The Long Road Out

…of playing a soccer game that was rigged by your fat fuck daddy Don. No player with any self-respect would try to win a game so totally trashed by idiots who don’t know a thing about soccer. Marco—you’re a tool. Soccer 1. Trump: negative a million.

Vance and Trump: we’re meeting daily and crushing Iran. It’s great. The supreme leaders are quaking in their sandals. Iran: Witkoff and Jared are idiots and can’t be trusted. We will never send senior leaders to meet with them. Nor will be in the same room with anyone from the US until they release our cash and until Israel ceases violence against Lebanon. Call us when you’ve accomplished these tasks, Don. Not before. Losers. JD—shut up.

  OK, fourteen points on a memo of understanding with a guy (Trump) who has violated and ignored every contract and law he’s seen.  He’s succeeded by fucking partners and customers, and now he’s responsible for the deaths of tens of thousands.  He’s empowered Israel and Russia to new heights of terrorism—all while pretending that China or the press or the Democrats are the problem.   Fortunately, the Iranians drafted the agreement…within the first week of US and Israeli bombings.  They put out their 14 points before we assassinated their leaders.   And Trump signed it 98 days later, without change, since he has no choice.    Good news for us—imagine the fantasies Trump would have inserted.  Iranians do sodomy?  We’re at that level, guys…    Not that Israel will observe any of the points (they aren’t even a signatory to this offi...

Just got a call from my divorce lawyer at 6 AM my time…to let me know my email isn’t working (it’s working fine…) and that my ex-wife’s law firm is stealing money from my 401k which doesn’t really exist anymore.  My lawyer hasn’t mastered the idea that California is on a different time zone, or that her firm’s email system has some flaws apparently.   Anyway, it’s sunny here in California…and my cats are happily playing by some of my flowering plants by the window.  Life is kind of OK…why does news of my manipulative and sad sack and fundamentally unattractive ex cause me to consider suicide?  I’m not even clinically depressed anymore and I have lots of reasons to feel OK about myself now that I don’t have the daily reminders of hatred from Mina.   I know it’s a joke to blame everything on Trump, but this country is such a shit show now and I see Mina as an essential part of the rape of North America.  Same narcissist...

My ex for instance. Trump, who swims in the deepest putrid self-reflecting pools. A few others. People who just want the spotlight. Any spotlight. For those in similar situations—join with me in remembering: 1. Past memories are ruined. You can’t heal from them. 2. You can’t have your own present when a performer is manipulating you. There’s no happy compromise for now. 3. The future—you’re kidding, right? Why waste your future on a fraudulent and depreciating asset? Change the locks. Hit delete. Save your beautiful self. Share all that previously wasted love with someone who will be there when you’re in trouble again.

Look at our moron go---he passed a “count backwards in increments of seven” test and he thinks he’s a genius!   At exactly 12:35 in the morning, unable to sleep, the President of the United States went on Truth Social to announce that he had scored a perfect 30 out of 30 on what he called a “high difficulty” cognitive test proving his “extreme intelligence.” But the test he was bragging about, the MOCA, is not an IQ test. It is a dementia screening tool that healthy adults are expected to pass without difficulty. Healthy, confident leaders do not spend their Saturday nights bragging that they passed a dementia screen and calling it genius.   Reese points out that this is the fourth time he’s taken the same test, with the same questions.  He’s 120 for 120!    But he can’t remember the first three exams.  Oops.  F on that one, Don.  Dimwit.