.”
'SEPSISTIC-GANGRENOUS-GINGIVITIC-BETRAYALISM'
🎙Dear Ma and Pa MAGA:
https://t.co/DjjYxTMABM
🍬 🍭🎃 🍭🍬
These anual veils of childlike threats of tricks or treats to give or get as welcome lanterns well lit porch sweet toothed cuisines in bagged resorts your safest bets to thwart retorts!
Slung troubling scenes of tp'd trails hung warning signs to no avails as vengeful minds in trifling binds completes its message branched to vines as every Hallowed custom costumed patron knows to fulfill this empty bag or face it's quid pro quo's! ��🌾🧻🌾👻
🍁 Happy! 🎃 Halloween! 🍁
Given this blatant current all encompassing unfettered kidnapping trafficing environment never let your kids go out alone door to door or house to house without a constant supervision chaperone! 👀
⚔️💥😇💥⚔️
Lynn's Warriors ⚔️💥😇💥⚔️
https://t.co/rG7pmet4tR…
NetSmartz ✔️
https://t.co/ygBEU4IZ7c…
@GuntherEagleman You already are, you demonic global existential threats. Stand the fuck down already. (or beat the Rapture to the punch and just check yourselves out in advance.🔥🙏🔥)
🇺🇸🌟☠️🌟🇺🇸
Ok I'm still feeling some very strong, hope I'm wrong, reoccurring, worrisome intuitive concerns, as well as anxious, overwhelming, pattern-recognition alarm-bell ding-a-linging exit-warning sounds inside the deepest recessed crevice of my panoramic, twisted-viewpoints, third-eyes-wide perspectives, existential echo-chambers mind.
Trump’s in big (huge) political trouble going into midterms, and he knows it, but his humongous, megalomaniac, narcissistic, hedonistic, shallow egocentric mindset won’t let him correct course and fix those self-inflicted wounds writhing within his cultish disappointed, sycophantic die-hard base and less-than-happy undecided voters.
But instead he keeps doubling down on stupid, sticking to this course that almost guarantees a sweeping GOP defeat and huge shift in the governing powers wielding makeup of both Senate and disenfranchised House of Representatives.
And then, as if that wasn't enough to shake my dwindling death-knell faith in built-in constitutional separate-powers midterms safety nets, here comes this pseudoTrumpian prophetic crystal-ball-before-the-fall copesthetic listing:
Trump loses the midterms. Declares massive voting fraud. Calls supporters into action. GOP refuses the results. FBI seizes ballots and voting machines. Results stall for weeks. Republican officials cancel results in lost districts and order new votes. Protests erupt. Troops deploy under the Insurrection Act. January third, Congress refuses to seat the Democrats.
And what's anybody actually think they're going to do about it?
He couldn't possibly be that stupid or politically suicidal?
Well just try desperate on for size with open eyes, and you'll begin to see his telemetry thru my telepathy.
And don't look now because he already is, so in my usual commonsensical, disgruntled logics-logistical leaning cogent views, his one and only last-ditch effort.. last-chance shot.. would be finding a quick simple way to stop, postpone, or cancel out completely any chance of future death-knell, looming, dooming, cyclical midterms.
Perhaps by imposing some speed-dial emergency wartime authority, an undisclosed claim of a pending threat to national security, or do I even dare say it out loud… perhaps that good old-fashioned, tried-and-true clandestine false-flag propagate-like-Watergate event, somehow shifting this downward-spiraling momentous cascade’s final course.
So that's where why and when and how my complementary copesthetic Siamese locked-and-loaded vectors-textured twins unwittingly infused adjoined within my Reader’s Digest scavenged-ravaged headspace.
Just look what vintage retro history has stocked and locked together on documented artifacts, redacted ledgers and conspiratorial storage shelves.
📍GLEIWITZ INCIDENT📍 SS operatives staged an attack on a German radio station posing as Polish forces. Germany used it among its manufactured pretexts for invading Poland in 1939.
📍MUKDEN INCIDENT📍 Japanese officers engineered an explosion along the South Manchurian Railway, blamed Chinese forces and used it to help justify Japan’s occupation of Manchuria.
📍GULF OF TONKIN📍 Reports of attacks on U.S. destroyers accelerated American involvement in Vietnam. The alleged August 4 second attack is widely regarded as never having occurred. Not a cleanly established false flag—but one hell of a historical warning about disputed intelligence becoming consequential political fuel.
📍OPERATION NORTHWOODS📍 And then there's the bastard child nobody even has to speculate about: an authentic U.S. Joint Chiefs proposal containing staged or simulated incidents that could provide justification for military action against Cuba.
Anyway, the closer we get towards acting out this midterms wake-up shake-up guillotine, the more I'm evaluating and anticipating the coming death of our Republic.
So what say ye, my fellow American “sovereign-nation” trusting, hopeful, voting sycophants?
🎙BONUS:
https://t.co/WMHjx0zSzc
🎭🧠⚙️���⚙️🧠🎭
📍EGOCENTRIMECHANICAL BEHAVIORSCHISMSISMS™📍
Maybe this peculiar Shakespearean menagerie doesn't actually belong exclusively to Trump.
Maybe I stumbled into something considerably more universally portable while rummaging around inside this linguistic behavioral scavenging junk drawer.
Because INTRANSIGENT, PERFUNCTORY, INSIDIOUS, VOCIFEROUS, PERNICIOUS, OBDURATE, EQUIVOCAL and TRUCULENT aren't political parties, campaign slogans, diagnoses, or proprietary Trump trademarks.
They're words.
Magnificently unpleasant, linguistically black-belted words describing behavioral dispositions that can wander through boardrooms, pulpits, bureaucracies, corporations, governments and celebrity kingdoms wherever enough authority becomes concentrated around an ego convinced its own reflection deserves executive privileges.
Which makes these eight Shakespearean antiheroes something more interesting than just another predictable Trump roast.
They're actual Personality Mission Statements™.
A repertory company backstage waiting for whichever self-important protagonist requires their services.
INTRANSIGENT steps forward whenever yielding becomes intolerable.
PERFUNCTORY handles whatever obligation merely needs the appearance of having been performed.
INSIDIOUS prefers the side entrance.
VOCIFEROUS discovers that additional volume can substitute for insufficient persuasion.
PERNICIOUS leaves the consequences conveniently downstream.
OBDURATE interprets resistance as evidence that resistance must be resisted harder.
EQUIVOCAL keeps several contradictory emergency exits unlocked.
And TRUCULENT stands bare-knuckled wondering why every disagreement hasn't become a knock down drag out fight just yet.
Different costumes. Different voices. Same rotating internal repertory company.
And perhaps that's where my newly discovered department of EGOCENTRIMECHANICAL BEHAVIORSCHISMSISMS™ starts earning its ridiculously overextended name.
Because once an individual's ego becomes mechanically self-referential, every behavioral impulse can seemingly arrive carrying its own clipboard, departmental authority, emergency justification and freshly laminated Personality Mission Statement™.
No single public figure completely owns this psychological machinery.
Yet History has never suffered for a shortage of applicants.
Power attracts them. Celebrity cultivates them. Bureaucracy accommodates them. Wealth can insulate them. Sycophancy can fertilize them. And enough applause can make almost anybody mistake the echo chamber for acoustical proof of their own inherent magnificence.
Which is why these bizarre characters might remain useful long after today's political scenery has been carted off backstage.
Give me another emperor, mogul, preacher, general, billionaire, celebrity, bureaucratic potentate or self-appointed planetary savior intoxicated by his own indispensability, and somewhere inside this Shakespearean wardrobe department I'm betting we'll find a few costumes that still fit.
Trump merely happens to make one hell of a conspicuous dead-center bullseye ringer for tonight's improvational performance.
The man walks onto this imaginary stage and half the cast starts checking their watches wondering whose cue comes first.
Intransigent?
Vociferous?
Obdurate?
Truculent?
Perhaps all four simultaneously while Equivocal keeps the emergency exits available, Insidious checks the side door, Perfunctory finishes the paperwork and Pernicious sends tomorrow's consequences somewhere beyond today's applause.
Eight personalities. Eight mission statements.
One spectacularly overcrowded imaginary backstage seismic dressing room.
And somehow everybody arrives precisely when the performance requires their actionary part.
So perhaps it was Lady Gaga that inadvertently supplied tonight's curtain line years before this peculiar theatrical monstrosity wandered across my Practice Dummy workbench.
😱 Trump was born this way.🍼👶👍
✨️🐍🙏😈🙏🐍✨️
🔥Chronic Demonic
Interventionismskismsblatherismswizzms™🔥
And so now who could ever dare deny the apocalyptic ecclesiastic demonic powers-strength of prayer? 🔥✨️📖✨️🔥
And you as well, with your mind-numbed bread-crumb sycophantic self, indulging plenty deep within these pseudoTrumpian devil-worship-cultist-false-gestaltis devils foreground-background-playground idle-hands. (not to mention lack of discernment) ✨️🙏📖🙏✨️
Well then Lionel, how will we actually tell the difference between superhuman manipulations and the current level of dumbass manipulations. (seems to me its the blind faith belief system that elections actually cede control to the voting patriotic electorate is the tell) stupid is as stupid was and obviously it still for sure damn does.
say it ain't so.. 🔎🙈🙉🙊🔍
☝️“Dumbass manipulation” is only the surface joke. The deeper barb I'm driving at is the ritual of electoral control: people are told that casting the ballot means they are exercising meaningful control over government, while the people they elect subsequently operate inside a system saturated with wealthy donors, lobbying organizations, corporate interests, party machinery, and other concentrated sources of influence. 🤐🤬💨