Putting the big boy boom boom in perspective

So what did the midget thumbed little Caesar actually accomplish with his big bomb on ISIS.

Here’s a comparison:

On first glance, based on size, this looks really bad, because in Trumpworld, size matters.

But what’s the actual explosive yield?

And here’s something else you should know about the MOAB:

So there you have it. As with everything the annoying orange does, there are performance issues. Why doesn’t he just buy a new Maserati, like all of the other insecure tiny tooled rich guys?

Small fingered vulgarian drops big bomb

This is not good:

The US military dropped America’s most powerful non-nuclear bomb on ISIS targets in Afghanistan Thursday, the first time this type of weapon has been used in battle, according to US officials.

A GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb (MOAB), nicknamed the “mother of all bombs,” was dropped at 7:32 p.m. local time, according to four US military officials with direct knowledge of the mission. A MOAB is a 30-foot-long, 21,600-pound, GPS-guided munition.

Trump won't say if he signed off on bomb use

President Donald Trump called it “another successful job” later Thursday.
To recap: When Pussy-grabber dropped a few dozen bombs on and airstrip in Syria a few days ago, a bunch of moron pundits urged him on saying he was acting presidential. He liked hearing good things said about him, so he decided “if they thought that was cool, let’s make a bigger BOOM.”
And you know that’s how his mind works. (Me make boom boom in toilet and daddy says I’m a good boy. I make bigger boom boom next time and daddy will love me more!)
DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM! IF HE THINKS THIS IS GOOD, YOU KNOW WHAT HE’LL DO NEXT!!!

An observation on the bombing of Syria

Maybe this is why El Cheeto chose the air strike. From VSB:

At the time of writing, there are roughly 134813274894 different theories circulating today about why he decided to bomb Syria, when the most likely one is that he had some really good waffles for breakfast at Mar-a-Lago on Monday, and really liked the maple syrup, and kept saying “That was some really bomb syrup.” And an aid was like “Excuse me, sir? You want to bomb Syria?” And he was like “Yeah, I want some bomb syrup.” And now Syria is bombed, and Trump just fired that aid for not bringing him any more syrup.

Donald Trump, Steve Bannon, Jared Kushner — these are not exceptional men. These vile chickenhawks are just ordinary and petty White dudes with money and power. That’s it. There’s nothing to see other than what you see. Maybe they’ll cause World War III, and maybe they won’t. But stop giving these barely sentient bumbling fucks so much damn credit for being so aggressively mediocre.

I believe the thought process went something like this:

Lügenduck: The buck doesn’t stop here

The  mango-hued Shitgibbon (thanks Mock Paper Scissors) ordered a raid on Yemen. It went south and a Navy SEAL died. So surely, he’ll man up to the fact that it was his responsibility and he takes full blame:

In an interview with Fox News that aired Tuesday morning, Trump said the mission “was started before I got here.”

He noted that the operation was something his generals “were looking at for a long time doing.”

“This was something that was, you know, just — they wanted to do,” Trump said. “ And they came to see me and they explained what they wanted to do, the generals, who are very respected.”

“And they lost Ryan,” Trump continued.

OK. Hit Girl?

This is what’s happening in the Oval Office

gkr542vThe Lügenduck tweets:

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Because he really understands the concept of classified information:

Korea launched a ballistic missile that traveled over 300 miles before crashing into the Sea of Japan—far enough to hint at the ability to drop a nuke on one of the US’ closest allies.

Naturally, President Trump discussed the matter with Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, who was visiting the US, and National Security Adviser Michael Flynn. But here’s the problem: He did so in full view of guests at Trump’s Mar-a-Lago resort in Florida, with smartphone cameras and flashlights pointed at presumably sensitive material.

On Monday, White House press secretary Sean Spicer said that “no classified material” was shared at dinner, and that the president had received an intelligence briefing beforehand in an on-site Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility, a specially outfitted room with one purpose: Keep out the spies.

Whatever comfort that reassurance affords, it doesn’t change the reality that a high-level diplomatic conversation took place that night in full view of waitstaff and nearby diners—at least one of whom posted about the show on social media.

“It was fascinating to watch the flurry of activity at dinner when the news came that North Korea had launched a missile in the direction of Japan,” wrote Richard DeAgazio in his now-private Facebook caption. A briefing may have happened in the SCIF, but plenty of discussion happened outside of it, too. The documents in Trump’s hands may not have been classified, but Flynn and White House adviser Stephen Bannon deemed them important enough to huddle over.

If the bulk of the president’s security discussions took place in a SCIF, great. If even a small portion of them didn’t, Trump and his team took an inexcusable risk with national security.