Whenever new revelations about the Trump Administration’s rampant criminality surface and GOP Senators hand-wave them away, I just keep remembering how the GOP House impeached Clinton for lying about a blowjob during the same period the Speaker was cheating on his own wife.
After I pick my jaw up off the floor, I remind myself that a prerequisite for being a Republican at the national level is to either have been born without a sense of shame, or to have had your sense of shame chemically removed. There is no other explanation for how they get up and face the world every day.
Definently a Tangerine Dream soundtrack. Those low buzzing angry bees sounding long sustained chords, like in Soccerer. Or you know, a Goblin soundtrack like Argento used in Susperia. That would work.
What if Lev was a gentle, peaceful soul typecast into a life of violent thuggery because he looks just like a violent thug. That would be sad. No matter how hard he tried in his career writing greeting cards he just couldn't gain any traction. People can be so cruel.
Trump seems drawn to people with bad comb overs. I don't know why they bother. Down deep they must know how stupid they look. Maybe not. You know the hookers don't care about hair loss.
The combover thing dovetails nicely with their belief that forms and rituals magically disguise reality. It's like Trump's Oval Office "look what I did" poses with bills he hasn't read, or a Ben Garrison cartoon. As with the combovers, they're only fooling themselves but their readiness to fake it in the face of all evidence proves their membership in the club.
I attribute the combover, skin tinting and earlier (shitty) plastic surgery to vanity, sure, but also gender dysformia (sp.). The latter is some perverse tribute to his mother. I'd guess that she was the loving parent Donnie. I think while Fred found Donnie a useful tool, I don't think Fred ever had much respect for Donnie; there were the casinos then, shortly before dementia took control, Donnie's trying to get Fred to change his will for Donnie's benefit.
I feel for you, Roy--your scenarios have to make sense, so you need to ascribe intelligence and motive to characters who couldn't find either if they were safety-pinned to one of their nipples. It's been a long, grinding march through Media Mordor since Trump brought his magic touch to the Oval Office ("Doing for America what I did for Atlantic City" was one of the mottos they discarded, I guess.) but when I've pried open an eyelid I can't discern much of any motive on his part other than "Gimme!" and "More Trump on the TV!"
He's an astonishingly simple creature. Terrible storytelling material.
And I think that in Trump's deepest, most unexamined depths, there lurks the terror of . . . silence. His most profound fear is that the applause stops, that the adulation dies down. That he walks the Earth ignored. That when he gazes into the abyss, the abyss averts its gaze.
“Terrible storytelling material?” The Donald Trump of Roy’s little closet dramas is one of the great literary creations of the age. Hell, if the newsletter consisted only of once-a-week installments of these, I’d 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 subscribe.
Trump has never been a serious person in the sense of having a coherent policy agenda and strategies for delivering them. He is all all about primitive impulses and the marketing of himself. At this point, it's all about self-preservation. Expect to see less and less of Jarvanka and, aside from trying to destroy the environment, nothing in the way of a legislative initiative (if only because of the stalemate between the houses of Congress). Expect more and more Nuremberg rallies with ever diminishing crowds while the Democratic race becomes more prominent.
I haven't mentioned the impeachment trial because, despite some breathless talk about dissident GOP senators, this is a predictable outcome (but not one that will boost Trump's ratings).
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TBH, I'm getting, I dunno, stressed or something by these White House scenes. While I marvel at how well Roy repeatedly nails Donnie, they're far too sympathetic towards Mulvaney.
Well, the Republicans and DLC Democrats finally made the US a decadent shithole, a hotbed of nihilism where nothing matters.
That's not true. Money matters — just money, and the power necessary to get it.
Just like in every shithole ever: A corrupt elite solely extracting and doing nothing for the people.
Love it.
Whenever new revelations about the Trump Administration’s rampant criminality surface and GOP Senators hand-wave them away, I just keep remembering how the GOP House impeached Clinton for lying about a blowjob during the same period the Speaker was cheating on his own wife.
After I pick my jaw up off the floor, I remind myself that a prerequisite for being a Republican at the national level is to either have been born without a sense of shame, or to have had your sense of shame chemically removed. There is no other explanation for how they get up and face the world every day.
Definently a Tangerine Dream soundtrack. Those low buzzing angry bees sounding long sustained chords, like in Soccerer. Or you know, a Goblin soundtrack like Argento used in Susperia. That would work.
What if Lev was a gentle, peaceful soul typecast into a life of violent thuggery because he looks just like a violent thug. That would be sad. No matter how hard he tried in his career writing greeting cards he just couldn't gain any traction. People can be so cruel.
Trump seems drawn to people with bad comb overs. I don't know why they bother. Down deep they must know how stupid they look. Maybe not. You know the hookers don't care about hair loss.
That's cause Trumpov *is* a bad combover: he thinks he's getting away with something but it's ugly as fuck to the rest of the world.
Who brags about his great head of hair and complains LED lights make him look orange? Zero self awareness.
The combover thing dovetails nicely with their belief that forms and rituals magically disguise reality. It's like Trump's Oval Office "look what I did" poses with bills he hasn't read, or a Ben Garrison cartoon. As with the combovers, they're only fooling themselves but their readiness to fake it in the face of all evidence proves their membership in the club.
Lev looks like a live action Chester Gould character.
I attribute the combover, skin tinting and earlier (shitty) plastic surgery to vanity, sure, but also gender dysformia (sp.). The latter is some perverse tribute to his mother. I'd guess that she was the loving parent Donnie. I think while Fred found Donnie a useful tool, I don't think Fred ever had much respect for Donnie; there were the casinos then, shortly before dementia took control, Donnie's trying to get Fred to change his will for Donnie's benefit.
I feel for you, Roy--your scenarios have to make sense, so you need to ascribe intelligence and motive to characters who couldn't find either if they were safety-pinned to one of their nipples. It's been a long, grinding march through Media Mordor since Trump brought his magic touch to the Oval Office ("Doing for America what I did for Atlantic City" was one of the mottos they discarded, I guess.) but when I've pried open an eyelid I can't discern much of any motive on his part other than "Gimme!" and "More Trump on the TV!"
He's an astonishingly simple creature. Terrible storytelling material.
I disagree. Everyone has hidden depths.
And I think that in Trump's deepest, most unexamined depths, there lurks the terror of . . . silence. His most profound fear is that the applause stops, that the adulation dies down. That he walks the Earth ignored. That when he gazes into the abyss, the abyss averts its gaze.
Good point. When you've lost the abyss, you've lost everything.
'When youʼre gay for the Abyss long enough, the Abyss gays back at you.'
Well, you're the professional, aren't you? ;-)
I do appreciate your efforts; just not sure I could stomach close contemplation of the moral abnegation at the heart of Trumpism.
“Terrible storytelling material?” The Donald Trump of Roy’s little closet dramas is one of the great literary creations of the age. Hell, if the newsletter consisted only of once-a-week installments of these, I’d 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 subscribe.
I am definitely stealing “Nobody whose head is more than 25 percent scar tissue”. That’s just awesome
"You're in overtime already, sir."
From your keyboard to God's ears, Roy.
Trump has never been a serious person in the sense of having a coherent policy agenda and strategies for delivering them. He is all all about primitive impulses and the marketing of himself. At this point, it's all about self-preservation. Expect to see less and less of Jarvanka and, aside from trying to destroy the environment, nothing in the way of a legislative initiative (if only because of the stalemate between the houses of Congress). Expect more and more Nuremberg rallies with ever diminishing crowds while the Democratic race becomes more prominent.
I haven't mentioned the impeachment trial because, despite some breathless talk about dissident GOP senators, this is a predictable outcome (but not one that will boost Trump's ratings).
Nobody ~ NOBODY ~ has nailed the Drumpf White House follies more incisively, succinctly and humourously, than you, Roy. Ta.
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If we could only get Anonymous to leave these scripts on the Resolute desk....
TBH, I'm getting, I dunno, stressed or something by these White House scenes. While I marvel at how well Roy repeatedly nails Donnie, they're far too sympathetic towards Mulvaney.