‘Rigged’ Saint — T-Rump Whines

May 29, 2024

Bright sunshine and warmish temperatures this late-afternoon Wednesday here in California’s Central Valley.

Scrolling through the cycle just a bit ago, I eyed a piece of shit news that although true to form, seemed to touch the sharp edge of reality and the ‘alternative facts‘ colored life of the T-Rump-rolled nowadays. Apparently, he soulfully should be reckoned with in a twist.
As his ‘hush money’ trial in New York has ended for the day — the jury deliberated five hours before being adjourned; they’ll crank back up again in the morning — he blubbered asshole-like against the rigged legal apparatus that’s drowning his poor soul in such terrible shit even a saint couldn’t endure.

Normal in the black-hole humor of the abnormal:

Heavy nauseous behavior (the Guardian): ‘Right after jurors began weighing the former president’s fate, Trump railed against the proceedings and compared himself to a saint, saying in the hallway: “Mother Teresa could not beat these charges. The charges are rigged. The whole thing is rigged.”

Baby-bitch whining about the horrors of life. Ironicly idiotic he chose a shit-saint as an example, they carry/carried a common view.

‘Mother Teresa’ was an asshole phony like the T-Rump — the late Christopher Hitchens at Slate in October 2003 torched the whole idea. A highlight snip:

This returns us to the medieval corruption of the church, which sold indulgences to the rich while preaching hellfire and continence to the poor. MT was not a friend of the poor. She was a friend of poverty. She said that suffering was a gift from God. She spent her life opposing the only known cure for poverty, which is the empowerment of women and the emancipation of them from a livestock version of compulsory reproduction. And she was a friend to the worst of the rich, taking misappropriated money from the atrocious Duvalier family in Haiti (whose rule she praised in return) and from Charles Keating of the Lincoln Savings and Loan. Where did that money, and all the other donations, go? The primitive hospice in Calcutta was as run down when she died as it always had been—she preferred California clinics when she got sick herself—and her order always refused to publish any audit. But we have her own claim that she opened 500 convents in more than a hundred countries, all bearing the name of her own order. Excuse me, but this is modesty and humility?

Hitchens was an acquired taste. However, he was fairly adamant about ‘MT.’ Go read the whole piece.

Now we wait on 12 jurors hopefully angry/pissed-at-T-Rump, or not, yet once again here we are…

Image out front is my favorite of the T-Rump mugs, though, ‘favorite‘ does not mean in any form or fashion, as in, ‘my favorite movie,’ or ‘my favorite song.’ It’s more of an anti-appreciation/like.

And aptly titled, ‘Basic Shapes,‘ by caricaturist/illustrator Chong Jit Leong (and found here), it’s an image that displays the elemental form of a purloined sociopath — a bloated profile of flatulent bile and arrogant ignorance.

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