The Ol’ Pussy Grabber shambled into Congress and spoke at the podium. He read a speech that someone else wrote from the teleprompter in his usual style of seeming surprised at the words he found there and gestures written in as stage directions: “…and both Republicans…AND… Democrats…” flings arm to the side of the aisle the Dems sit on and then turns ponderously towards them to look meaningfully in their general direction.

There was nothing new in the speech save the bit about merit-based immigration. I guess his speech writer had had a taco bowl from Trump Tower the night before writing that line and had woken up with a bad case of gas. There really is no other explanation for it. Otherwise, he, well, said words that don’t match or agree with other words he’s said in the past and won’t match up well with or agree with words he’ll say in the future. We can all pretend that the words when taken together have some kind of fleeting meaning, but, deep down, we all know that they don’t have any meaning at all.

The Gaslighting Gang of Posts

I will say that I am tired of winning. I sincerely wish that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber would stop making me look like a gawddamned genius! I’m not a genius. He’s a nonproductive malignant narcissistic personality gaslighting America and as such is imminently predictable. He’s administration will swing wildly from one preposterous idea to another. He will exclaim and accuse and rampage across Twitter and the press room via his press secretary. He will say whatever pops into his head at the time he’s saying it, sincerely believe it to be true, and blithely contradict himself however much later the subject comes up again. He will repeat whatever the last thing he saw on a subject as we saw in the infamous #lastnightinSweden incident. If anyone views the speech through any lens other than that, then that person is fool, and if you believe them, that person is fooling you.

The truism about the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is that he will not change. He is a chaotic beast sowing chaos, misery, and destroyed lives in his wake. He always has to be mired in chaotic fights so he will pick fights with whoever seems convenient. Don’t worry Congress, your turn is coming up soon.

So, yay, he “sounded” presidential. That’s as close as he’ll ever get. We can all marvel at that for a while, but the real question is what happens when there is a real honest-to-god crisis? When the black swan comes home to roost, what happens then? Will the Ol’ Pussy Grabber even seem remotely presidential then?

Fuck, I’m tired of being right, but when you live in the United Fucking States of Fucking Stupid and are presidented by an unproductive malignant naricissist and congressed by a craven political party willing to enable the gaslighting of the country for a few pieces of copper and judiciaried by a court with a third of its members especially conflicted by special interests — we’re looking at you Clarence Thomas and Samuel Alito, then it’s easy to be right because these assholes are as predictable as a fart.