Donald Trump seems to realize he is being interviewed, so he tries his best to say some words that sound like sentences.

“And you know gasoline was under $2. Now, it’s very high, coming down because they’re doing they’re throwing everything they possibly can to get it. But right after the election, if that ever happened, and you just better hope to God it doesn’t happen where he gets in, because he’s destroying this country.”

Trump’s incomprehensible interview – Boing Boing

There’s been much discussion about how Trump’s brain appears to be melting; and while it’s probably true that his mental acuity is leaking out of his ears, the coverage by left-leaning outlets and the talk in progressive social spaces, seems much too gleeful. I don’t say this out of deference to Trump’s well-being or dignity (frankly, I hope a bird shits in his mouth), but in the fact that a drooling, brainless dictator would hardly be an improvement over the barely sentient power-mad dunderhead that he’s previously proved himself to be. As long as he’s alive, the GOP will treat him like a living god because he’s presently their only shot at grasping power from the jaws of irrelevancy. (And when he dies, he’ll just BE God as far as their concerned.) It’s laugh or cry, I guess.

But of course, the Republican party is the party of age-related mental deficiency. Who hasn’t heard the countless Trump supporter interviews where the poor sods can’t seem to form a coherent sentence, and who respond to every correction of their whack-a-doo interpretation of the facts with a grumbly, “well whatever”? Who hasn’t dealt with that elderly relative who complains about immigration by spouting a stream-of-consciousness rant that somehow encompasses Denny’s, Black Lives Matter, and your estranged uncle Rick? Or that other relative who calls you when their cable goes out, but it takes you fifteen minutes of the most baffling conversation of your life just to determine that’s what they’re calling about? Or that boss who spits out impossible to follow instructions, and shouts “YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT” when asked for clarification? This is their backbone, their base, who they are.

These fuckers don’t just love Trump because they want revenge against everyone they feel has disrespected them, and stolen the good life from them — no, they love him all the more for the mish-mush babbling he does. He is literally speaking their language. It’s like those weirdos who claim to hear messages in radio static, except this bullshit is going to get a lot more women and minorities killed. Hell, it doesn’t matter if a cloud of moths fly out every time he opens his mouth. They know what he means… even if he doesn’t.

https://chillysquid.com/2024/01/22/dementianation/

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Boing Boing: Speculation Trump’s “mystery cuts” are syphilis (video)

This line of speculation doesn’t answer any questions — it just raises thousands more! Like “huh?” and “wha?” and “guh?” Or, more seriously: where would he have gotten it. Why wouldn’t he get that shit taken care of? Has James Carville’s folksy analogies finally eaten the reasoning center of his brain?

This theory seems unlikely is what I’m saying.

If by some miracle this wild fantasy turns out to be true, then well done to whomever it was that managed to infect the old orange bastard; and I’m sorry about the super herpes you no doubt contracted in the process.

But no; the smart money says that is that this is errant nonsense at best. And frankly, I wouldn’t wish a case of syphilis on Mr. Trump. After all — it’s hardly ever lethal these days.

https://chillysquid.com/2024/01/17/like-a-dog-full-of-bees-when-you-open-your-mouth-on-tv-somethings-gotta-come-out/

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