How did the mango-hued babyman sell us out this time?

Putin and his little pony

From The Hill:

President Trump held a second, informal talk with Russian President Vladimir Putin on the sidelines of the Group of 20 (G-20) summit in Hamburg, Germany, earlier this month, the White House confirmed Tuesday.

Press secretary Sean Spicer confirmed Trump and Putin spoke at the G-20 heads of state dinner, hours after their formal bilateral sit-down.

According to Tuesday reports, in their second conversation, Trump spoke with the Russian leader for roughly an hour, joined only by Putin’s translator. The meeting had previously gone without mention by the administration.

The White House confirmed that Trump and Putin spoke at a dinner for G20 leaders and their spouses. But a White House official appeared to dispute that the discussion lasted an hour, saying the two only spoke “briefly” near the end of the dinner. 

“There was no ‘second meeting’ between President Trump and President Putin, just a brief conversation at the end of a dinner,” the official said. “The insinuation that the White House has tried to ‘hide’ a second meeting is false, malicious and absurd.”

The White House said the two men used the Russian translator to converse because the American translator accompanying President Trump spoke Japanese. 

This is wrong on so many levels. Pussy grabber probably sold us out and agreed to something we’re going to regret later. How the fuck do you talk to Putin without your own translator sitting with you?

I really believe the interchange between Putin and his translator went like this:

Babyman: You know I beat Hillary bigly. It was the greatest electoral upset of all time. No one said I could do it. And I won the popular vote.

Putin’s translator to Putin (in Russian): Dickhead is jerking himself off again on how he won the election.

Putin to his translator (in Russian): Dipshit still hasn’t figured out that we rigged the whole thing. What a dope. What an ultramaroon.

Putin’s translator to Babyman: We congratulate you on your honorable victory.

Babyman: And don’t let anyone tell you I didn’t win the popular vote. All those illegal immigrants in California shouldn’t have counted. Bad people. Rapists. Murderers. I’m building a wall. It’s a great wall. The Great Wall of America. Chinese have nothing on us.

Putin’s translator to Putin (in Russian): You know he’s talking about the popular vote and immigrants, right? You heard him say California and wall and Chinese? How does he get his head that far up his ass?

Putin to his translator (in Russian): You remember those Jerry Lewis movies where the moron yells “Hey, lady!”? He reminds me of that guy. Hey, you want to stop by later and watch him and the whores on the pee tape? It’s a riot.

Putin’s translator to Babyman: Your accomplishments are monumental. You should be very proud of yourself.

The orange babyman apparently has a son who’s an idiot

This is not how you cover up the fact that your dad’s campaign colluded with the Russians to throw the 2016 presidential election in his favor (via Esquire):

On the electric Twitter machine, for reasons known only to whatever pagan deity watches over this gang of grifters and fools, Junior had published the entire email chain, the contents of which, in any ordinary time, would have everybody involved being fitted for leg-irons, their room reservations at Leavenworth already booked. From The Guardian:

 

The emails show music promoter Rob Goldstone telling the future US president’s son that “the crown prosecutor of Russia” had offered “to provide the Trump campaign with some official documents and information that would incriminate Hillary and her dealings with Russia and would be very useful to your father”. Goldstone adds: “This is obviously very high level and sensitive information but is part of Russia and its government’s support for Mr Trump.” Trump Jr replies 17 minutes later and welcomes the offer. “If it’s what you say, I love it, especially later in the summer.”

 

I might have been cautious about commenting merely on this information, largely because this Goldstone character looks like the mugshot of every two-bit hoodlum capped by Whitey Bulger, but then Junior threw my caution to the wind.

The email chain makes clear that the Trump campaign colluded with the Russian government. Further, it also makes plain that not only Junior, but also Manafort and Kushner knew the campaign had done so because Junior was kind enough to forward the emails to them. He incriminated himself. He incriminated the other two. He made a lie out of practically everything that the Trump camp has said on the subject for over a year. He landed a clean shot below the waterline of his father’s administration. Again, I thought of Nixon, standing behind a podium in the White House, while the tape from June 23, 1972 unspooled to an eager world, and then telling the assembled press corps, “See? It’s just like I said. I’m not involved.”

This isn’t a smoking gun. It’s a smoking machine gun, and Junior is holding it to his nose, snorting the fumes, and acting like he just bagged a 2,000 pound elephant.

Except this elephant is his dad’s campaign, and he doesn’t seem to realize he’s fucked up bigly. Maybe this is the way he’s always been. He fucks up, and dad pays someone off to clean up the mess.

I though George W. Bush (the dumber) had the stupidest administration in history, and I thought Richard Nixon had the most corrupt. They don’t hold a candle to the mess we have running this country now.

Look at it this way: It took Bush and Nixon years to reach the pinnacle of their corruption and incompetence.

Babyman has been in office for less than six months.

Meanwhile, the pump truppets are watching Junior Babyman on Hannity and fill their skull cavities with more bullshit.

Do the right thing

This should be common knowledge by now:

But when it’s presented this way, something clicked for me and I flashed on this:

The mango-hued babyman isn’t going to do the right thing. He’s busy lining his pockets with government cash by putting his business interests above the interests of the American people. His IKEA cabinet is doing everything it can to wreck American lives. And his loyal army of empty headed pump truppets are going to support their team while the team leaders do everything they can to turn back progress that has saved and protected those who need it the most.

People overseas don’t trust this administration to do the right thing. Everyone in this country should know by now that the disaster of November 2016 is not going to lead to the right thing being done.

We’ve got to fight the powers that be.

I can’t stress enough that this is not normal

Babyman tweeted this yesterday;

I repeat. Babyman tweeted this yesterday:

This is fucked up.

I used to say “If Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama did anything like this, people would be losing their shit.”

Now I’m saying “If George Bush (the Dumber) or Dick Cheney (the Dark Lord) did anything like this, people would be losing their shit.”

And one other thing.

This is a distraction. The Orange Julius Caesar and his traitorous gaggle of Republican senators and representatives in Washington are going to take your healthcare from you. TV people, whose attention span is almost as short as Babyman’s, are going to pontificate over this video for hours.

But right now, Kentucky’s Mitch McConnell, Wisconsin’s Paul Ryan and their villainous vermin co-conspirators are looking at the weak among us and saying, “Yes, we can kill them, because we have to give tax cuts to billionaires.”

Billionaires like Babyman and their complicit offspring.

Yes, this is not normal. And yes, your life depends on it.

The confederacy of doofuses

What are the pump trumpets up to today?

Benjamin Hornberger, a 23–year–old self–described “patriot” from Pennsylvania went to Gettysburg National Military Park on Saturday to stop anti–fascist protesters from desecrating Confederate graves. But things didn’t go exactly as planned for Mr. Hornberger.

Not only were there no menacing Antifa warriors to battle, but also Hornberger ended up shooting himself in the leg with his own gun. A park officer saved Hornberger’s life by quickly applying a tourniquet to his leg to stop the bleeding, according to media reports.

I can’t think of a better example of Darwinism in action, but give me an hour and I know another pump trumpets will seize the day.