The Unproductive, Malignant, Narcissism WATCH

Howdy y’all!

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Diagnosing the OPG

I thought it would be funner, cuter, and efficienter to keep a running list of the crazy shit the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is doing and explain it in terms of his three-part diagnosis:

    • Unproductive: He has very poor executive functioning. Executive function includes such things as planning, executing plans, emotional control, and  impulse control. It should be amply evident by now that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has virtually zero skills in any of these domains.
    • Malignant: This term reflects the addition of anti-social personality disorder or psychopathy symptoms to the predominant personality disorder, in this case, narcissism. Given his penchant for revenge, vindictiveness, cruelty, sadism, and obvious remorselessness, I’d say this is clear as well.
    • Narcissistic personality disorder: Well, it speaks for itself. He is the textbook case of narcissism.

1 December: Unproductive

 

At approximately 9:00 AM Thursday morning, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber pulled out his tweeter with this stubby chubbies and poked this message all over us. Most of us, don’t know the details of what it is about, but you think, Hey, isn’t it your DoJ? Ain’t AG Sessions, your boy? We all know that the DoJ and the FBI is supposed to be independent of the WH, but when was the last time the Ol’ Pussy Grabber let them any more alone than he does Mother Pence’s pussy? I ain’t talking about the SLOTUS; I’m talking VP. If that high-breasted queen ain’t qualified to be a prudish matronly type, who is? Seriously, Mother Pence could be his stage act.

But, of course, there is the cryptic, deep state, which is not a reference to his imagined Viagra-fueled sexcapades. Whatever it is about, after just a few passing seconds of consideration, you conclude, this was ill-advised.

Come to find out, Devin Nunes has been trying to abuse the Dodgy Dossier. He thinks if he looks deeply into it, he will find that there are BIG problems with it. He thinks that if he can discredit the dossier, then any investigation, i.e. warrants based on it and resulting evidence gathered, will be worthless. He’s wrong on every point. But, the House Select Committee has been trying to subpoena witnesses and documents that are protected by FISA. Everyone but the Ol’ Pussy Grabber knows this. Okay, I don’t KNOW all this, but I know, know what I mean?

Here’s the executive dysfunction part, though: by tweeting Give this information NOW, courts are being asked to construe that as a declassification order by Tweeter Dumb and are asking the court to honor their FOIA requests!

Holy shit. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber coulda just caused the damning incriminating evidence against him to be released to the public! Ha ha! Oh, the sweet sweet irony.

You see, gentle reader, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber — according to Wonkette — was watching Wednesday night’s Fox News Special Report which covered Nunes’ woes in getting classified protected information out of the DoJ or FBI, so the Ol’ Pussy Grabber thought he’d help!

People think the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is stupid when he does stuff like this, but he’s not. He just isn’t able to contain his impulses. He can’t manage his emotions. He got all excited watching the lamentations of Devin Nunes on the TV, and recognized that Devin — because they aren’t colluding at all on this alternative narrative to the Russian scandal — was having some trouble with a part of the federal government. It gave the Ol’ Pussy Grabber a sad. Then, after sleeping — which he does very little of, allegedly, because he is a very smart man, allegedly, because he read that geniuses don’t sleep much, so he sets his alarm at 3:00 AM, so he can tweet something ridiculous to prove he was up and not sleeping very much — he realized that, HEY! He’s the titular — he spent a good 30 minutes giggling over using the word tit — head of the federal government maybe there is something he could do to help poor old Devin Nunes. So, he thunk about it and remembered he had a tweeter! Tweetering has always helped in the past. It is kinda like praryer, so he’d tweet about it. And golly gee, he did and he helped.

He did not do the thing that people with even a modicum of executive functioning would do, he would be wanting to help, get a little worried about the implications of intervening in a complex situation, consult the experts, get his hand slapped for wanting to do something so stupid that even a stupid person wouldn’t do it, and then refrain.

30 November: Narcissism

Oh where to begin when documenting the cray-cray from the thing that daily abuses the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office? Where do you begin?

Well today, we can begin with a report in the New York Times that gives us two juicy frightening examples of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s delusional narcissistic thinking.

First, he is questioning the authenticity of the Access Hollywood tape in which he confesses his rapey ways to the world via the august personage of Billy Bush of the grasping doubting entitled Bushes. You know, THOSE Bushes, the ones who start wars that can do nothing but end badly and then don’t pay for them — you ever heard of, You break it, you buy it? Of course not you blue-blooded patrician never earned a fucking thing assholes — nearly bankrupting the entire country… TWICE!

Okay, back to the Maggie Haberman and Jonathan Martin article:

We don’t think it was my voice.

–The Ol’ Pussy Grabber

“We don’t think it was my voice,” he is reputed to have told a Republican senator back in January as he explained that he wanted to open an investigation into the tape! An investigation! That is dangerous delusional thinking that his aides and, allegedly, Republican senators, are covering up!

Given that he has not said this publicly or on the record, it can’t be motivated by some craven political maneuvering. It can’t. This shit has been kept tip-top secret buried within the withered cerebrum of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber and locked in the nightmares of his “advisers.” Even Jared Le Jejune Kushner knows to tamp this one down when it comes up.

So if it isn’t a lie told for political expediency, then what is it? It is a lie born of narcissistic angst and injury. It was a humiliation that even his bloated ego cannot deny. It is that desire to piss when you’re at the movies: you habituate to it, so the sensation seems to subside, but then it bursts back into conscious awareness, and you have to distract yourself from it again.

He has to fix this! He has to gaslight us into believing it wasn’t him talking. It was that evil ventriloquist, Hillary, with her hand up his ass, working his mouth, and throwing her voice. The first step in gaslighting the nation is gaslighting himself.

The truism that walks hand-in-hand with the gaslighting narcissist — and all narcissists gaslight as a matter of habit — is that they believe everything they say and think. The motherfucker believes this to be true, now. You know the old adage about repeat a lie often enough and people begin to believe it? You know the one about the easiest way to tell a convincing lie is to half-believe it is true yourself? Well, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber drank that Kool-Aid and plunged over that cliff a long long time ago.

The second gem hidden in the steaming pile of cray-cray that our self-serving Repubes have foisted upon us all in an effort to loot the middle class and further enrich the wealthy is that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber not only actually believes that Obama was not born in the US of A, but is looking for proof!

Motherfucker! It was one thing to peddle this bullshit to the soft-headed racist assholes with their motivated reasoning flogging their gullibility, but it is another to actually believe it your own self. Ain’t no flim-flam man or snake-oil salesman actually ever believed the shyte their selling actually worked. 1980’s Repubes didn’t believe trickle down economics worked — Paul Ryan might since he was raised on that garbage lie, and Marco Rubio definitely does since he, too, was raised on the lie and ain’t got two brain cells to rub together and produce any doubt. The Repubes of Reagan’s era knew it was crapola when they sold it to the country.

Given that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber could drop the ruse of the birth certificate now that it has been milked for its maximum effectiveness, you’d think he would if he knew it was just a ploy to gin up political notoriety. Since he ain’t, you know he believes this shit.

Again,, this is the narcissistic wound just not letting him alone. Obama humiliated him at that White House Correspondent’s Dinner, and he has to repair the damage.

Now, we have an article of Jonathan Chait’s in New York Magazine suddenly copping to the evidence that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber just might be a dangerous lunatic! Ya think, Jonathan? Are those muddied waters suddenly clearing for you now after two and a half years of this idiot staggering around the presidential stage with his pee-hookers pissing on every American value? It’s all snap! This mo’fo’ be cray-cray!

Fucking read my blog!

25 November: Narcissism

Well, it’s been a month since I’ve updated this page. It isn’t that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber hasn’t been engaged in some pretty crazy stuff in this month, it’s just that other crazy stuff has actually pushed him off the center stage for a bit. Can you say, Judge Moore and Senator Al Franken? I thought you could.

But, now we get a slice of narcissism that is so rich and thick and chewy that even Al Franken’s cop out of an apology can’t distract us from it.

That’s right, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is actually trying to convince us that Time Magazine wanted him as their Person of the Year, but he turned them down! But, of course, the editors at Time Magazine say otherwise.

(a) The narcissist believes whatever he or she says is absolutely true at the time of its utterance even if the very next word, phrase, or sentence directly contradicts it. Such serious delusions should not be shitting on the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office.

(b) The narcissist must protect the inflated caricature of his or her ego no matter what. If that facade is punctured, then the narcissist’s whole world will come tumbling down. He is at his most dangerous when feeling humiliated, criticized, or defeated. Of course, he was Time’s Person of the Year in 2016. Could that be the reason for the bald-faced lie? Could it be that the limelight has been stolen by Al Franken and Judge Moore, so he’s lying to get back in it? Could it be that Mueller is getting that much closer to him?

Which ever it is, we really should not have that fragile of an ego shitting on the carpets of the administration. It’s going to be hell getting those stains out.

29 October: Unproductive

It’s been a nervous and exciting weekend here in America with everyone all a Twitter over who Mueller will indict on Monday! So, of course, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has been all over the place on Twitter from insulting Michael Moore to making false claims about Jimmy Carter’s praise to trying to convince everyone of the laughable conspiracy theory that Clinton colluded with Russia to lose the election.

Dig it! Moore’s Broadway show, The Terms of My Surrender, was a 12-week limited run. It ran all 12 weeks that it was scheduled to run. And while over all it grossed 70% of its capacity potential, it grossed more than any other non-musical play that started its run in the summer, but not more than another play that ran during the 12 weeks of the show — if that’s not confusing enough. Anywho, suffice it to say, it did not bomb and it was not forced to close.

Just another sad and, I must say, very weak attempt at gaslighting America.

Unfortunately, it will gaslight his naive and willingly gullible base, which is just enough to continue dividing the country.

Ha ha ha ha! See below. Most of the records that were safe to release have been, but the ones his administration needed to indicate what should be redacted weren’t because they couldn’t get it together to redact them! It’s been 25 years in the coming. They’ve known about it since 8:00 Day 1, and they are so understaffed, inexperienced, and incompetent that they couldn’t do it by the deadline.

Again, a weak attempt to gaslight America, but it is a complicated issue that virtually no one really cares about, so giving it the golden shower of confusion ought to cause the indecisive and disengaged uncommitted voters to dither.

Apparently,  Carter did an interview with Maureen Dowd — no wonder its fucked up — and this is what Jimmy Carter really said, I think the media have been harder on Trump than any other president certainly that I’ve known about. I think they feel free to claim that Trump is mentally deranged and everything else without hesitation.

That’s hardly praise. It is not criticism, either. It is an opinion from a kindly Christian man who does not engage in the dishonest chaotic gaslighting crap that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber does refusing to say something bad about the man shitting on the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office. It was as close to praise as he could come without lying.

He went on to say, Yes, I think he is exacerbating it (racial tension and the racial divide). But maybe not deliberately. Again, not praise, just not as bad as it could be.

Weak gaslighting using the words of one of our kindest, gentlest, and most successful ex-presidents. Just shameful.

Besides the genocide the sadistic old racist is trying to perpetrate in Puerto Rico, this strikes me as one of the cruellest gaslighting abuses he’s made yeat to his base — rural lower middle class whites — because he hasn’t and won’t allocate any money to actually help the situation. But, when it comes to open conflict and conflaguration in the streets that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is hoping for to save his flabby, hiry, white dumb ass, these people will be his foot soldiers.

Given that Mueller is issuing indictments, I don’t know how this is supposed to play, but to the willfully gullible base, it is convincing. I guess it is part of the run up to firing Mueller and hoping to ignite a civil war so that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber can stay in office and contiue to grift America and the GOP can continue looting the middle class in order to further enrigh the wealthy.

By any and all objective standards, none of this is true.  For my money, Vox News is one of the most impartial sources available and they give it a weak, sure maybe there is some wrong doing in the Obama Russia uranium deal, maybe, and no noise about paying for the Steele dossier matters to farthings if it turns out to be true in their explainer. So, you know. More gaslighting, but dangerous gaslighting because it sows conflict and a willingness to violence to keep the Ol’ Pussy Grabber squatting in the Oval Office.

All of this thrashing about on Twitter and in the media amounts to an inability to manage his anxiety over the coming indictments. He cannot control his emotions, so he lashes out at anyone and everyone. It’s ridiculous, but it amounts to gaslighting. He is sowing confusion and consternation. As long as he can have people doubting the veracity of what is in the news, then he can have us arguing amongst ourselves. If he can convince a sizable minority of the country that firing Mueller is some how just, we’ll have chaso and fighting in the streets once its done, and, he’s hoping that we will cancel eath other out so he continue his massive grift.

27 October: Unproductive

Oh what a glorious day! What a magical day! What a day written in splendor and glittery ink! It is Friday 27 October at 7:37 PM and I am drunk at the end of a very long work week that was so intense that I could not post on schedule, but God has rewarded my sacrifice and labor!

Imagine, dear reader, imagine, that I am on my lass glast of wine from the bottle I’ve been guzzling since 7:15 PM, and I have let the god-awful video player from MSNBC online grind away at Rachel Maddow — I KNOW, right? Who wouldn’t want to — never mind that belongs in the category of ALL MEN, but you know what I mean, right? — and finally the segment, Trump [sic] administration doing bad job at turning word into deed from her 26 October show begins to play sporadically. And, it is detailing how the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has blown it, yet again. This time, they have not redacted the “sensitive” bits (Ted Cruz’ dad assassinating JFK) from the remaining records that Congress mandated 25 years ago be released today.

Let that sink in oh you Fake News worshipping assholes: Congress mandated in 1992 — it is a written, published, archived LAW, you Fake News worshipping assholes, documented; you can go read it if you could actually read, and if you had the executive function necessary to wait for the pages to load, but you don’t have the executive functions needed to tolerate the delayed satisfaction of actually reading anything complicated, so here, here is the sweet succulent sustenance of a kind and just god:

  • The Ol’ Pussy Grabber has been pretending on Twitter that it is his choice to release the remaining JFK records. It is not! It was mandated by Congress 25 years ago! 25 FUCKING YEARS AGO!
  • The Ol’ Pussy Grabber could, according to the law enacted by Congress 25 years ago in 1992, redact any bits of the record — Ted Cruz’ father’s role in the assassination conspiracy, amirite? — that were deemed too sensitive for the public to see.
  • The Ol’ Pussy Grabber prepared for this glorious day where he could seem to be presidenting good to all his naive and gullible base and release the final papers in the grand conspiracy that connected Ted Cruz’ dad to the JFK assassination to Barack Obama’s birth in Kenya. All they had to do is find the bits what needed redacting here in 2017 and redact them, and VIOLA! they could be heroes! They could satisfy the public curiosity of what actually caused JFK’s untimely and unfortunate demise.
  • But they couldn’t. Glorious god in heaven who loves us all and supplies us with the smallest of rewards and pleasures. It is not so. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber lacked the executive functions necessary to nominate and secure a complete and full administration to do its work. He just couldn’t get it done because it would require planning and execution and hard hard choices. None of which the Ol’ Pussy Grabber could do.

And now, my dear reader, join me in my reverence as JFK reaches from beyond the grave to expose the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s incompetence. Since the records had not been properly vetted and redacted, they could not be released even though the Ol’ Pussy Grabber engaged in all of the fanfare of their release by retracing JFK’s steps on his last day on the planet, like that doesn’t seem to be tempting the fates or gauche our disgusting or anything, by tweeting that it is his choice of what gets released, by boasting to one and all that the final set of JFK’s assassination documents would be released by the date mandated by the law.

And, now there is nothing to release because the administration is understaffed and inexperienced and cannot cope with the multiple crises occurring in the country and around the globe like a normal administration would because the Ol’ Pussy Grabber just can’t get it done. He can’t nominate individuals to do the jobs of the administration. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber cannot be bothered to figure out how to make military orders or presidential declarations that are part of the law. He cannot do it because he doesn’t have the executive functioning to actually accomplish anything that requires planning or execution or discipline. He. Can. Not. Do. It. He can’t.

JFK has returned from the dead to walk amongst the living’ he has stepped own off of my grandmother’s wall in which his and LBJ’s photos flanked that of an image of Jesus Christ  — that triumvirate will live forever in my imagination — to demonstrate for us all the gross incompetence of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber and to beg us to 25th Amendment his dumb, flabby, hairy, white ass.

He couldn’t do it. He could get the fanfare, the tweeting, the photo ops, the self-serving declarations right, but he couldn’t get the actual job done because he is such an incompetent.

If I die to night, my life’s purpose will have been fulfilled.

18 October: Unproductive Malignant Narcissism

Another day, another narcissistic outrage from the Ol’ Pussy Grabber. Today’s example of narcissistic self-absorption is so outrageous it literally eclipses every other instance of narcissistic self-absorption ever reported! It’s that bad!

It eclipses Ask General Kelly if he called after his son was killed. Good gawd, can you imagine politicizing a co-worker’s child’s death? Can you imagine re-opening those old wounds of grief just to score a few questionable political points? How fucking insensitive is that on a scale of 1 to 10? A 100,000? A  1,000,000?

Of course the whole Gen. Kelly thing starts drifting in malignance since Kelly tries to keep him under wraps and from harming the country irreparably and starting WW III. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber literally hates him now, realizes that he can’t president without him, and so is going to exact every ounce of humiliation out of him he can. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber is literally a caricature of a human being, unfortunately in the stylings of the It clown.

Of course this puts Gen. Kelly in a tough spot. Does he continue protecting the country from the Ol’ Pussy Grabber or does he stand up for the honor of his family, service, self, and son? All because the Obama punched the narcissistic wound of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber and darn near kilt him.

Unbelievable that it can be worse than torturing a person you work so closely with with their child’s death, right? It’s unbelievable, but it is true. It is worse.

the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was finally shamed into calling the widows of the four soldiers killed in that ambush in Niger about two weeks ago. Of course, he’s go to torture them too, because he’s mad and somebody’s gotta pay!

Well, I guess he knew what he signed up for, but I guess it still hurt.

— Ol’ Pussy Grabber to grieving soldier’s widow

Holy mother of god! No, he didn’t! No, he didn’t say that to that poor woman as her husband’s coffin was being delivered to the base he served at. He did not go out of his way to talk to her on the phone during this ceremony and be all insensitive to her, did he? Oh, yes he did. Yes he did.

 Yeah, he said that. You know, … that is something that you can say in a conversation, but you shouldn’t say that to a grieving widow. Everyone knows when you go to war you could possibly not come back alive, but you don’t remind a grieving widow of that. That is so insensitive. So insensitive.

— Rep. Fredrica Wilson on CNN affiliate WPLG

Can you imagine being Mrs. Johnson, the grieving widow, and being told that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is on the line to talk to you. Of course, you’re nervous and upset and on your best behavior…. and he says that. It’s like he grabbed you by the pussy. You’re shocked. In disbelief. Horrified. Mortified. Andy you don’t know what to say. What can you say?

The motherfucker! Instead of making things better as Obama and W did on countless occasions, he poured a fuck ton of salt in that grieving wound and then ground it in with his boot. Because his executive is too fucking dysfunctional to realize that he should’ve called these families, and when he can no longer ignore the clamor that decent human beings put up about it, has to take his anger out on this poor grieving widow.

17 October: Narcissism

In another addition of what the actual fuck? The Ol’ Pussy Grabber up and volunteered one of the worst most injurious gaslighting attacks of his presidency. Some “reporter” asked him about ignoring the four soldiers killed in an ambush in Niger — thank goodness the Ol’ Pussy Grabber didn’t feel compelled to say Niger — he was trying to explain how he had written letters to the families of the soldiers. You know that’s a lie because an aide was seen (allegedly) dashing off to wake up the intern to get started on the form letter that the intern will then sign (allegedly) in lieu of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber. He also said that they either had been sent or would be sent on Monday night — that’s how you know it’s a lie (a) he said it and (b) the details are all ass-scratching smelly.

But sure why not? Right? He could actually send letters to the families of the fallen like all presidents have. He could. He might even could know that this is happening in his name. Sure, why not? He could.

Most skilled and practiced liars know to stop right about there before you play out enough rope to hang yourself, but the narcissist don’t because the narcissist believes everything the narcissist says. To him, it ain’t a lie.

And, to the narcissist, the sound of his own voice stringing outrageous lie after outrageous lie together sounds nice. He likes it, so the Ol’ Pussy Grabber kept on lying explaining that he calls when I’m able to do it. As far as lies go, it’s weak, meaning it don’t make too big of a claim so it is likely to go by unnoticed and checked, so if he stops there, he’s safe.

Oh, but that narcissistic wound is all itchy and achy today. People have been comparing him unfavorably to Obama who would go to Dover at all hours of the day and night to meet the returning coffins. So, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber blunders on:

The traditional way, if you look at President Obama and other presidents ― most of them didn’t make calls. A lot of them didn’t make calls. I like to call when it’s appropriate, when I think I’m able to do it. They have made the ultimate sacrifice, so generally I would say that I like to call. I’m going to be calling them. I want a little time to pass.

Holy fucking shit. Let’s me deconstruct the telltale signs of the lying. Most of them didn’t make calls. A lot of them didn’t make calls. (a) It lacks the specifics of what an informed person would say on the subject. (b) It lacks the decorum that a decent person would pay to previous presidents out of deference to the office if nothing else. And (c) it is “defensible” meaning you can bog your accuser down into hair-splitting mind-numbing argumentation until they shut up and go away.

I like to call when it’s appropriate, when I think I ‘m able to do it. (a) No one likes to make these calls. They are bloody hard to do. (b) When it is appropriate? WHEN it is appropriate!?! Are you fucking kidding? It’s always appropriate for the Commander-in-Chief to call the family of a soldier killed in action! Illusory explanation: it sounds good and stops most people from thinking, but it is bloody stupid to actually say. And (c) …when I think I’m able to do it is so vague and weirdly put — you think you are able — it isn’t true. If it were true, you wouldn’t be saying when I think I’m able to do it, you’d say, I do it when I have time, otherwise I write. The statements would be much more definite. He’s making it up as he goes along.

He believes what he is saying. That’s the thing to take away from this. He believes it to be true. This particular egregious lie and this type of lie where he is rambling and using similar language as he pulls shit out of his ass is very typical of the narcissist. They don’t always lie well because they don’t think they have to. It is one of the big differences with the psychopath who knows they’re lying and knows they have to fool you. The narcissist assumes you know what he knows and he knows he’s telling the truth because he believes it to be true!

This is gaslighting because he just told all of the families of the fallen that Obama and W met with, called, and wrote to, that that didn’t happen. He just told all the families of the fallen that he hadn’t written to, called, or met with because he was golfing that he had written to, called, or met with others just not them because he was busy (golfing). Differences in politics aside, both of Obama and W were exemplary with their military relationships and respect for the rank and file soldier.  They felt a moral obligation to connect with the Gold Star families. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber feels an obligation to cover his flabby hairy white fat ass.

13 October: Malignant Narcissism

Ho-hum, another day, another tweet announcing a new way to sadistically torture innocent bystanders. With this one tweet, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber sums hisself up beautifully to be the unproductive malignant narcissistic personality disorder that he is.

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The Ol’ Pussy Grabber hates himself some Mr. Obama who is kinda the anti-Ol’ Pussy Grabber. Funny that. Because Mr. Obama landed a narcissistic wound on him at the WH Correspondents’ Dinner, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is bound and determined to undo everything Mr. Obama did. That, of course, is the epitome of narcissism. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber cannot stand it. It is driving him crazy. He had to sit there and take it as Mr. Obama humiliated him by throwing birtherism, his pettiness, and the WH kitchen sink at him. Everybody laughed. At. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber. God, that was as beautiful as this is a national nightmare. We are living the mad psychotic fever dream of a petty self-absorbed vengeful, short-fingered vulgarian. The shadow of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s psyche is oozing out of his bunghole, and we all have to wade through it until Congress or the Cabinet is convinced it is better for their own personal fortunes to remove him from office.

This is narcissism: The Democrats [sic] Obamacare is imploding. He’s causing it to implode and pretending that it is the Dems’ fault. Nothing can ever be the narcissist’s fault.

This is narcissism: Massive subsidy payments to their pet insurance companies has [sic] stopped. Again, this is coming from the grifter-in-chief, the Emolumentator! The cognitive dissonance that it takes to make such a statement would be fatal if it weren’t for the immunity that narcissism gives. Narcissists don’t need cognitive dissonance to live contradictions. To them, everything they do and say is right and true… at the time they’re doing it and saying it. It’s right and true because they are doing it and saying it.

This is malignance: Dems should call me to fix it. (a) He ain’t goin ta fix nothin’ no how no way no matter the Dems come a calling or not. (b) He’s trying to Mitt Romney the Dems. He wants them to come to him begging him to fix their fatally flawed Obamacare that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is standing on the throat of with its intestines hanging out of his mouth just so he can laugh at them and kick them to the curb. He’s destroying Obamacare. Now, he’s just rubbing it in our faces.

This is malignance: Destroying a law that provided healthcare for millions. Driving up the premiums on millions. Allowing junk insurance back on the market. Ensuring medical bankruptcies return to the land so that not only do families have to cope with the stress and strain of devastating medical conditions and even the death of a close family member, but they get to enjoy bankruptcy and vicious debt collectors at the same time! Nice. Families have to return to the hard choices: work and independence or welfare and Medicaid for sick children — if that survives as an option; buying medication, eating, or paying the bills, one of them has to go.

Can you imagine being so driven by your hatred of Mr. Obama that you are willing to ruin the lives of millions to destroy his signature achievement, especially when history will record that Obama achieved it and it was working, but it was deliberately destroyed by the Ol’ Pussy Grabber. How is that hurting Mr. Obama? But, it sure as shit is hurting millions of Americans. The malignant son of a bitch.

Bonus: This is unproductive: His executive order can’t go into effect just because he signed it. The bureaucracy that he refuses to staff fully and the few he has appointed are incompetent will have to write the rules to put these guidelines into effect. There has to be public hearings for citizen input. Then, there will be the law suits. Good luck actually implementing your executive order fella who lost a carrier group and couldn’t quite ban transgender troops because he doesn’t understand the chain of command and never bothered to figure out how to give military orders. Is the Ol’ Pussy Grabber actually competent enough to see this executive order through? His executive dysfunction suggests that may be he ain’t.

12 October: Malignant: PR Style

There are days when you just can’t crank out the snarky, sarcasticky, profaney responses fast enough to keep up with the manic pace of the frighten widdle Ol’ Pussy Grabber. That big bad Mueller man shore must be getting close to the unmistakable truth. And, his WH keeps leaking all his dirty little secrets to the mean old Fake News who reports it accurately. How else to explain this malignance growing on the face of our government?

Just like the thirteen year old who wakes up one morning and discovers that his dick is the gift that keeps on spewing its gifts all over the bedsheets, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber just can’t let his itty bitty tweeter out of his stubby chubby’s, can he?

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And of course, not a peep from any of the dickless wonders in the Congress, except for Corker who is taking his dick back at the end of the this Senate cycle and retiring and the ones who never had a dick to begin with, i.e. the female Repube Senators, the only ones with any balls or sense, except not enough of either to switch parties.

Pure sadistic hatred done because he’s a white supremacist and he’s twisting slowly in the wind awaiting his doom…

12 October: Narcissism: Fake News Style

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber has grabbed his wee little tweeter in his wee little hands and has been spewing his twittering tweets all over America this day! It’s not like today should be any different than any other day, amirite? But, today the target of his twittering ire has been the Fake News — dun-dun-daaa, and a shriek off stage — and, oh my god, NBC! Which can only mean, sports fans, that his narcissistic wound has been injured, AGAIN! When will this mean old fake news leave the Ol’ Pussy Grabber alone and let him grift the presidency in peace? How is this even fair!

Now, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is right mad, and he is going to loose the full weight of his righteous anger upon them, one tweet at a time! That’ll show ’em! That’ll make’em sorry they ever kicked over the rock the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was grifting under!

And, as always with a narcissist when you find him in mid-rage, you gotta trace it all the way back to the first one. Lucky for us, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber tweets his impotent rage so we have a solid and accurate record of it all. And looky here! it is the NBC News story on his having voiced his desire for a tenfold increase in our nuclear arsenaltenfold increase in our nuclear arsenal at a meeting that led Rex Tillerson to declare him a fucking moron! Like anyone didn’t know that before.

How dare they get their reporting right and accurately report what actually happened at a meeting they weren’t invited to! Don’t NBC News know who he is? He’s the fucking moron who wanted to increase our nuclear aresonal tenfold because SALT II and non-proliferation and leadership and he loves the power of nuclear.

We all know what it means when the Ol’ Pussy Grabber makes such a strong, forceful, and repeated claim: he’s lying. In essence, he’s just confirmed the veracity of the story. But, since the only world that exists for a narcissist is the one inside his head, he thinks he’s fooling us all! What a fucking moron!

9 October: Narcissism

Just when you think you might get a clear 24 hours of narcissist personality abuse free from the stench emanating from the soiled ally dumpster of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s mind, you are blind-sided with a narcissistic tweet so narcissistic it would astonish a everyday run-of-the-mill garden-variety narcissistic personality disorder. You get a tweet so breathtakingly stunning in its absolute disregard for reality and decency that even grumpy cat up and quits!

Check this out, but it ain’t for the faint of heart. We gots to be strong, America. Strong!

Does anyone need any more evidence that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is one of the most stunningly narcissistic people that god has ever deigned to put on this earth? We are just so fucked. So fucked.

8 October: Unproductive, Malignant, Narcissist

Okay, today’s headline is a little unfair since the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has had a week to do his worst. You know how it is, you go on vacation and things pile up at home. You get back, and you’ve got catching up to do: unpacking, laundry, sorting photos, email, groceries, social mediaing, you know that sort of thing. But, let’s take a moment to unravel the events of the past week and esplain them in terms of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s mental health symptoms.

Unproductive Narcissism — Puerto Rico Style

One of the biggest duties anyone who squats or otherwise occupies the White House has to do is to visit Americans who have experienced a large enough tragedy to garner the attention of the august squatter. This week we saw two attempts by the Ol’ Pussy Grabber to fulfill his role as metaphorical Consoler-In_Chief.

Since the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has the best words and everybody loves him so much, it was a fucking disaster, and I’m sure the survivors were left much worse off for the experience.

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Leadership in Puerto Rico

On Tuesday, he went to Puerto Rico where he showed up Mayor Cruz by being all leadershippy, and hard working, and consolingy so much better than her publicity-seeking Dem-leaning ass could ever do.

He met the locals on clean streets with power and cell service, and he handed out flashlights and paper towels. Flashlights I get because 90% of the island remains without power, but to show that the crisis is past and that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was there out of love and duty, he joked — no one jokes in the midst of a crisis, amirite? so, if he’s joking, ergo ispo factum, stick your head up your ass, there ain’t no crisis! — Not that you need them any more! See, there’s no crisis. Everyone has lights at night.

Then he went somewhere else that was too small to hold all the cleaned-up for the camera desperate people, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s entourage, and security detail to throw paper towels at people. He is so lighthearted and gay! He’s such a good leader! He can turn even those most dour situation into a good time! He’s playfully tossing paper towels at those unfortunates in the back of the room who couldn’t get close to him (thank goodness because who knows what god-awful diseases they have) just like a celebrity would be shooting a basketball at fans or a stadium would be shooting t-shirts! See! No crisis! Just good clean fun! And, paper towels, who couldn’t use a roll of paper towels to sop up all that storm surge and flood water?

He told the officials of Puerto Rico how appreciative he was of their public and vocal appreciation of him! Nothing narcissistic about that, even as the island is sinking further into a fever swamp of poor management and worse execution. He even heard a deafening chorus of thank yous from the locals! They LOVE him down in Puerto Rico! Such a good job FEMA is doing.

He got in a few whoppers about truck drivers being on strike and healthcare in the supplyless energyless hospitals being first rate. Nothing says leadership to the suffering masses like using a lie to shift the blame for why everything is so shitty.

Then at the end of it all, he told the unwashed diseased masses of Puerto Rico, Have a good time! Fingers on the pulse of the people that guy.

Unproductive, Malignant, Narcissism — Puerto Rico’s Economy

Other than the whole debacle of not sending enough troops and supplies quickly enough to the island, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has found a way to contribute in his area of expertise, lying about finances.

Hearing that Puerto Rico owes millions to his cabinet members and their companies over on Wall Street, he at first said they would simply have to find a way to pay it back. But, while there in Puerto Rico, I guess to show how compassionate a soul he is and to showcase his understanding of fiances and US federal law, he said:

I hate to tell you, Puerto Rico, but you’ve thrown our budget a little out of whack because we’ve spent a lot of money on Puerto Rico, he said. And that’s fine. We’ve saved a lot of lives.

Reuters

That’s our Gaslighter-in-Chief, everybody! Our Gaslighter-in-Chief. Nothing like telling someone that they’ve cost you a lot of money with their needs. A lot of money. But, don’t worry about all the money we’ve spent on you and all the hardship we’ve had to face because of you, because you know we’ve spent a lot of money on helping you out. Fucking narcissistic personality abuse.

And, finally, there’s this one:

We’re going to have to wipe that out. … I don’t know if it’s Goldman Sachs, but whoever it is, you can wave goodbye to that.

AP Fact Check

Can you imagine a crueler thing to say to a people who were facing bankruptcy, but because the federal laws won’t allow them to declare bankruptcy, they have to go ahead and wreck themselves and their economy to pay it off than to say that the slate will be wiped clean when you have no ability to do so? His office can’t just declare the debt null and void. There is no legal framework for discharging that debt. He’s just torturing them to feed his bloated insatiable narcissism.

But whatev, Puerto Rico! Have a good fucking time, y’all! Have a good fucking time.

Malignant Narcissism — Las Vegas Mass Shooting Style

I’m still processing the horrors of the Las Vegas massacre. Having absorbed it via smartphone using a shaky internet link and a stifling VPN, I was never sure that I had the details down other than 59 dead and 500+ wounded. I don’t think that you really need any more than that.

So after leaving Puerto Rico far worse than it was when he arrived, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber went to Las Vegas so that the survivors, their families, and the first responders could all lavish him with praise.

But this story begins even before that with this horrific tweet:

Warmest condolences!?! Warmest sympathies!?! Are you fucking kidding me, you narcissistic insensitive monster? Warm wishes is the greeting on the Hallmark card you give to an acquaintance for their fucking birthday or anniversary when you can’t get out of it. Warmest condolences and sympathies is like being trapped between two very sweaty brutes on a crowded sweltering bouncing bus one of who hasn’t brushed his teeth in years and the other is pressing his erection into you and lightly moaning with every bounce. Good fucking god, man, let the intern grab your tweeter at times like these.

As always, though, just when you thought the Ol’ Pussy Grabber couldn’t get no lower, he finds a way! Sweet baby Jesus falling out of the manger and trampled by barnyard animals, he finds a fucking way. He finds a way! I’ve got this brake reamer here, do you mind reaming out my ears until it comes out the other side? Hunh? Do you?

And if you thought the Ol’ Pussy Grabber trying to grab you by your comforter via tweet was bad, wait till you see what he does in person.

Can you imagine describing meeting people who have been traumatized in the worst mass shooting in recent US history, as wonderful??!?

Just in case you think you’ve awoken in some alternate universe where wonderful has some somber meaning, let me assure you that you haven’t, and confirm the meaning of wonderful as

(1) excellent; great; marvelous:
We all had a wonderful weekend.
(2) of a sort that causes or arouses wonder; amazing; astonishing:
The storm was wonderful to behold.

You see, against all reason, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is describing his meetings with the survivors, their families, care providers, and first responders as being excellent, great, marvelous like the wonderful vacation my family and I had to Dali, China. His meetings in Las Vegas aroused him with wonder, amazement, and astonishment like the grand hike up the side of a very steep mountain did my family and I in Dali, China. See, it’s all the same. As long as the narcissist is happy with what happened, it is good! I’m sure, had the gunman lived, he would’ve lumped a meeting in with him in that same burbbling vat of wonderfulness.

How else did the Ol’ Pussy Grabber torture the nation and those directly affected by the Las Vegas gunman?

He assured us that it was a very very sad day for him personally. I’m sure the fellow who stood on his shot leg patted him on the back and repeated there, there to him until he felt better and could nuzzle Melania’s tits again (it’s in the pre-nup).

He assured us that it was a very sad thing. See he said sad and thing twice in his comments, it’s how you know it is true because a narcissist cannot describe anything in any detail. It is all just vague repetative generalities until the subject can be turned back to them and how great they are.

Now, that we’ve been comforted and everything, we can all go fuck ourselves because the non-stop torrent of narcissistic personality abuse continued to flow during this horrific week.

Malignant — Birth Control Mandate Style

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Hate the Sin. Punish the Sinner.

It wasn’t enough for the Ol’ Pussy Grabber to have pummeled the nation with his clumsy ineffective attempts at consolation leaving us all longing for the sympathetic understanding that we felt when Obama addressed these tragedies, he went on to overturn Obama’s birth control mandate allowing employers to decide whether their insurance policies would continue covering birth control or not. Why couldn’t he just go golfing to recover from all the adulation he heaped upon himself in Puerto Rico and Las Vegas?

Effective immediately, nearly all large publicly traded companies now have the option to apply for an exemption from the contraception mandate on a religious or moral standing. He’s widened the number of companies that can apply for the exception and given another reason to, moral grounds.

Holy fucking time machine, Fatman! We’re back in 1917! Except we still have 21st century technology that we refuse to use for our betterment. Women being able to effectively time pregnancies means they can plan their lives and careers. It also means, and this is the big sin, that they can have sex like men. If women can have sex without worrying about getting pregnant, then what is to stop them from having sex with every Tom and hairy dick to come along? Because, god knows, if straight men could be as promiscuous as gay men were in the mid-1980’s, they would be! And, there is no way to assuage those paranoid male egos that women ain’t sneaking off at every opportunity to fuck someone anyone else but them! Not fair.

It is traumatizing to not be able to plan pregnancies. Your life is led at the whim of biology. Your body, male or female, wants to have sex because it wants to make babies, and it will lie to you to make that happen. Men don’t have to worry about getting pregnant ever under any circumstances. Women do. It is a debilitating burden to carry in this modern world, especially since being a single mother is the fastest track to poverty.

This is as sadistic an act as anyone could imagine, but it had to happen because Obama. Obama stood up there at the Press Corps dinner and made fun of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber He humiliated him on national TV. He must have his revenge even if it means destroying the lives of millions.

Malignant Narcissism — Rex Tillerson Style

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Moron

While I was out in the hinterlands of China, the first big story was Rex Tillerson calling the Ol’ Pussy Grabber a fucking moron and almost resigning and heading for the door now. But, who hasn’t called the Ol’ Pussy Grabber a fucking moron at least two or three times before breakfast? What’s being called a fucking moron between friends.

Well, that’s just it, ain’t it?The Ol’ Pussy Grabber don’t have no friends. In fact, it hurted the O’ Pussy Grabber’s feelings, but he can’t let on, so he has to have a super secret plan to humiliate and fire Rex Tillerson in the not too distant future. And, of course, how can anyone know what a super genius you are with all your super secret super genius plans, unless you tell them?

So, yeah, watch for the humiliation of Secretary of State Rex Tillerson to happen shortly, a lot like the Ol’ Pussy Grabber did to good old Mittens. Ain’t nothing the Ol’ Pussy Grabber loves to do more than to grind some poor soul under his heal even if it means flushing 3.4 million Puerto Ricans down the shitter or killing tens of millions in a nuclear showdown with North Korea. Small price to pay to satisfy the malignant narcissist.

Narcissism — Puerto Rican Style, Redux

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Imitation

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber was out presidenting this week, so, of course, it was an embarrassing disaster. To mark the occasion of National Hispanic Heritage Month (15 September to 15 October), you know, because we Americans appreciate how much they the brown other have done for us. To show his love and appreciation for all the Hispanics, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber didn’t do something as drab, mundane, and 2016 as eat a Trump Tower taco bowl in their honor, he did something much much better: he spoke their language!

Yes he did! He was hosting an event at the White House, and he got to say a few words, so he said Puerto Rico like a dozen times and even said it like a real live much appreciated and loved by the Ol’ Pussy Grabber Puerto Rican would! And, then just to make sure everybody got the “joke,” he translated it back into American, We also love Puerto Rico. He said it, so you know it’s true, and he dropped the funny Puerto Rican words so all us everyday Americans could understand it. Now, an old smelly bigot cannot love a minority group more than that!

1 October: Narcissistic Wound, Now, Narcissistic Wound, Yesterday, Narcissistic Wound, Forever!

I’m watching Joy-Ann Reid’s interview with San Juan Mayor Carmen Yulin Cruz on the extremely crappy VPN-mediated internet connection that I have here in China and using the extremely crappy video player that MSNBC has elected to torture its online captives with because they don’t pay the big bucks to the corporate god-head… and they won’t let you unless you fit the mold. Hey! MSNBC, I’d be happy to pay for viewing entire shows online! I would. I do it on other venues. I’ll do it for you too. Oh, fuck those guys.

Speaking of fucking guys, no, MOTHER, I’m not coming out of the closet at last like you always knew, except for out of the Autism closet, hasn’t the Ol’ Pussy Grabber done a wonderful job of trying his best to fuck the mayor of San Juan, the people of Puerto Rico, and the Dems. Wow! Hat trick!

Carmen Yulin Cruz had the temerity to suggest that the US support for PR could have been better and resulted in the deaths of people, American people to boot, American people living on an island, in water, in big water, in big ocean water.

We know what that did. The mayor reached around to the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s super secret inflation valve for his bloated obese ego and punched that motherfucker like she was Bruce Lee. She went all Tae Kwon Do on his ass, and you know what, that hurted the poor Lil Pussy Grabber as much as if she had slapped him for grabbing her by the pussy — not that he ever would, I mean, she’s a four at best, amirite? Okay, here give me my beer goggles, okay, that’s more like it! A ten! A real American would’ve taken whatever shit the Ol’ Pussy Grabber saw fit to drop from his ass onto her and her people and her territory, thanked him for it, praised him for it, begged him for more, and rejoiced when it eventually came.

When the narcissist feels threatened, fears being exposed for the phony motherfucker that he is, that is when shit gets dangerous. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber is willing to flush 3.4 million people, American people, down the shitter.

If you thought his response was limp and flaccid before, well, you ain’t seen nothing yet. This woman needs to feel the full weight and power of the Ol’ Pussy Grabbers flabby, hairy, white ass sitting on her. That is priority one!

We’ve got a narcissist squatting in the WH, and it ain’t pretty people.

30 September: Oh, my fucking god

You may not realize it but, it’s been ten fucking days since Hurricane Maria laid waste to Puerto Rico. It made land fall on 20 September. Ten whole fucking days. In ten days, you can shake the world. So, what’s up with the Ol’ Pussy Grabber? Can the commies in the Nineteen Teens do something that the world’s greatest negotiator can’t in the Twenty Teens? Say it ain’t so!

For Hurricanes Katrina, Harvey, and Irma and the many in between, we prepositioned supplies and personnel. We didn’t do that for Maria. It’s not like we haven’t had ample warning. Hell ten days before Maria, Irma made a near miss of the island leaving 1 million without power!

It’s not like we haven’t had ample experience with hurricanes in this country and around the world. It seems like there is at least one hurricane each and every year. At least one somewhere in the world. You’d think that the best and the brightest that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has assembled in his Champagne Cabinet would be able to cobble together something just by relying on the lessons learned from earlier storms.

At the start of the second week after Hurricane Maria literally leveled Puerto Rico, the US army was put in charge of the recovery effort. Today, 30 September, we have 5,000 troops in Puerto Rico. That may sound like a lot, but after Katrina, we had a total of 70,000 troops. They had 40,000 troops in the first four days. Hrmph. What could be wrong? Ample warning. Lots of experience. Why the hell are we witnessing ANOTHER shitshow get produced on the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s watch?

Could it be because Puerto Rico is an island? An island in the middle of some water as islands are wont to do. An island surrounded by water? Big water? Ocean water? I mean, we as a nation are ill equipped to deal with water, especially big water. Ocean water. And things in the middle of oceans. Who could expect him to have done more than he’s done already, which was the best that anyone has ever done in these very trying circumstances.

If he sounds like your typical seventh grader trying to come up for a plausible excuse for why the homework isn’t done, the test was failed, and a cuss was uttered, you’d be right. It also sounds like your typical unproductive malignant narcissist.

Unproductive because he could easily have predicted what was about to happen and planned ahead. Both tasks are nearly impossible for those with executive dysfunction to do. Obviously, it wasn’t done here. Obviously, it should’ve been.

A malignant person is happy to let others suffer. A malignant person may even do something like, I dunno, go play golf when he could be working on alleviating the literal suffering of literally millions of people. Not only would a malignant person be happy to let others suffer, he would be happy to pour salt in the motherfucking wounds by explaining to them that (a) they’re not suffering, (b) even if they were suffering, which they aren’t, it isn’t that bad, and (c) even if they were suffering a little bit, which they aren’t, it isn’t his fault.

A malignant person would be willing to blame the victim and threaten even if in barely veiled terms to allow them to continue suffering, which they aren’t, even a little bit, and definitely isn’t their fault, because they are bad people who let themselves get put on the hook for $22 million dollars of bad loan to a defaulter (that would be the Ol’ Pussy Grabber swearing to have a super successful super secret plan to turn the failing golf club and resort around if they could only see fit to fork over $22 million dollars. Then almost immediately declare bankruptcy and pocket the cash. Motherfucker.

If the people of Puerto Rico, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber seems to reason, are that stupid, why then they deserve what they get. Also, too, because of their massive debt, we might not be able to help them recover so much. It’s not like it is in the federal government’s ability to make those debts whole in someway. Or provide incentives for creditors to forgive debt, especially in a time of crisis. If he were to do that, it might make them dependent on aide and assistance and that would be a terrible thing to do to them.

The fucking sadistic bastard.

And, lastly, a narcissist would praise himself endlessly for doing a good job in the face of such unprecedented disaster. FEMA, the army, the government are doing everything possible to help and doing a terrific job. Everybody says so. Of course, you should overlook the fake news about supplies piling up at port because they cannot be distributed — doesn’t the army have like a gagillion trucks and drivers and helicopters just for these sorts of situations? Oh, yeah, it’s the water thing. Too bad it’s on an island, otherwise, the army could just drive right over there and help out. And, too bad all the people living on the island have been personally affected by the disaster, so they have to be home helping their families instead of doing their jobs. And, yes, each and every citizen of Puerto Rico can apply for FEMA aide by telephone or online… in place where about 100% of the people are living without electricity and 80% of the island is without cell phone coverage. Nice one. That isn’t torturing anyone. Is it.

Say, did you know that Puerto Ricans are Americans? Many people did not know that.

Meanwhile, we have reports of cholera appearing on the island. The mayor of San Juan weeping on television because she can’t help her constituents and they are FUCKING DYING you moron from things that could’ve been prevented or quickly alleviated if you weren’t out playing fucking golf every fucking weekend. And, if you had adequately staffed your administration. And if you could stop looking at yourself in the fucking mirror long enough… never mind. None of that is possible with a fucking unproductive malignant narcissistic personality. It just isn’t.

You know, it is clear, that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber doesn’t understand (a) his office, (b) he scope of the abilities of the executive branch, (c) the scope of the resources of the US government, or (d) the command structure of the US military. He hasn’t even tried to understand them. Motherfucking maddening.

We have fucked ourselves and the world by electing this man. We are squandering a moment in time because we are following our basest instincts and not our finest rationality. We are the United Fucking States of Fucking Stupid and we are all, literally, going to die.

When the feds fail this massively, then it is up to the citizens to pick up the slack. Give to the non-profits that respond to these disasters. They are being stretched thin. Unidos will give directly to Puerto Rico. And, we still have Harvey, Irma, Jose, wildfires, and earthquakes to clean up after.

26 September: Narcissist

You’d think with NK banging its nukes and missiles about NE Asia, #Takeaknee gate, and the fleecing of the American middle class for the further enrichment of the wealthy, this page would be in constant update. It hasn’t, but it wasn’t due to a lack of material. Christ the last two weeks have been a bumper crop of cray-cray emanating from the brain pan of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber. He has managed to lather himself up in a narcissistic fit of blathering ineptitude. What with Puerto Rico going down after Hurricane Maria — and they were so good to send supplies and people to other islands after Harvey, Irma, and Jose which had left them largely unaffected in spite of having been totally plundered for any and all of their worth.

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s twitter twattle has all been about kneeling athletes not being good people on any side unlike the violent murderous neo-Nazis that just want to preserve our national heritage monuments to traitorous rebels, and John McCain not being consistent with his hatred of the Blacks and trying to undo anything and everything that President Obama achieved to end the national embarrassment of having had a genuine Black president.

Getty Images, Hector Retamal, AFP, Roberto Clemente Coliseum, San Juan
Unidos: Donating to Puerto Rico

Finally though, just hours ago as of this writing, the short-fingered vulgarian’s stubby little chubbies managed to let an intern actually tweet something about Puerto Rico. I did enjoy Joy-Ann Reid’s column over on The Daily Beast explaining how Puerto Rico is the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s Katrina.

Okay, we’ve clearly established that the lying fuck-up in chief has been obsessing over his hatred of the Blacks for the past two weeks or so, so now we need to address the symptomology. Narcissistic personality disorders are caustic destructive assholes at their best, but they become really dangerous after their narcissistic wound has been hurted especially bad. The narcissist must maintained this inflated Bobo Doll self for the world to admire. Puncture it, and the whole thing threatens to deflate. That is an event the narcissist has to prevent at all costs. The puncturing of wind-bag is the narcissistic wound.

When the caricature that the narcissist has invented and presented to the world is threatened, the narcissist is particularly dangerous. They will be the proverbial enraged bull in the Alice in Wonderland miniaturized China shop crashing and dashing through one and all and trampling even the dust under hoof. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber is in the narcissistic wound defense mode now. He is desperate to protect his fragile belly button weak spot from being pricked least his entire world deflate into nothingness.

Starting about a week ago, speculation began in the press that Paul Manafort may have been indicted by the Mueller special council office. And, shortly after that, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber becomes increasingly unhinged first threatening NK with nuclear wastelanding — what world leader actually brags about his ability to commit genocide? Oh one who isn’t a leader at all — but then quickly descending into the non-issue over #Takingaknee. Of all the stupid… but that is your best clue that he is shitting in Melania’s corn flakes every morning.

He doesn’t believe he can be indicted, impeached, or thrown in jail. His narcissism won’t let him. But, he is super sensitive to any suggestion that his victory was not a breathtaking referendumb on his greatness. Any suggestion that Russia delivered the election to him — it totally did — threatens the carefully drawn caricature he has made with his tiny hands and super-sized three year-old’s crayons. The closer it gets to being proven, the harder it becomes for him to deny it, the more he is going to be lashing out. Batten down the hatches. You ain’t seen nothing yet.

11 September: Narcissist

In honor of 9/11, let’s revisit the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s response on the day it happened. Local news station WWOR spoke to him live on the telephone and the Ol’ Pussy Grabber takes a moment in the horror to note that after the World Trade Center fell, 40 Wall Street, his building, is now the tallest!

Check out the video of his call:

The transcript of the tale tell heart of the interview:

40 Wall street actually was the second-tallest building in downtown Manhattan, and it was actually before the World Trade Center the tallest, and and then when they built the World Trade Center it became known as the second-tallest, and now it’s the tallest And I just spoke to my people, and they said it’s the most unbelievable sight, it’s probably seven or eight blocks away from the World Trade Center, and yet Wall Street is littered with two feet of stone and brick and mortar and steel …

As Snopes notes, a generous interpretation is that he’s just talking and the worst case, he’s bragging. Only a true narcissist, though, would bring up having the tallest building because terrorists just flew commercial airliners into the tallest buildings, killed 3,000 people, and knocked the buildings down.

Unhappy 9/11 Anniversary, everybody!

We’re so fucked.

9 September: Malignance

Well, Mexico was struck by the hugest earthquake — much bigger than the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s worst earthquake, I’m sure, but just wait til the greatest negotiator gets done re-negotiating NAFTA, Mexico will be paying for that wall with all their earthquakes! — and the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has yet to tweet about it. I should know. I just checked his Tweeter back until 6 September. I’ll be right back after I take a bath in a tub of flaming gasoline.

Even before the next raindrop falled, Mexico was offering aid to Houston after Hurricane Harvey.

On a haunchy hunch, I checked his Tweeter clear back to the fourth of September: no mention that I could find of Hurricane Irma flattening Baruda or any of the other unfortunate islands in the Caribbean. I reckon this is what he means by putting America first… that and filing a $17 million dollar fraudulent insurance claims against non-existent damage to Mar-a-Lago. I guess that’s the case of the missing hurricane damage. Maybe his ace investigator, David Nunes, will get right on it and rush over to the WH to grab him some secret hurricane damage and rush out onto the front lawn of the WH to announce that he’s delivering the secret hurricane damage he just got from the WH to the WH so he can solve the case of missing hurricane damage once and for all. All the fucking drama of putting all of the fucking Americans fucking first as long as the grift flows.

There are times when the cruelty of a narcissist astounds and this is one of them. Did you SEE the pictures of Barudo? How could he not tweet about it? How could he not promise all the aids that we have left over after we finish with cleaning up after Hurricane Harvey?

There’s an 8.1 magnitude earthquake on our continent striking down lives, buildings, and infrastructure in one of our bestest friends in the wholest world and deafening silence echoes through the twitterings out of the WH over the tweets.

To have the ability to command the entirety of the US military and relief funding and not offer it to an island that has been rendered uninhabitable and to not even acknowledge an 8.1 magnitude earthquake? Fuck me, or rather, he’s saying, fuck them.

Even if his excuse is that he’s too narcissistic to even realize that something bad has happened somewhere in the world, so he didn’t realize he needed to mention it, being ignored in a time of such extreme need is cruelty incarnate. Cruelty from inattention is perhaps the worse.

3 September: Unproductive, Malignance, Narcissism

Well, darn, drat, and egads! It has been six whole days since I updated this page! You know what that means! It means there’s been a whole lotta cray-cray come over the transom! We can’t hope to cover everything, but we can point out some of the choicer bits that have floated to the top of the cesspool that is the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s mental health.

Of course, the week’s news has been dominated by Harvey, so let’s focus our attention there, first. As always, if you’re looking to donate to a relief charity, visit the Hurricane Harvey Relief post to find an organization that you can support.

In no particular order, we have the Ol’ Pussy Grabber and the Missus visiting Houston redux. I guess the ratings weren’t as good as he thought they’d be after the first visit and maybe he thought Pence had showed him up since he photo opped totting around a tree branch until they turned the cameras off.

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber Visits a Relief Center

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/trump-arrives-in-houston-to-meet-with-hurricane-harvey-survivors/2017/09/02/4194da68-8ff0-11e7-91d5-ab4e4bb76a3a_story.html?utm_term=.66672d047f22
Screengrab of Wa Po video

The Wa Po ran an article about the visit with that there video you see on the left. I love the look that Melania is giving him! She has suffered from his germophobia more than most — Christ she had his child. I don’t even want to think about it. Crap! Too late. It’s the polar bear thingee again. Now, I’ve thrown up in my mouth. Okay, back to the story! She’s laughing at his dumb ass knowing just how tortured he is kissing a black baby. And, to quote my late father, if it ain’t, it orta!

And, they say the Ol’ Pussy Grabber can’t change! You just have to know which buttons to push and which news stations to publish on. The criticism that his first visit lacked any actual contact with actual survivors stung, especially after the Pence thing.

This time someone must’ve schooled him (John Kelly) about how to visit survivors while presidenting. The Wa Po characterizes the visit pretty darn well, his Saturday return was about showing compassion — albeit with a dose of self-congratulation. Yep, whatever you get from the Ol’ Pussy Grabber comes at a cost… his adulation. It’s all about him, all the time. If you guessed this is a symptom of his extreme narcissism, you win the prize!

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber actually said these things during his visit:

  • We saw a lot of happiness!
  • They’re really happy with what’s going on.
  • These are people that have done a fantastic job holding it together. After visiting a neighborhood piled high with rotting mattresses and soggy drywall.
  • You’re going to be famous now! to a man wearing a t-shirt with a positive message about him on it.

And from the New York Times

  • The cameras are blazing! As he’s touring a church.
  • There’s a lot of love. As tough as it’s been, it’s a wonderful thing to watch.
  • Have a good time, everybody!

Seriously, the Ol’ Narcissist just doesn’t have a clue how to relate to regular people.

John Kelly, the Church Lady

Apparently, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is upset that he might could have to do some presidenting for reals and not just for pretending like he used to. Witness his second trip to Houston which even vaguely resembled real presidenting if you ignore all the self-aggrandizement and kevetching that went on.

This new push seems to be emanating from new Chief-of-Staff John Kelly. According to reporting in the Wa Po, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is longing for the good old days, when the Oval Office was a bustling hub of visitors and gossip, over which he presided as impresario. And, of course he does. He can only react to things because he has no executive functioning. He likes spontaneity because it doesn’t take any planning, or thought, or work, or anything. All things he’s particularly bad at.

He fumes that he does not get the credit he thinks he deserves from the media or the allegiance from fellow Republican leaders he says he is owed. So, he fights with them… malignance.

He fumes that he does not get the credit he thinks he deserves from the media or the allegiance from fellow Republican leaders he says he is owed. And this is narcissism. Probably one of the worst symptoms because it is just so painful. The narcissist has built this caricature of a human being that he parades around. When reality intrudes and the caricature is questioned, then the narcissist has no defenses. Moods turn dark. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber rages because of his lack of executive functioning. he cannot control his emotions or his focus. Not even a little bit.

28 August: Narcissism

The coastal plains of Texas have been devastated by Hurricane Harvey. An ever expanding area has been struggling with ever deepening water, destroyed buildings, sunk roads, and downed power lines. If you haven’t been following the news and images out of Houston and the rest of the towns on the coastal bend, then check out The Atlantic’s collection of sobering photographs.

It’s times like these where Americans look to their leaders for guidance and reassurance. As is his wont, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has been tweeting his guidance and leadership at his hapless citizenry. As you might expect, he tweeted about an upcoming state visit… to Missouri, and his massive electoral win there last year! To be fair, he did insult Senator Claire McCaskill, too.

Okay, to be completely fair — as much as it pains me — he did tweet that he would visit Texas as soon as the golf courses were in good repair! Ha ha ha ha! Even the Ol’ Pussy Grabber isn’t THAT transparent, yet! He said when his visit wouldn’t cause a disruption… that’s code for, I ain’t coming no time soon. You do know he’s a self confessed germophobe, so he’s unlikely to visit any place that is filled with contaminated water, rotting corpses, and floating debris. No telling what disease he might get from that, right? He might smell it or have to look at it like he’s interested or concerned or something. And all those people with their filthy hands, you know survivors like that don’t bathe regularly, and touching god only knows what, will want to shake his hand and maybe even hug him… have you been to Houston? Do you know how humid it is there? Can you imaging the horror of having those desperate sweaty people hugging you? No, sir. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber is not going into that hell hole until it gets cleaned the fuck up!

What else might you expect from your leadership in a time of natural disaster? Oh, yeah, he tweeted about what a pain in the kester Canada AND Mexico are being about renegotiating NAFTA like (a) they’re going to get one over on the BEST negotiator in the history of human kind — give up now, pretty-boy Trudeau! — and (b) they’re going to actually want what’s best for THEIR countries when the Ol’ Pussy Grabber really needs a win here — come on fellas, what do you say, roll over for the Gipper?

To his credit, he did tweet about the hurricane itself. He vacillated between praising himself for having whipped such a ginormous storm as Hurricane Harvey — much bigger storm than Obama ever faced, biggest storm in 500 years! But, not caused by climate change, who could’ve predicted such a storm? — and how great they’ve been coordinating the efforts between… oh you know those guys who do this shit. Now, what about the wall, hunh? Or that book by Sheriff David Clarke who murdered prisoners by depriving them of water.

True, he praised the “spirit” of the people in the face of record setting rainfall, but he never once mentioned the deaths, injuries, or human suffering endured by those on the ground. Never once mentioned the insane level of property damage.

Of course, all of this is evidence of his truly insane level of narcissism. He can’t see anything other than his own needs and how all this affects him. I’m doing a great job in the face of the worst storm in the countries history! Now, that that is settled, what about these other great things I’m doing? Oh, shut up! I mentioned the peons of Texas. Ain’t I going to visit them one day? Well, I can’t love them more than that!

27 August: Malignant

There is a certain cruelty about the Ol’ Pussy Grabber, and it can come out in some of the most benign ways. While we might now all be having vague recollections of some quote about the banality of evil (Hannah Ardent’s Eichman in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil), I am reminded of another of her pithy insightful observations of his trial and execution: For politics is not like the nursery; in politics obedience and support are the same. True, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is evil and sadistic, but those of us who do not resist him are complicit in his evil cruelty.

There are three prime examples of his cruelty in the news this week: his pardon of the racist ex-Sheriff Joe Arpaio, his order banning transgender people from the military, and his behavior around Hurricane Harvey. They are interconnected: he pardoned Arpaio while we were all focused on Harvey. It is a slight of hand used by politicians everywhere to do their dirty work when we are least likely to notice and by notice, I mean focus our attention on it and, therefore, process it, understand it, and form a good strong memory of it. It uses our humanity — the mechanisms that evolved to keep us safe as hunter-gatherers on the savannas — against us.

Joe Arpaio

So what is cruel and sadistic about pardoning Joe Arpaio? First, it is clear support of racism. It encourages lawlessness and aggression by racists. It brings racists even further out of the woodwork to ply their trade more openly, flagrantly, and precisely. It makes it harder for the rest of us to chase them back into their holes. And, it increases the likelihood of violence, injury, and death of innocence. It is not unreasonable to expect the Ol’ Pussy Grabber to understand this (he might could at least unconsciously understand it) and to behave in ways that respect the entirety of the American population not just a narrow, disreputable, and vilified segment of it.

Another cruel aspect of the pardon is that it ignores all of the federal prisoners who are more deserving of pardons. Given the number of men who have been exonerated off of death row or during lengthy sentences by DNA evidence strongly suggests that our criminal justice system is badly damaged. Pardoning the unworthy for the treasonous crime of defying a federal court order, especially as a government official sworn to uphold the Constitution from a short prison sentence is just a cruel slap in the face to the true travesties of justice that our system perpetrates.

Hurricane Harvey

Good luck to everybody!

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber to the people of Texas

A line more suited to the beginnings of Dancing with the Stars than to a population preparing for the devastating impact of a category four hurricane. The shear frivolity of the statement betrays his narcissism — he can’t understand the impending suffering that citizens and residents alike will suffer — but, more importantly, it communicates that he doesn’t care about the anonymous masses.

The lack of preparedness for Hurricane Katrina was one thing, but could be forgiven for a variety of reasons, but it was the callous disregard for the incredible suffering that ensued that did W in, especially as so aptly demonstrated by You’re doing a helluva job, Brownie. No, Brownie was not doing a helluva job. All of the disasters that we’ve experienced have shown us that people need to know that the government is paying attention, cares, and will respond. The magnitude of his failure to fulfill his ceremonial role before the disaster struck is one of the cruelest blows of all.

Now that the storm has hit and is strewing chaos and wrecked lives in its wake, rather like the Ol’ Pussy Grabber himself, it seems even more cruel. Good luck, indeed. Fuck that guy.

The Transgender Ban

Widely seen as a capricious spur-of-the-moment tweet, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber declared over an informal social media platform that he would ban transgender people from the US military threatening to undo a policy that was undertaken after careful study and consultation. He lost a fucking aircraft carrier group because he couldn’t figure out how to order it to go where he wanted. He gave his generals wide latitude in ordering troop deployments in Afghanistan and was surprised when they sat pat waiting for him to give the final order. He tweeted his transgender ban, and the Joint Chiefs declared they wouldn’t implement it until properly ordered to.

He clearly does not understand how the military works, the chain of command, or even the most basic process of issuing orders as the Commander-in-Chief. Hopefully this willful ignorance extends to the nuclear codes, but that is thin comfort. So, part one of the sadistic torturous cruelty of the order was tweeting it first and leaving the military in limbo — the lives of transgender troops and recruits — not knowing their fate. Let’s just let them dangle for weeks not knowing if the Ol’ Pussy Grabber can figure out how to give the actual order.

Part two is discriminating against a class of citizens who through no fault of their own and well beyond their ability to control have a condition that does not significantly impact their ability to discharge the duties of a soldier, sailor, air person (?) or marine. Discrimination cuts to the very heart and soul of the victim telling them that they are less of a person because of the way they were born. It is caustic. It is soul destroying.

And part three is his justification for the ban as being cost saving, i.e. saving the military the expense of paying for gender reassignment treatments, when two of his trips to Mar-a-Lago cost the same amount as the all of the treatments the military has dished out in a year. Not only is his blindness to his bankrupting the Secret Service security detail evidence of his narcissism, but also, his blindness to how much his constant “vacationing” costs the American taxpayer not only in real money but in services denied others because of the cost. That is a sadistic cruelty of a much higher magnitude.

Salting the Wounds

Even worse, though, he is cynically using Hurricane Harvey to distract from denying transgender people equality in the armed forces and pardoning the racist, Joe Arpaio. The suffering of the people on the Texas Coastal Plain has been used for political cover for actions that significantly harm other segments of our population. The destruction of this man is simply staggering.

22 August: Unproductive, Malignant, Narcissistic

Another trifecta! You know it’s going to be a “good” day when the Ol’ Pussy Grabber can display symptoms from all three of his major diagnoses in two news stories! I’ve been compiling evidence of his symptoms for 20 days now, I could write every day on this post — and I would if time allowed, but I’m only a part-time blogger. Here’s the thing: no produces this much evidence of a mental health disorder unless they have a serious mental health disorder! The shear volume of the evidence is overwhelming. It swamps the mind and curdles the imagination. And it squats in the White House.

First up, I’m reading headlines and reports that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has busted the budget of the Secret Service with all his ridiculous travel. Clearly, his insistence of spending more time at his golf courses and resorts than he does at the White House and golfing more than working is evidence of his narcissism.

A narcissist believes that the rules don’t apply to them because they are special. They believe any and every rule can be bent and broken for the special magical ass. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber displays this with his every waddle around the Oval Office. Good flipping God, optics be damned and full speed to the tee time.

And while there is no steadfast rule stating how much time the Ol’ Pussy Grabber should spend squatting in the Oval Office taking a dump on the Resolute desk, there is the social norm. He does not believe that he needs to conform to the normative behavior of our society nor to that of the White House. Further, we should all just love love love and adore adore adore him for all the golf he is playing and how much money he is making off of the secret service and what a great negotiator he is since he tossed the secret service to the curb from his tower in NY since they wouldn’t pay his exorbitant rent.

There is a malignance to all of this, too. The secret service agents have exceeded the time for which they can be paid. It is legislated. It is just past halfway — thank god — through the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s first year, and they’ve exceeded the maximums allowed by law for which they can be paid. Unless Congress acts and the Ol’ Pussy Grabber signs the legislation, these agents will not b paid for their time. Knowing this, why is the Ol’ Pussy Grabber torturing these loyal Americans who would take a bullet for him or anyone of his family members? He should know better. He should be willing to work with them and at the very least lobby Congress on their behalf. But, zilcho, nada, nope, and none.

To limit his travel and vacation and golf time, he would have to have some emotional and impulse control which all fall under the rubric of executive function which he has none of. He cannot stop himself from wasting his time indulging his interests or pleasures — I just threw up a lot thinking of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber pleasuring himself! Christ on a shingle, maybe I’m a masochistic sadist or would that be a sadistic masochist?

The other story that caught my eye today is about him looking directly into the sun during the total eclipse that occurred over the United Fucking States of Fucking Stupid yesterday. Check these photos occurring in news reports and social media:

https://wonkette.com/621946/donald-trump-looked-sun-eclipse-best-seo-fucking-idiot/total-eclipse-of-the-smart
From Wonkette

Look at that moron squinting through the pain of looking into one of the brightest lights — didn’t Puntangin call him “bright” once? — possible in this world. It hurts, dumbass, doesn’t that tell you something or is the idea of pain being a warning of doing something stupid, too much science for you? We are so fucked.

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2017/aug/21/solar-eclipse-eye-damage#img-1
From The Guardian

Pointing at the eclipse with a finger as small as his common sense. Luckily, The Guardian published this handy-dandy guide to figgering out if you damaged your eye sight yesterday watching the eclipse. Maybe the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s personal physician can read it and diagnose his sudden onset of “perfect” vision that is better than anyone else’s.

Why would someone look directly into the eclipse? Someone who is uninformed might. But, there is no way the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was uninformed about the dangers of looking at the eclipse without filtration lenses. Hell, Barron was standing right there, the kid knew and probably told him like a thousand times.

It’s because you can’t tell the Ol’ Pussy Grabber anything. If you tell him to, he’ll dig in his heels, shout NO NO NO NO NO until he’s blue in the face, do it anyway, get mad, dig in his heils, and pretend like he didn’t and tell you it was you what did it. He is such a fucking narcissist he can’t bear to be told what to do. Telling him to do something feels like you’ve diminished him and his caricature cannot stand up to that kind of scrutiny. It falls apart. He has to defy everyone on everything to keep the caricature going even to the point of looking directly into a total eclipse of the sun!

Did I mention we are fucked? We are so fucked.

19 August, Narcissistic

Boy, I tell you what: this post practically writes itself. There is so much shit flying out of the White House, you practically can’t keep the Rose Garden free of it! I reckon that’s where all the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s job creation has occurred: in the White House landscaping staff.

Of course by now everyone except for my favorite drunk uncle, Uncle Ingus, because he had drunk himself into a stupor after the raging success of his first blog post here, has heard that Heather Heyer was murdered by that no good rotten radical white supremacist terrorist, James Alex Fields, Jr. And, I figure everybody knows that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber has said that both the terrorist, James, and the victim, Heather, were pretty much equally to blame and equally violent and at least James’ side had a permit (so did the counter-protesters). But, what you probably don’t know is that poor Heather’s funeral was Wednesday and that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber called her bad ass mamma AT THE FUNERAL!

Well, dear reader, he did! Talk about tacky! We can either believe that the protocol in the presidenting for idiots book said wait four days after the tragedy to reach out to the most prominent survivor and be sure to do it at the most inconvenience time and make sure you get put on speaker phone and brag about the size of your electoral victory and crowd size at the inauguration and send the charts to prove it all. Or, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber ain’t gonna be told what to do by do dern fool book that Obama followed and most likely wrote.

Here is a Wonkette article explaining it all in fine snarky, sarcasticky, profaney style.

Of course the right-good bad ass, Susan Bro — don’t she have the coolest name EVER? Does it not match her bad ass style? — didn’t even notice the first call coming in BECAUSE SHE WAS AT HER DAUGHTER’S FUNERAL! Hell fire, she probably even had the phone turned off or left in the car or something. She says that she got three more frantic messages from press secretaries throughout the day, which she also ignored because (a) she was tired, (b) she was busy setting up a foundation in her daughter’s name, and (c) the fucking Ol’ Pussy Grabber blamed her daughter for her death and equated her with racist Nazi white supremacist fucks! And, she says she ain’t talking to the Ol’ Pussy Grabber no way no how because of what he said! When asked if she had anything to say to him, she said, Think before you speak. He would be wise to head the sage advice of someone as cool headed as Susan Bro.

Now, only a dern fool would be stupid enough to call a grieving mother during her daughter’s funeral. Only an idjut would wait four days after hearing the news of the death of someone’s daughter before offering their condolences. And only a narcissistic gaslighting caricature of a human being would call after bad mouthing the deceased daughter on national TV with the full power of the office behind him.

A narcissist can’t see things from the point-of-view of others. He can only see it from his own point-of-view. He can only see how the event effects him. Hell fire and damnation, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber probably expected Mrs. Bro to call him and apologize on her daughter’s behalf for causing him so much trouble! Seeing how both sides contributed equally to the mowing down of 20 protesters with a car and her daughter’s death. Obviously, who better to apologize for the grief caused by their violent natures than the mother of the brutally murdered woman?

I’ve got a an ice pick here in my pocket can you drive through each of my ears and stab out my eyes, now, please? That is nothing short of sick! And, if you ever doubted that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was a gaslighting narcissistic sadist, then you have now got your proof. What a sick fuck!

16 August, Narcissistic, Malignant, & Unproductive

Well gawllee! Gee whiz! And, shit, Batman! The Ol’ Pussy Grabber has scored a hat trick today! It is a veritable shit show triumvirate! The Ol’ Pussy Grabber got back to the WH after his “working” vacay in Bedminster, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, whiz, whiz, ignore the golfer behind the curtain, and immediately channeled Walt Whitman to declare America his real home! He can haz all the Russia investigations to be stopping now?

Then, he opened his ass, and guess what fell out? That’s right, a real shit sandwich with extra scat and a heaping side helping of super-sized feces! Oh boy, it’s great! You vomit in your plate!

Check this headline from The Atlantic’s website:

Trump Defends White-Nationalist Protesters: ‘Some Very Fine People on Both Sides’

The president backtracked from his remarks on Charlottesville just a day earlier.

Seriously, some very fine people? He described white supremacists who beat members of the clergy with brass knuckles as very fine people? Then his staff fall all over themselves saying that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber walked out to the podium with the remarks they prepared for him and proceeded to pull a Crazy Ivan. He suddenly veered off script and into cray-cray land.

You know, when you speak extemporaneously you are showing us a window into your soul. Like Freud said, Behind every joke is a little bit of truth. This shit don’t fall out the void… it feel straight from his bile-filled spleen. He showed us the dark mildewy dripping lamprey infested void of a soul that he’s built this caricature of a human being around.

Breathe deep the nauseating fumes of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber via The Atlantic with some choice annotations.

What about the alt-left that came charging at, as you say, at the alt-right? Trump said. Do they have any semblance of guilt?

Fuck no, they don’t have any semblance of guilt. They don’t have any guilt at all. To paraphrase the father of one of the mo’fo’s, Nazis flourish when good people are silent. The people out there giving them what for were doing what any person would do when confronted by anything as abhorrent as the Ol’ Pussy Grabber.

I’ve condemned neo-Nazis. I’ve condemned many different groups. But not all of those people were neo-Nazis, believe me, he said.

Poutily “condemning” the alt-right, white supremacists, the KKK, neo-Nazis, and violent jackasses with a flat affect and a droning monotone like some eighth grader forced to apologize to the old man he was throwing rocks at — not like that was me or anything — is not the same as immediately vehemently condemning the murderer of a fine young woman and his friends and the hatred they spew. You don’t get points for that Milquetoast toast display of dog whistling.

You had many people in that group other than neo-Nazis and white nationalists, Trump said. The press has treated them absolutely unfairly.

You are right about that ya Ol’ Pussy Grabber! The KKK was there, too! But, the press has not treated these people badly enough. You are either agin ’em or you’re for ’em! To be agin ’em, you’ve gotta be demonstrably against them. Loud and proud against them. There can be no doubt of your opposition as demonstrated through your actions. And, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber certainly has failed that test.

You also had some very fine people on both sides, he said.

And that’s the money shot. That’s the line that will live in infamy! The one that gets the incredulous What the ever-loving fuck? And, like bad sex, it just doesn’t seem to stop, and even faking an orgasm — not that anyone ever could with the Ol’ Pussy Grabber, and doggamn me for even making the comparison!

Many of those people were there to protest the taking down of the statue of Robert E. Lee, Trump said. This week, it is Robert E. Lee. And I notice that Stonewall Jackson is coming down. I wonder, is it George Washington next? And is it Thomas Jefferson the week after? You know, you have to ask yourself, where does it stop?

No, you don’t have to ask that at all because half of your list were traitorous insurgents who fought for their god-given right to OWN fucking HUMAN BEINGS!

So, what aspects of his diagnosis drives this particular behavior? AoT,K!

Unproductive

Okay, this one is easy. The poor mo’fo’ couldn’t help himself. He got up to the podium and all those hours of suppressing his true feelings about his love of white supremacy came rushing out when he looked across that sea of unfair, liberal, fake press. He just had to tell them. He could not control his emotions or his impulse because he has no executive functioning skills.

You know he hates like 90% of the American public, right? He hates women. He’s a raping, narcissistic, misogynist. It don’t matter what he says. He feels inadequate as a man, and he hates women because of it. So, that’s about 50.8% of Americans right there.

Then there are the Blacks. You know he hates them. He’s openly siding with the white supremacists now. So, that’s 13.3% for a total of 64.1% of Americans that he hates.

Hispanics and hell, all the browns. He hates all the browns be they Hispanics, Mexicans, Arabs, Iranians, SE Asians, Hindus, you name it, he hates ’em if they is brown. Hispanics are 17.6% of the American public. We’ve got a running total now of 81.7%!

You know he hates disabled people, too, right? They make his narcissistic ass feel uncomfortable. He don’t know where to look or what to say. They are bad. That’s 19%, but some of them are women, and some are black, and some are brown. And, you throw in the Arabs and other lesser foreigners (those that aren’t rich and white), the poor, the chronically ill, and you’re bumping right up against 90% of the American population that he just hates and would gladly abuse.

Malignant

He is torturing Heather Heyer’s family. He actually said this (on CNN): I’ll be reaching out. … I was very — I thought that the statement put out — the mother’s statement I thought was a beautiful statement. And, you’re thinking, he’s talking about her statements about her dying doing what she believed in and standing up for our values. Redemption? A sliver of humanity in that caricature? No. Of course not. He means himself. I thought putting out that statement to me was really something I won’t forget. She made a perfunctory statement of thanks for him condemning violence on both sides, so, of course, she made a statement to him about how wonderful he is.

Has he contacted them? No. Is he going to? One day. Yes. One day he will. Fuck him.

He’s gaslighting us… again. Gaslighting is torture. It is sadistic. First, he makes a statement condemning violence… on both sides. He gets called on it. That pissed him off because we were supposed to have been fooled by it. He was tricking us into believing he had condemned the violent racist assholes when he had just thinly spread a taint of blame over them and carefully slopped it on to the counter-protesters, too. That’s gaslighting.

Now, he comes out today and gaslights us again. He would have us believe a preposterous falsehood: Lee and Stonewall are equal to Washington and Jefferson! That’s gaslighting. Hell, Lee and Stonewall would both admit to being seditious bastards that are in no way comparable to Washington and Jefferson. He then sets up a straw man argument suggesting that we’ll be tearing down statues of Washington and Jefferson because they were slave owners.

Narcissism

There’s the easily seen and recognized narcissism: I thought putting out that statement to me was really something I won’t forget; or I own, actually, one of the largest wineries in the United States — it’s in Charlottesville. A true narcissist can only see things through the prism of how they affect him.

He was forced by the avalanche of criticism for his both sides comments to condemn the racists among us. It hurts him to be so misunderstood. His narcissistic wound is acting up again. He was tricking us, but we refused him. We rejected him. We didn’t see him as the consoler-in-chief, the uniter, the hater of violence that he told us he was. Can’t we see his magnificence? Can’t we see his deep wisdom? Can’t we see his needs? We have injured his narcissistic ego and we must pay for it. The fucking raging narcissist.

Gaslighting is the hallmark of the narcissist. They must define reality and truth in any relationship. Your interpretation cannot be tolerated and must be utterly destroyed. You must accept their version of the truth no matter how clearly it contradicts what actually happened. That’s what the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was doing at that podium. He can’t stand knowing that we didn’t fall for his gaslighting on Monday. He hated being forced to make statements he didn’t believe. So, he came out and tried to feed us some cock and bull lines.

11 August, Narcissistic & Malignant?

Y’all may or may not realize that I live in China, which is about 12 hours ahead of the east coast of the USofA. So, right now it is 2:18 PM here and 2:18 AM there. I wake up and the day’s news has already occurred. Some mornings, and this morning is one of them, it is like waking up after being out of touch for a month. I woke up this morning to the headline of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber THANKING Putangin for ousting US diplomats from Russia! He THANKED him. THANKED!

I don’t know if this is a symptom of weak executive skills, malignancy, or narcissism. It certainly is What the holy fuck? Amirite?

And, if that isn’t bad enough, he implies that Putangin has FIRED our diplomats! It is a dizzying thing to hear.

I want to thank him because we’re trying to cut down our payroll, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m very thankful that he let go of a large number of people because now we have a smaller payroll.

— The Ol’ Pussy Grabber

Talk about ass-scratching stuff.

When the Ol’ Pussy Grabber attacks an official in public like he has AG Jeff Sessions and now Senate Mitch McConnell, it is an example of his malignancy. He is being cruel by humiliating these men in public. He treats Mitch like a subordinate. Like Mitch or not, enjoying the schadenfreude beside the point, Mitch McConnell is the leader of a co-equal branch of government. In light of NK and his thanking of Putangin, it seems almost anti-climatic. But, there it is.

He’s essentially calling for Mitch to resign for not passing repeal or repeal and replace, which they never wanted to do, anyway. And, he’s calling him back to work off of their recess to continue beating a dead horse into hamburger. I don’t think it makes political sense for Mitch and Congressional Repubes to continue along this road.

9 August, Narcissistic & Unproductive:

Today in the Watch, we have some real beauts! Come let’s observe the unproductive nature of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s “work!”

First up, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is crashing weddings at his Bedminister golf club again! I’m sure the assembled guests greeted him with that traditional Texas howdy, Oh, fuck! It’s that guy again! At least that’s what I was usually greeted with as I grew up there. Yeah, you’re not golfing, you’re working, riiight! What kind of stooges does he take us for? Oh, that’s right, we’re easy fucking marks in his eyes.

Then we have the battle of master diplomatic negotiators and the shrewd dealings of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber with Kim Jong-Un boy-king of North Korea:

North Korea had best not make any threats against the United States. They will be met with fire and fury like the world has never seen.

— Ye Olde Pussye Grabber

He was responding to this response of Kim Jong-Un to the UN sanctions enacted after the latest missile launch.

The United Fucking States of Fucking Stupid (of course they used more diplomatic language) will pay the price thousands of times for its crimes! There is no bigger mistake than the United States believing that its land is safe across the ocean!

— Some gubment organ in Pyongyang

I must note if only for purely egotistical reasons that someone at Vox is obviously reading Ye Olde Blogge because they note:

Rather, it’s that most leaders understand that North Korea is a rational country that understands the US would destroy it in the event of an actual war, and thus does not want to start a major conflict with the US over nothing. Threats, like the one issued today, are not actually seen as serious (ed note: the one made by NK not the one made by the Ol’ Pussy Grabber)

— Zack Beauchamp, Vox reporter and loyal reader (obviously)

And, last is his much hyped — at least he twitted about it — “major” press conference about the opioid crisis. You’d think he’d be laying love on the opioid addicts of the country instead it was Kellyanne Conway and HHS Secretary Tom Price mumbling something about doing something about the opioid crisis almost like the Ol’ Pussy Grabber covefefed his lil’ tweetter in the bathroom, again, and the admin had to scramble to produce something, you know like his one-page bullet-pointed tax reform plan. So, who do you call when you need someone who doesn’t embarrass easily and has a face so full of botox that it no longer communicates human emotions? Kellyanne the Con Conway, the woman who put the con in Conway. Jesus sodomize me with a broken crucifix, please.

Let’s conclude this wade though the waist-deep sewage of this administration by noting that it’s all bluffy and blustery fun until someone sets off a nuke.

And, now for today’s sickening narcissism:

My favorite on this list of shameful impropriety, though, is this report about the daily briefing the Ol’ Pussy Grabber gets every fucking day! He gets a folder of news clippings and printed screen shots of news chyrons of praise for the wonderful job he’s doing and all of his impressive — more than all the other presidencies of all the countries in the history of the world combined — accomplishments in his first 200 days — gawd why does it feel like it’s been longer than that? so much longer.

This motherfucking folder is 20 to 25 pages long and in addition to news stories of how great a twat he is because one presumes that there aren’t that many, it includes transcripts of powderpuff interviews, positive tweets (tweets for god’s sake!), and then rounded out with pictures of himself! HIM FUCKING SELF!

What else is there to say, other than, we are so fucked.

2 August, Narcissistic & Unproductive:

I started this serial post TODAY, and this is the third update! And, it is a slow news day.

The Wall Street Journal interviewed the Ol’ Pussy Grabber last week but refused to publish a complete transcript of the interview just a measly article. The crafty old Politico done scooped them — that’s journalism-speak for having gotten to the story first — and published the entire transcript! Here’s an excerpt:

TRUMP [sic]: I call it a motion to talk, you know. It’s not a motion to proceed.

BAKER: The Senate view –

TRUMP: It’s not — basically, it’s a motion to talk. But once you get that motion, it’s in pretty good shape, once you get in. It’s hard to get in, but once you get in. So we’re going to see. John McCain was a great help, coming in as he did. And so it was something I very much appreciate, and we’ll see what happens. We’re going to know in about two hours.

BAKER: What have you been doing, Mr. President, sort of behind the scenes?

TRUMP: A lot. A lot.

BAKER: I mean, what do you think the crucial conversations have been?

TRUMP: Many conversations. I just had one with a certain senator that was very convincing to that senator. So I’ve done a lot. I mean, last night — last night it was amazing. I was at the — you know, I was in West Virginia doing certain things and making a speech to the Boy Scouts, and that was some crowd. That was an incredible crowd.

But I’ve been working hard, trying to get the senators to go along with it. And I — you know, I think I — you know, look, just don’t quote me on this unless it happens, but I think we have a pretty good shot. And that vote’s taking place at about 2:00 today, right? 2:00?

Narcissistic: Much has been said about the paucity of detail that liter the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s speech. Look at his description of lobbying senators for the healthcare bill. There is nothing in that little soliloquy. Nothing.

That’s the hallmark of a narcissist: no details, except about themselves. This interview is the perfect example. Many conversations. I just had one with a certain senator that was very convincing to that senator. Okay, I get that he might not want to out the certain senator, not that that has ever stopped the Ol’ Pussy Grabber before. Perhaps if the interviewer had a thick Russian accent, he’d of gotten more detail. But, he could’ve outlined the argument he presented to the certain senator. The interviewer is basically prompting the Ol’ Pussy Grabber throughout. Look at how the interviewer has to direct him to comment on what he’s been doing to help get the bill passed.

Unproductive: Also, much has been made of the disjoint nature of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s unscripted discourse. In that same answer, the he goes from Last night was amazing… I was in West Virginia doing certain things (that the interviewer didn’t stop him right there or at least make an audible gasp in fear of what might be next out of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s pie hole is a minor miracle of journalistic professional restraint) and making a speech to the Boy Scouts.

That tangential jump after the garbled introduction that amazingly whiplash inducing shift from lobbying senators about healthcare to his pornographic favorite drunk uncle speech to the Boy Scouts demonstrates his inability to manage his thoughts and emotions. It is a product of associations that cannot be resisted. Last night. Of course, he thinks of his speech, but he can’t stick to the narrative of lobbying the senators, he has to talk about his speech. It is an imperative.

For most of us, we have a modicum of planning that occurs in our discourse. This planning happens largely outside of our awareness and is based on an interconnected web of associations. You activate one node of that web and nearby nodes are also activated. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber should’ve had his healthcare bill portion of the web activated. Of course, there will be links to other non-healthcare related stuff, but your focus and attention helps weed out the irrelevant bits and pieces. That’s the executive function part.

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber got to last night and he was off chasing the Boy Scout speech. He has no focus or attention.

1 August, Narcissistic:

That White House is a real dumpGolf quoted the Ol’ Pussy Grabber explaining to his Bedminister, New Jersey golf course members. Why would he say such a thing? Because he’s a narcissist and he thinks that by putting down other people and things, he is aggrandizing himself.  reportedly told members of his Trump National Golf Course in Bedminster, New Jersey.

1 August, Unproductive:

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber gets up god knows when or maybe he is sleep-tweeting who knows and tweets his abnormal disturbed thoughts at us.

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This is John Kelly’s first day as chief of staff and the Mooch’s last day as the communications director in waiting. Either the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is celebrating the Mooch’s unceremonious dismissal or the mo’fo’ just ain’t right in the head or both. The chaos that is evident by the past two weeks is nothing to be calling great.

But, the chaos that and negative press around it weighs upon his mind. He frets and broods and he cannot defend himself from the anxiety and fear that maybe, just maybe, he isn’t as great as he thinks he is. To prop up the caricature of himself that fronts his hollow void, he must do something… so he acts! He tweets this garbage not for you or me but for himself because he cannot defend against his demons any other way. We should all be very worried about his situation. Very. Worried.

31 July, Narcissistic:

Some of the clearest evidence of his textbook narcissism appeared in a Washington Post story informing us that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber personally dictated a statement that Don Don released about his meeting with the Ruskies to organize their collusion:

He doesn’t think he’s in any legal jeopardy, so he really views this as a political problem he is going to solve by himself, the article quotes an advisor (Le Jejune, mayhaps?) as saying.

Because Trump believes he is innocent, some advisers explained, he therefore does not think he is at any legal risk for a coverup. In his mind, they said, there is nothing to conceal.

Of course he thinks he’s innocent! He’s a narcissist! He cannot be responsible for any error or crime. He is perfect! He’s a narcissist! He believes any and all rules, regulations, and laws can be bent or ignored for him because he’s special.It is a hallmark of narcissism.

19 July, Malignant:

Let’s start this review of madness with some ancient history: the public humiliation of Jeff Sessions. Way back on 19 July — we are living in dog years because I can barely remember this happening — the Ol’ Pussy Grabber gives a gives a grotesquely curious — like a car wreck, you can’t look away, only in this case it was one of those mega 40 car pile ups — interview to the New York Times in which he trows Jeff Sessions under the 40 car pile up. His subsequent treatment of the powder puff pink racist — you know his hands are soft and nails manicured — was so egregious that if it were just about anyone else you might could manage a bit of sorrowing for him.

Consider this headline from The Atlantic:

The Strange, Slow-Motion Defenestration of Jeff Sessions

Why is President Trump badmouthing his attorney general, why doesn’t he just fire him, and what does he hope to accomplish by pushing him out?

Why is he doing it? Because he’s a fucking malignant narcissist and he enjoys torturing and humiliating people. Why are reporters and pundits continually professing confusion over this?

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