The Orange Pansy, Rash Dimbulb, and the NFL live in the Fantasy Land of Poiwer.

Power is real, kiddies. Sort of. Like anything else here and now, it is fleeting. You can force people to do want you want, but you can't force them to believe your lies and you can't make them love you. (I would apologize to George Orwell here, but I know 1984 was all allegory.)

Ultimately, the only thing the powerful can do is murder people by the train-load. That gets them millions of rotting corpses and millions more surly slackers who will only do enough for Leviathan to stay alive. Of course. for the true totalitarian dumbass, this is paradise.

Stalin and Mao, the two greatest mass-murderers so far, died peacefully in their sleep (maybe) at ripe old ages. I figure they thought they had been quite successful and would be remembered as great men. They now know the Truth, as we all will eventually.

The NFL only cares about money and money is power. The dumb jocks "protesting" don't give a damn even if cops were hunting blacks for sport. They are rich spoiled clowns who live in gated communities and only visit the old neighborhood for photo ops with plenty of bodyguards just out of camera range.

And what about little Rashie Dimbulb, the Fake Conservatives' favorite fat, deaf, and drug-addicted star? He whined about how for the first time in 45 years he deliberately didn't watch the NFL on Sunday. I would congratulate him on becoming a man, but he's like 80.  Real men have responsibilities and only get to watch an occasional game. Dimbulb doesn't get this because he disposes of his "wives" the same way he gets rid of the sandpaper he jerks off into (He's a tough guy, don't you know...) and he is a nulliparous ninny, so he isn't responsible for any kids. Even if he has a good excuse, like he can't get it up without sandpaper, he could adopt a few kiddies. But that would take love...and principles.

Let us face the sad facts, kiddies. Orange Clump is perfect for us. It is exactly what we deserve. It is profoundly ignorant, childish, petty, and unjustifiably arrogant with the attention span of a gnat.

It is exactly the same as its friends AND its enemies.

It might start shooting and it might not. Maybe the next personification of Truth, Justice, and the Amerikan Way will. Or the one after that...but there will be blood. (Also the name of a really dumbass movie, BTW.)

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

Little Miss Dana Milbank comes down with the vapors.

She is not alone. Sissies all over the world are suffering.

What is La Milbank's cure for what ails Amerika?

EVEN MORE FASCISM!


President Trump actually is making us crazy -  Washington's other other newspaper- 

President Trump is making us ill. He’s also driving us crazy.

Since I wrote last week about the possibility that Trump is literally killing me (in the form of high blood pressure), the reaction has been, as the kids say, sick.

From the left came a flood of responses from people experiencing all manner of symptoms, real or imagined, of what I called Trump Hypertensive Unexplained Disorder: Disturbed sleep. Anger. Dread. Weight loss. Overeating. Headaches. Fainting. Irregular heartbeat. Chronic neck pain. Depression. Irritable bowel syndrome. Tightness in the chest. Shortness of breath. Teeth grinding. Stomach ulcer. Indigestion. Shingles. Eye twitching. Nausea. Irritability. High blood sugar. Tinnitus. Reduced immunity. Racing pulse. Shaking limbs. Hair loss. Acid reflux. Deteriorating vision. Stroke. Heart attack.

It was a veritable organ recital.

From the other side came a similar profusion of responses, in email, on Facebook and from the cesspool known as Twitter, of people wishing me dead. “Hurry up and die already! . . . DO US ALL A FAVOR AND JUST CURL UP AND DIE !!!!!!!!! . . . With any luck at all Milback [sic] will succumb. . . . just see a dr. You know, Dr Kevorkian.” Dozens of Trump supporters delighted in responding by making vulgar references to vaginas, and one wrote to my wife to say it gave him “endless satisfaction” to report that my death is likely.

Well, sweetie, you are kind of a bitch, after all.

Then there was somebody under the Twitter handle @deacongfrost: “I HAPPILY KILL YOU.”

I wrote the original piece half in jest, but the response showed something deeper: A large number of people reporting stress-induced illnesses in the Trump era, and another large number of people so consumed by political disagreement that they desire the death of someone who has different views. Clearly, Trump is causing, or at least aggravating, mental-health problems on both sides.

A timely new paper discusses this phenomenon in the Trump era and the challenge it has caused to the mental-health profession, which is moving toward giving political views a more prominent place in psychotherapy. The paper, by New York analyst Matt Aibel, will be published in January in the journal “Psychoanalytic Perspectives.” Aibel, a college friend of mine, gave me an advance copy.

“Since the start of Trump’s rise to power,” Aibel writes, analysts “have become acutely attuned to traumatic arousals” in patients from the political environment. “Several colleagues have shared that many formerly eating disordered patients were retriggered to bulimic episodes that hadn’t occurred in many years until Trump’s candidacy. . . . In the run-up to the election, mental health providers of all stripes were reporting ‘a striking number of anxious and depressed clients who are fixated on the election, primarily fearful of Trump.’ Since Election Day, such colloquialisms as Trump Slump, Trump Anxiety and Trump Affective Disorder achieved cultural and perhaps even clinical currency (in an informally diagnostic sense, of course) along with increases in reported incidents of bullying” and the like.

Those on the right might label this “Trump Derangement Syndrome,” much as I and others detected an “Obama Derangement Syndrome” previously. But the mental trauma caused by politics has reached a point, Aibel argues, where psychoanalysts must rethink how they do things.

“Freudian psychologists had little interest in the political. But the profession is coming to realize that ‘the personal’ and ‘the political’ are in reality not distinct,” as Aibel puts it. (Finally that arch-fascist and fraud Freud is exposed! 'That will be $200 and I will need to see you every week for the next seventeen years.") In our current us-vs.-them, zero-sum politics, “dearly held self-representations distort perceptions, alter judgment, resist disconfirming factual evidence and remain impervious to rational argument, a phenomenon well-documented in the political and social science literatures . . . and disconcertingly demonstrated by the Trump faithful’s clinging to their ‘alternative facts.’ ” Aibel acknowledges the unique difficulty in getting people to examine the unconscious parts of political perceptions, because of the “strong pulls of tribalism and moral certitude,” but it must be attempted.

Partisanship drives so much of our lives: where we live, who our friends and spouses are, where we worship and go to school. Mental-health professionals can’t expect to understand or help their patients if they don’t take into account the socio-political beliefs that determine so much about who we are and how we think. “The political, as unusually challenging as it may be to work with, is understood as an essential, irreducible aspect of our self-representations and an undeniably consequential factor in our difficulties in living,” Aibel writes.

I hope the new approach works, though I fear that those most likely to subject themselves to psychotherapy are not the ones who send social-media messages wishing for my death.

As the mental-health professionals sort this out, I’ll be contemplating the many suggestions helpful readers sent in for treating my own Trump-induced illness: acupuncture, Himalayan herbs, vitamin supplements, yoga, flossing, playing with puppies — and the most common suggestion, unplugging from the news. If only I could.

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.

End Stage Amerika: The Rise of Orange Bonapartism.

Enter the American Bonaparte, President Tweet-For-Brains. The 140 pump chump that can't climax even after all that self-abuse. (No wonder it's afraid of NFL guys with 17 kids out of 11 women.)

No, I don't think it actually believes it is Napoleon. That would be kind of quaint and endearing, actually. Madmen thinking they were Jesus or Napoleon was a thing once upon a time. It has never read a book so I doubt it has heard of either man. 

No, Bonapartism is a political concept. (However, this does not mean it is sane.) Here are a few Wikipedia quotes from M. Bonaparte to illustrate our current predicament:

“The Revolution is over... I am the Revolution.

"I closed the gulf of anarchy and brought order out of chaos. I rewarded merit regardless of birth or wealth, wherever I found it. I abolished feudalism and restored equality to all regardless of religion and before the law. I fought the decrepit monarchies of the Old Regime because the alternative was the destruction of all this. I purified the Revolution.“ 

What is a throne? — a bit of wood gilded and covered in velvet. I am the state— I alone am here the representative of the people. Even if I had done wrong you should not have reproached me in public — people wash their dirty linen at home. France has more need of me than I of France.

    Statement to the Senate (1814) He echoes here the remark attributed to Louis XIV L'état c'est moi ( "The State is I" or more commonly: "I am the State.")

Napoleon thought he was France, just as A Cockjerk Orange thinks it is the USA. Of course, Napoleon had a lot of military victories that made him a bit full of himself. The Orange Menace is just a dick that thinks it something more than a dick. The Orange Suck-Hole has the same ignorant megalomania albeit without the impressive accomplishments of Napoleon. (Both however, are famous for having  tiny genitals and hands.)

Orange Clump cannot accept the fact it is not the Statue of Liberty, Uncle Sam, or even the hot new Columbia chick

that appears on the screen before the movie starts.

That's no surprise, because it has been pretending to be a man for decades, only getting away with it because many folks are stupid enough to believe it is a billionaire. It's amazing what people will believe if you lie often and loudly enough.

I'm predicting that two weeks into its second term, it will bust out the Juan Peron look. 

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.