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Whew. Last week was…a week. Enraging, astounding, often venomous, with flailing small dicktator energy all around. There were pigs, dogs, bonesaws, pedophiles, tumbling polls, charming Marxists, almost everything he’s done declared illegal and defiant Democrats threatened with death for, um, defending the rule of law. Sen. Chris Murphy’s message to those still complacent before the growing dangers posed by a cornered, venal, fascist loser: “Maybe now would be the time to pick a fucking side.”<\/p>\n

Over the last bungled weeks of a shambolic presidency that’s transmuted America into ugly chaos, the wannabe king has suffered enough losses – electoral, legal, political, economic – some observers argue he’s finally losing his mystifying “air of impenetrability,” with polls showing him underwater on every issue, including immigration. As U.S. consumer sentiment falls over 7 points to record lows –<\/a> thanks disastrous tariffs! – <\/a>he has a lame 26% approval rating on the cost of living, 76% of Fox <\/em>viewers say <\/a>the economy is bad, and even cult members shopping for the holidays are reportedly starting to notice the dissonance <\/a>between his gold ballroom and their unaffordable “groceries,” even if he did <\/em>invent the elegant word. Hell, they might even spot the idiocy of a guy who recently revealed he had an MRI, insisted it had “the best result,” but when asked if it was for his brain raved, “I have no idea what they analyzed, but whatever they analyzed, they analyzed it well.” <\/p>\n

They’ve also finally noted his stonewalling on what is evidently, universally unpopular pedophilia, with 80% of voters blasting his handling of his dead bestie predator’s files and the “wonderful secret<\/a>” they shared. Even as Congress voted to release the Epstein files and Trump signed off on it, he continues whining <\/a>it’s “time to move on” from “a Hoax” that just deflects from his “Great Success (with) Affordability (where we are winning BIG!)” and “gaining Trillions of Dollars of Investment” and “stopping Transgender for Everyone.” Hmm. A tad suspiciously, he then ordered his Dept. of Justice (sic) to newly investigate <\/a>any creepy Democrat <\/em>pedophiles though they already said there’d be no more investigations; asked about that disparity, a robotic Pam Bondi declaimed <\/a>there is “Information…new information” but not to worry because they will “follow the law” with “maximum transparency,” blankly repeating, def not from a script, “follow the law, maximum transparency,” “follow the law….”<\/p>\n

Finally, desperately cornered into “maximum transparency” after months of dissembling and deflection and lies, Trump has taken in stride his monumental failure to get his way and hide his crimes with the calm compliance of any vaguely responsible adult who knows he’s doing the right thing. Just kidding. Because, “Nothing says ‘I’m definitely not worried about the Epstein Files’ like telling a female reporter, ‘Quiet, Piggy,'” that’s what he now famously did <\/a>last week during a press gaggle on Air Force One en route from D.C. to Mar-A-Lago (again). Asked by Catherine Lucey, a senior Bloomberg <\/em>reporter who’s covered national politics for over 20 years, what Epstein meant when he said Trump “knew about the girls” – duh – he said, “I know nothing about that” but insisted on his “very bad relationship”<\/a> with his longtime bestie. When Lucey began a <\/em>very sensible<\/em> follow-up question – “If there’s nothing incriminating in the files…” he lost it. “Quiet! Quiet, piggy,” <\/a>he snarled, jabbing his stubby, rancid, little finger in her face.<\/p>\n

It was, of course, “one more unforgivable thing in a list of 20,000 unforgivable things.” It was the gazillionth loutish, repulsive, misogynist dross issuing from the vile anus mouth that’s spewed, <\/a>“be nice<\/a>;” “fat pig,” “keep your voice down,” “not my type,” “what a nasty question,” <\/a>“don’t be threatening,” “that’s enough of you,” “there was blood coming out of her eyes, out of her wherever,” and, “they let you do it.” Perhaps because it was more of the same or that no reporter stood up to it, the atrocity drew little mainstream coverage. But for many, revulsion at his aberrant, “aggressive sexism now seemingly uncontrollable by the man himself” took off. Among pols, Gavin Newsom and his take-no-prisoners press team<\/a> <\/a>were almost alone to speak up,<\/a> loudly. Along with legit critiques – tariffs, ballrooms, gold crap, last month’s 40,000 layoffs: “Cant. Stop. Winning” – there was the pig-faced builder<\/a> of ballrooms, the Trump\/Epstein “piggies,” the “Good Night <\/a>Little Piggy” and several other grotesqueries.<\/p>\n

Speaking of: In the following days, there was also treacherous, sycophantic Press Barbie, aka Washington Rose, excusing the “hostile sexism” widely deemed <\/a>not just a crass personal offense but “a political weapon (tied) to violence, a war on women that is ultimately part of the war on democracy.” First, Karoline Leavitt tried out, “This reporter behaved in an inappropriate and unprofessional way towards her colleagues” – with, obviously, zero evidence. When that didn’t fly, she turned to calling for us, his lucky minions, to celebrate the mad king’s “frankness.” We should respect “the president being frank and honest,” she said, returning to the “frankness” theme three more times as “one of the many reasons the American people reelected him.” Also, “fake news,” calling it “like he sees it,” and getting “frustrated with reporters when you lie about him” – which we bet is a lot like patriots getting “frustrated” when foul regime flunkies brazenly lie to them about fucking everything.<\/p>\n