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Living in not just the bleakest but dumbest timeline, we must now witness the “off the charts clownfuckery” that is the spectacle of quivering, grown-ass Trump lackeys faithfully, fearfully shuffling around the halls of power in his fave “old-man-from-Queens” shoes – most ill-sized – foisted on them in some weird submission ritual by a sociopath with daddy issues. What he evidently doesn’t know: A. They’re made in China, B. Their company is suing him for his illegal tariffs. Up next: Kim Jong Un haircuts for all.<\/p>\n

The latest manifestation of Trump’s petty megalomania came to light when astute observers noticed that first Lil Marco Rubio, then other White House buffoons were sporting <\/a>the same often-too-large shoes, which all turned out to be the $145, black oxford Florsheims regularly worn and touted by Trump. In a cringe origin story<\/em> recounted <\/a>by cringe JD Vance, the Favorite Florsheims Saga began at a December meeting in the Oval Bordello when Trump, always laser-focused, began staring at people\u2019s feet and abruptly declared, “You guys have shitty shoes.” He asked their shoe sizes. He (likely) ignored\/forgot them. The shoes started arriving. He mercilessly badgered them: “Did you get the shoes?” And the dutiful flunkies, having already “left their manhood pickled in a golden jar on Trump\u2019s desk,” took on the latest indignity of clomping around in their sadist dad’s shoes.<\/p>\n

Rubio, Vance, Hegseth, Duffy, Lutnick, Lindsey Graham, Sean Hannity. “All the boys have them,\u201d said a female White House official. “It’s hysterical, because everybody\u2019s afraid not to wear them.” Beware Trump bearing gifts: Armchair analysts took the shoe pageantry and ran with it. It’s an ugly game of subjugation, an abuser’s way of exhibiting dominance over minions like the belligerent handshake, belittling nicknames, savage put-downs if any inferior dares to question or stray. It’s a piece of “exquisite and complex satire” about the juvenile male anxiety over penis size. It’s a humiliation ritual by a small, hollow, clueless, malignant narcissist with “a black hole of insecurity for a dog shit soul” whose only vestige of sense of self is divulged in a vulgar, outlandish brand – fake hair, fake tan, golf cap, red tie, beloved archaic “mall shoes” – he flaunts before his cowering vassals.<\/p>\n

Historically, it’s also a classic move by totalitarian leaders intent on establishing political and psychological fealty. See Mao jackets, Heil Hitlers,<\/em> Stalin humiliating the clumsy Khrushchev by making him dance at his parties, Trump’s Cabinet meetings become groveling, ring-and-ass-kissing circle jerks. Shoes can be a potent symbol in a performance: Khrushchev, in power, banging his shoe at the UN to punctuate his threat, “We will bury you”; an Iraqi protester hurling one, then two, in Arab culture “ritually unclean” shoes at Bush – who deftly dodged – at a Baghdad presser to show ultimate contempt; clowns of any variety, circus to MAGA, rendered most foolish in flapping massive flotsam. Imagine preening Pete Hegseth, who just banned un-hot photos of himself, with his tight suits and he-man Nazi tattoos, squeezed into or swimming in sloppy clunkers. <\/p>\n

Adding insult to injury for these lame heroes of the manosphere, Florsheims are deeply uncool, “a brand you last saw when you were cleaning out your dead grandpa\u2019s room and they were under his bed.” Like most things, they’re also the brainchild of immigrants, launched <\/a>in Chicago in 1892 by German immigrant Sigmund Florsheim and his eldest son Milton. At its peak through two World Wars, a $5 pair of “genuine Florsheims” reportedly sold every 4 seconds; a timely gag in the great <\/em>Chinatown<\/em><\/a>, set in 1937, has Jack Nicholson’s Jake Gittes wading through diverted muddy water and scowling, “Goddamn Florsheims!” Its website boasts of “a reputation for being at the forefront of the newest trends while staying true to a legacy (of) quality craftsmanship”; in truth, they’re now mostly found in downscale shopping malls and discount stores, struggling to escape a rep as relics of the past.<\/p>\n

Today, Florsheim’s belongs to parent company Weyco Group <\/em>Inc. Unsurprisingly – so much again for the Klan-redolent “America First” mantra – they’re made overseas in India, China, Cambodia, Dominican Republic. They seem to have a reasonably modern (sorry, “woke”) worldview, with Black models and a Sustainability In Action<\/a> program. And they’re suing <\/a>Trump – atypically, not just multiple federal agencies, but Trump himself – seeking refunds plus interest <\/em>for the “unprecedented power grab” of his unlawful, <\/a>unilaterally levied tariffs<\/a> “without notice, public comment or Congressional authorization.” SCOTUS already struck them down last month, citing the possible “mess” of upcoming “refunds of billions of dollars”; on March 4, a U.S. Trade Court judge basically said have at it when he ordered<\/a> the regime to start paying those ill-begotten billions. <\/p>\n

For now, the case is stayed. But many other companies are demanding <\/a>their money back, and so is a coalition <\/a>of two dozen states. As the pitchforks come out, online wags stay busy devising shoe puns: toeing the line, holding your tongue, comments laced with wit, heels with no soles, an ad for Sieg Heels: “Nobody puts the step in goosestep like Sieg Heels!\u201d Meanwhile, our F\u00fchrer’s debased lickspittles stumble across the world stage, tripping on their own moral cowardice en route to the apocalypse. They need to remember Solzhenitsyn\u2019s <\/em>elemental advice in Gulag Archipelago<\/em>: \u201cDon\u2019t ever be the first to stop applauding.” Or, God forbid, flapping their fucking, war-mongering, world-razing clown shoes.<\/p>\n