Apocalypse When?

Every once in awhile some D-list religious leader will announce the "End of the World".

On such a date, at such a time, blah, blah, blah. 

And their flock sells everything, drinks all the Koolaid they can get their hands on, and waits...

And waits...

Like they say, "fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me. Fool me countless times, well, I have a big, big, problem."

Now, sometimes the shepherd and the flock end up killing themselves.

The more callous amongst us might call this a win-win.

But usually the shepherd mumbles something about miscalculating and, uh, he'll get back to you.

And the flock will be ready, willing and able to follow him again--just as soon as he figures out where and when.

It is with this sort of thinking in mind that we turn our attention to the belief of some people that Donald of Orange, everybody's favorite criminal Traitor, will somehow be "restored" to the Presidency in August.

Huh?

That this is a complete impossibility doesn't matter. Like any other cult, the MAGAts will believe what they believe irrespective of facts.

Their Leader, who at this point is well past Empty on the functioning brain gauge, has spoken and there is literally nothing they can do--nothing anyone can do--but play along. And keep those donations coming, of course. After all, Freedumb isn't Free!

I mean, the My Pillow Guy says it's definitely going to happen, and if you can't trust a "reformed" crack addict who now peddles crappy pillows to simpletons, who can you trust?

So, put away your so-called "facts". They have no place in TrumpWorld. 

On the plus side, when this does not happen--because it cannot happen--perhaps some of the MAGAts will do the "right thing" and leave this veil of tears forever.

Fingers crossed.

Random Thoughts On A Ridiculously Hot Day

Since "Global Warming" is just another of those Chinese hoaxes that are so popular with our fearless leader, this string of 110 degree plus days that we're living through in Phoenix must just be another socialist plot--right?

Anyway, the extreme heat makes things a little crazy, and our thoughts turn to...

If you have enough money to start your own space program, you have too much money.

Maybe this, and by "this" I mean the Trump Abomination, will stop, once and for all, that "run government like a business...we need a businessman in charge" nonsense. Maybe. 

We should never underestimate the ability of the Republican Party to repackage the same old horse shit in a shiny new box.

It's very, very, very hard to get to excited about major league baseball when it's played under these conditions. Basketball seems to have pulled off its restart with a modicum of verisimilitude, but all those tens of thousands of empty seats in the baseball stadiums, dotted with the occasional CGI fans, are just sad. Maybe they should just cut and paste the front cover of the Sgt. Pepper's album everywhere? That would be fun, at least for awhile. Plus, I'm pretty sure that they're using a juiced ball again...

Is every Republican in Congress either a twink or a female impersonator?

There is no point in trying to convince any remaining die hard Trump supporters about the error in their ways. Don't waste your time or your breath. If, after all of the damage that "man" and his Republican enablers have done to this country over the last few years, they still follow him blindly over whatever cliff he's headed toward, they are past redemption. Just like those Germans in the Spring of 1945 who were convinced that the Big Guy would turn it around any day now, they are True Believers and they will go to their graves believing the Big Lie(s).

Always remember, "Greater love hath no man" than that he would leave his brother's death bed to get in a quick 18 holes.

We will get through this madness, somehow, but what we will look like on the other side is at this point unknowable.

Other Potential Sites For The Republican Convention

Holding a large revival meeting of slobbering, hysterical, boobs in Florida seems somewhat problematic right now, so let me suggest some other sites for the Republicans:

Moscow

Riyadh

The Vault At A Deutsche Bank Branch

Any KKK Clubhouse

A Dumpster

A Dumpster On Fire
 
A Garbage Barge

A Very, Very, Deep Hole

A Carnival Cruise Ship Somewhere In The South Atlantic

The Ballroom Of The Titanic

Nuremberg

Hitler's Bunker

Hell

Oh, Go Ahead. Drink The Bleach!

You've followed him this far, so why not?

He's a traitor and a liar, a fool and a failure. A rapist, an adulterer, a racist and a conman. Everything he touches rots and dies. Quite possibly the most despicable human imaginable.*

But, dammit, he's your guy. And he needs you, desperately.

You think he's a genius. You think he's a great man. The greatest President ever! Right?

You've worked yourself into a religious frenzy at his rallies.

You wear the sacred MAGA hats.

Nothing and nobody is going to keep you from congregating with your fellow MAGAts.

That's what Freedom means! 

You froth at the mouth already, so...

Do your patriotic duty and drink the fucking bleach.

Mainline some hydroxychloroquine.

Oh, and while you're at it, shove a very powerful flashlight up your ass, too.

What do you have to lose?

*(Actually, he's in a dead heat with Moscow Mitch McConnell)