29 March—The organizers of yesterday’s third round of No Kings demonstrations—3,300 rallies, protests, call them what you will, that drew over 8 million participants at home and abroad (where Trump is disdained even more than at home)—consider the well-coordinated event a major success. And in terms of participation—massive turnout—it certainly was impressive, far more so than anything Trump and his malignant MAGA morons have been able to organize. Ever.
In terms of actual political effectiveness, No Kings is questionable. But when considered with the delightfully poor performance of Trump-endorsed candidates in recent elections, Trump’s declining ability to intimidate his once unquestionably obeisant congressional lackeys and bully other countries, and the scumbag-in-chief’s record low approval ratings, yesterday’s No Kings mass mobilization was an undeniably encouraging portent of the eventual fall of America’s first—and one hopes last—tyrant.
Also encouraging is that Trump was too busy cheating at golf yesterday to comment on the No Kings rallies. But you’d better believe they didn’t help his dyspepsia. A White House spokescutie insisted, “We do not think about protests at all” and “the only people who care about protests are reporters who are paid to cover them,” while dismissing them as leftist-funded, largely insignificant, and with little real public support. Why do virtually all Republicans insist on calling liberals leftists?
Trump reminded the press before the mass of rallies, “I am not a king.” And technically he isn’t. Remember when Richard Nixon said, “I am not a crook”? And technically he wasn’t.
Leaving Trump and his flunkies to wallow in their ordure, then, in celebration of World Piano Day here’s Johannes Brahms’s “Academic Festival Overture” played on four pianos by 16 hands. Or is that 16 pianos by four hands?
28 March—Today is another big No Kings rally day. Wow! The Litchfield Monitor’s Editorial Bored (note the capitalization) fully supports No Kings in principle. But, as we’ve written here, there, and everywhere, it goes without saying but must nevertheless be said, rallies, marches, demonstrations, protests, and the like are pretty much a waste of time and energy, serving merely and mostly—close to entirely, in fact—as a means of venting usually negative, hostile steam.
Demonstrations, rallies, and marches venting positive, friendly steam in support of rather than opposition to or defiance of whatever or whomever it may be are less common but equally ineffective. But, again, they make you feel good.
Pro and anti events thus are like letters to the editor and ego-gratification blogs like the Litchfield Enquirer that don’t have paid subscribers or advertisers.
Back to No Kings, did you know that the movement has a website? No surprise that it’s nokings.org. And it’s easier to negotiate than most commercial websites. For all the good it does.
To digress, and apropos nothing, if you’re interested in starting up your own anti-monarchy website, the “nokings” so-called second-level domain name is still available with over 400 so-called top-level domain file extensions (the “org” part), like nokings.llc at $45 a year, nokings.bz at $22 a year, and nokings.fyi at $7.00 a year. Why not have a go? All you’ll need then is a web host and a content manager. Web host deals come and go and can be inexpensive; and DIY content managers like WordPress.org are free. If you have the patience and fortitude to DIY.
Back on topic, then, when you get to the No Kings website, you’re hit with:
“In America, we have No Kings.
“Masked secret police terrorizing our communities. An illegal, catastrophic war putting us in danger and driving up our costs. Attacks on our freedom of speech, our civil rights, our freedom to vote. Costs pushing families to the brink. Trump wants to rule over us as a tyrant. But this is America, and power belongs to the people—not to wannabe kings or their billionaire cronies.
“On March 28, we show up together, and we say, loud and clear: No Kings.”
Right on! we say, even though the power to the people bit sounds—but really isn’t—straight out of Karl Marx; it’s actually from the Black Panthers in the 1960s and John Lennon in 1971. And in all events, it’s what democracy is all about.
So then you scroll past the usual suspects—Jane Fonda, Tim Walz, Bernie Sanders, Bruce Springsteen, Joan Baez, et al.—and get to a map to “Find an Event Near You,” which will indicate events in places like Ecuador, Iceland, and Mexico in addition to the United States and associated real estate.
Right on! we say again.
Further scrolling takes you to the footer:
“A core principle behind all No Kings events is a commitment to nonviolent action. We expect all participants to seek to de-escalate any potential confrontation with those who disagree with our values and to act lawfully at these events. Weapons of any kind, including those legally permitted, should not be brought to events.
“For inquiries, please contact info@nokings.org.”
So even though participating in a No Kings event is a civilized way to vent hostility but otherwise just a futile gesture, a visit to the website is none the less worth the effort. And you don’t have to lift your ass to do it and you won’t risk being intimidated or maimed by MAGA stormtroopers. Probably.
On the other hand, you don’t have to be a king to be a tyrant . . .
27 March—The good news is that after Elon Musk had won a reversal of a defamation suit against him (which was meritless anyway) in a Texas appellate court last week, just yesterday a federal judge in the Lone Star State threw out a suit filed by his X Corp against advertisers—including Abbott, CVS, Lego, Mars, Nestlé, Shell, and Tyson—alleged by X to have conspired to boycott the social medium that used to be called Twitter.
The judge found there was no evidence of conspiracy, no boycott, no antitrust violation in the 2024 mass exodus of advertisers that allegedly cost X billions of dollars in revenue and must therefore have been purely coincidental.
It must be noted that Elon Musk has been pretty—but not entirely—successful in venue shopping, since both state and federal courts in Texas have served his interests alarmingly and disgustingly well. It must also be noted that who the hell pays any attention to advertising on social media, websites, or anywhere else? And, just for the fun of it, it will be noted that Musk’s net worth as of today is estimated to be close to $850 billion.
(Grownups will remember that the celebrated skinflint Jean Paul Getty—who had a pay phone in his UK mansion for the use of guests—was considered the world’s richest man at the time of his death in 1976, with a net worth of only $6 billion, equivalent to a mere $35 billion today.)
The bad news, then, naturally takes us to Donald Trump, who probably jerks off at the thought of Musk’s and Getty’s wealth, since his own wealth today is estimated at a paltry $6.5 billion, much—or most—of which comes from his brazen, illegal, self-dealing use of the presidency. Trump conspicuously goes to unreasonable, usually unlawful lengths to fabricate an impressive legacy: his name on everything, monuments to himself, blah blah blah.
Narcissist that he is, Trump is too impressed with himself to realize that despite his self-gratification he’ll go down in history as what he really is: not a successful businessman (because he never was one), nothing but a grifter and a bully—and even ignoring his total lack of honesty, principle, and moral fiber, the most incompetent president the United States has ever suffered.
And now Trump’s Sharpie signature, if not his legible name, will be on paper money as he continues to fabricate his disgraceful legacy by forcing it on U.S. currency, replacing the U.S. Treasurer’s and dwarfing the Secretary of the Treasury’s. Unfortunately, it’s one of the few not-illegal things Trump will have done as SICOTUS.
A president’s signature has never before been on U.S. paper money (or any other money). Nor indeed has any monarch nor dictator, including Trump’s idols, pals, and lover, had his signature on paper currency. Here’s the Treasury Department’s typically obsequious, stercoraceous press release, verbatim:
March 26, 2026
“WASHINGTON – In honor of the 250th anniversary of the United States of America, President Donald J. Trump’s signature will appear on future U.S. paper currency along with the Secretary of the Treasury, marking the first time in history for a sitting [or even dead] president.
“Under President Trump’s leadership, we are on a path toward unprecedented economic growth, lasting dollar dominance, and fiscal strength and stability,” said Secretary of the Treasury Scott Bessent. “There is no more powerful way to recognize the historic achievements of our great country and President Donald J. Trump than U.S dollar bills bearing his name, and it is only appropriate that this historic currency be issued at the Semiquincentennial.”
“As the 250th anniversary of our great nation approaches, American currency will continue to stand as a symbol of prosperity, strength, and the unshakable spirit of the American people under President Trump’s leadership,” said Treasurer Brandon Beach. “The President’s mark on history as the architect of America’s Golden Age economic revival is undeniable. Printing his signature on the American currency is not only appropriate, but also well deserved.”
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Makes you want to puke . . .
26 March—The good news is that the first wild turkey of spring has made his appearance. He clearly was fully grown but too far away for me to determine whether he was actually a he. Not that I could anyway. But since wild turkey rutting season begins in late March, he may well have been looking for a hen to put in the family way.
In other news and minutiae, this week juries in New Mexico and California found social media liable for essentially not doing what parents—not media platforms—are supposed to be doing. Details on jury composition in both cases have been kept under wraps, but doubtless parents sat on both juries, parents who, like the lazy and irresponsible ones who sued Meta and Google for big bucks alleging they took advantage of the mindless little darlings, find it easier—and of course more lucrative—to pass the buck to third parties than to assume responsibility.
Certainly the social media operators are no angels; they’re in business to make money, after all, and thus do whatever they can get away with in the pursuit of filthy lucre. That’s just capitalism in action. But shouldn’t parents take responsibility at least in not being attentive enough—not caring enough—to be aware of what their little darlings are doing on their phones and computers? And at all times, come to think of it. Isn’t that the sort of thing parents are supposed to do?
Nah. That’s why there’s a new breed of personal injury lawyers—what used to be called ambulance chasers—who go for the jugulars of multi-billion-dollar corporations because that’s where the real money is.
Moving on, then, I can’t remember when I first heard the term “March madness.” Whenever it was, I reckoned some clever sports commentator had come up with it as a convenient shorthand way to talk about the NCAA elimination tournament for top-rated men’s and women’s college basketball teams that actually extends into April. (And which I still don’t really care about.)
But I only recently discovered that it’s actually March Madness—with capitalized Madness—and is in fact a registered trademark of the National Collegiate Athletic Association. The term had been coined in 1939 by the Illinois High School Association for high school basketball. After decades of using it nationally and thus popularizing it, the NCAA finally bought March Madness outright from the IHSA in 2010 for $17.2 million.
So now the NCAA owns sole and full rights to March Madness and is a colossally aggressive pain in the ass about strictly protecting the evidently valuable trademark, even threatening users of variations like “Markdown Madness” and “Munch Madness” whom it hasn’t been licensed.
The NCAA also owns Final Four, Elite Eight, the Big Dance, and March Mayhem. Sweet 16—part of March Madness madness—is licensed to the NCAA by the Kentucky High School Athletic Association.
Given U.S. intellectual property law, it’s even a no-no to use “march madness” in lower case without authorization, as it’s nevertheless deemed—at least by the NCAA—to imply association with the NCAA, which probably isn’t the case, but which the NCAA will contest if it pays the bastards. Worse yet, it’s even risky, given the scummy NCAA and its predatory shysters, to use expressions like “June Madness” or “December Madness” for commercial purposes—or any kind of madness, for that matter, if the NCAA in its gargantuan greed decides it implies association.
On the other hand, even with the caps March Madness can be used for things like news, commentary, and non-commercial information—even without the little IP (intellectual property) ® symbol. It’s just commercial use that’s restricted. For the record, lest NCAA’s shysters shoot off a cease-and-desist letter Monitorward, March Madness and all the other NCAA crap is used in this disquisition strictly for news, commentary, and non-commercial information. We most assuredly do not wish to be associated with the NCAA.
“Jesus Christ!” you’re thinking. And you’re right. And, frankly, the NCAA should have been castrated long ago . . .
25 March—First, yesterday’s disquisition evinced positive response from several readers, including, of course, El Liberalissimo and, unexpectedly, El Conservatissimo. El C, it appears, has joined the stampede of former Trump admirers, defenders, and apologists who have finally seen and smelled the shit in the cesspool that is Trump and his corrupt and incompetent administration. We welcome El C to the right side of the right and can assure him that now he’s more likely to be admitted to heaven.
Second, I’m profoundly flattered that some readers thought I was the author of the brilliant essay signed by Gman in yesterday’s disquisition. But I wasn’t; and as far as I know, it’s really, truly, and actually the work of an—or the—perceptive Australian observer who posted it on Facebook.
Third, since he lost the 2020 election and blamed it partly on postal ballots, Donald Trump has made an incessant point of bitching about mail-in-voting: “Mail-in voting means mail-in cheating. I call it mail-in cheating, and we got to do something about it all.” Yet he regularly votes by mail. Evidently mail-in ballots are cheating only when they’re not in his favor.
And Trump voted by mail in yesterday’s special election in Palm Beach County—of which he’s been a resident since doing New York City a favor by giving up his Gotham residency in 2019—which flipped a traditionally Republican Florida House of Representatives seat—intended to be even more safely Republican with a 2022 gerrymander—to a Democrat.
What makes the Florida Democrat victory even sweeter is that Trump had endorsed the Republican candidate, who, he claimed, was backed “by so many of my Palm Beach County friends.” And the Republican probably was, but Trump has lost and is losing so many of his friends all over the country that it really didn’t matter.
That’s not the first good election news during Trump’s current reign of terror, to be sure, and it doesn’t look like it will be the last. But we shouldn’t be sanguine about getting rid of Trump and his flunkies—especially now that even his Palm Beach County friends haven’t come through for him and he and his flunkies have shown themselves to be even dirtier fighters than the Democrats. And that’s saying a lot . . .
24 March—Yesterday’s disquisition completely ignored Donald Trump. Sorry for that. So we’ll make up for it today by treating you to the following “light relief in the current carnage,” as the good-natured reader who was kind enough to send us this Facebook post from the Land of Oz called the delightful but none the less perceptive, penetrating, and pointed essay:
So Trump’s had a full public meltdown because Australia won’t send warships to help him unfuck a war he started without telling anyone. Let that sink in for a second.
He launched this thing with Israel 3 weeks ago. Didn’t consult NATO. Didn’t consult Australia. Didn’t consult Japan. Explicitly said at the start he didn’t need or want anyone’s help.
And now he’s on Truth Social in all caps screaming that we’re all ungrateful.
Mate, you can’t tell everyone to fuck off and then get angry when they all fuck off.
Here’s what happened. He blew the shit out of Iran. Destroyed the navy, the air force, the radar, the leadership. Great. Total victory. Mission accomplished. Brought the banner and everything.
One small problem. The Strait of Hormuz is still shut. It’s full of mines and anti-ship missiles and Iranian drone boats. The tankers won’t sail. The insurance companies won’t touch it. And 20% of the world’s oil is just sitting there going absolutely nowhere.
So suddenly Captain America needs help. He spends the whole weekend ringing every country with a boat. China. France. Japan. South Korea. The UK. Canada. Australia. Basically anyone with a dinghy and a flag.
The response from most of them? “Get fucked.” Germany said, and I’m paraphrasing only slightly: “You didn’t ask us before you started the war. You told us you didn’t want our help. And now you’re upset? Yeah, nah.”
France said they’d be happy to help escort ships once the bombing stops and Iran agrees to let them. So basically never.
Spain said no. Poland said no. Sweden said no. Australia said we haven’t even been formally asked and also no.
So what does Trump do? Does he reflect? Reassess? Pick up the phone like a grown adult? Of course not. He jumps on Truth Social and goes full toddler [acts irrationally]. “We don’t need NATO! We NEVER needed NATO! We don’t need Japan or Australia or South Korea! WE DO NOT NEED THE HELP OF ANYONE!”
Mate. You were literally begging 15 countries for ships 48 hours ago. That’s like getting turned down for a date and screaming “SHE WAS UGLY ANYWAY” loud enough for the whole pub to hear. You’re not fooling anyone, dickhead. Everyone saw you practise your opener in the bathroom mirror.
And he specifically named Australia. Which is genuinely fucking insane. We have shown up to every single American war for nearly a century. Korea. Vietnam. Iraq. Twice. Afghanistan for 20 bloody years. Five Eyes. AUKUS [Australia, UK, US]. Pine Gap [highly secretive joint Australia-US satellite-tracking-plus facility in Oz]. We are literally the most reliable ally the United States has ever had.
And the one time, the ONE time, we look at the situation and go “yeah this one’s a bit cooked mate, we’ll sit this out,” he loses his shit and calls us foolish on the internet.
You know what’s actually foolish? Starting a war without a plan to reopen the strait that carries a fifth of the world’s oil supply. That’s foolish. Blowing up someone’s entire military and then being surprised when they use asymmetric warfare to shut down global shipping. That’s foolish. Spending a year slapping tariffs on your allies, calling them freeloaders, threatening to annex their territory, and then wondering why they won’t come running when you need a favour. That’s fucking foolish.
But here’s the bit that should really worry you. He named Australia, Japan, and South Korea. That’s the Indo-Pacific alliance. That’s AUKUS. That’s the Quad [Quadrilateral Security Dialogue between Australia, US, India, and Japan]. That’s the entire strategic architecture built to counter China. And he just told all 3 of them to get stuffed on social media.
Xi Jinping is watching this with a bucket of popcorn and the biggest grin on the planet.
Meanwhile Australia is getting absolutely smashed. We’ve got 2 refineries. About 3 weeks of fuel reserves. Diesel heading for $3 a litre. Farmers are already running out of fuel. They can’t harvest. They can’t plant. Fuel rationing has started in towns across the country. Food prices are through the roof because every step of the supply chain runs on diesel we don’t have. The RBA [Reserve Bank of Australia, like the Fed] just hiked interest rates because the fuel and food spikes from this war are driving inflation and recession fears are real. Australians are getting hit at the bowser [gasoline pump], hit at the checkout, hit on their mortgage, and the bloke who caused all of it is calling US foolish.
This isn’t strength. This is a narcissist who heard “no” and couldn’t cope. This is a bloke flipping the Monopoly board because he landed on someone else’s hotel. And every time he does it, every single time, he pushes allies one step further toward making their own arrangements. That’s how alliances die. Not with a bang. With a tantrum on Truth Social at 11 in the morning.
Australia’s not foolish for sitting this one out. 5 countries might be the only countries in this whole mess that are actually thinking clearly and holding this shit fest from spilling into WWIII. And seriously, Donald. You’re trying to bully Australia? NATO?
Mate, we live in a country where everything is actively trying to kill us. Every single day. We’ve got 21 of the 25 most venomous snakes on the planet. Twenty one. Out of twenty five. The inland taipan, the single most venomous snake on earth, one bite can kill over 100 grown adults, just vibing in the outback like it’s nothing.
We’ve got the Sydney funnel web, the deadliest spider in the world, and it lives in people’s fucking gardens where our kids keep them as pets.
We’ve got jellyfish that can stop your heart. Sharks. Crocodiles the size of a small truck. An octopus the size of a golf ball that can kill you in minutes. A plant that makes you want to throw yourself off a cliff if you brush against it. A fucking dinosaur bird, that will literally disembowel you with its feet. Stonefish. Cone snails. The sun itself trying to give us cancer by 10am.
We share a continent with every venomous nightmare God ever created on a Friday afternoon when he was clearly in a bad mood. And you think we’re scared of a bloke in an ill fitting suit who can’t spell “hereby” and throws tantrums on his phone?
We couldn’t give 2 fucks what you think, Donald. We wrestle things with actual teeth. You’re not even in the top 50 most dangerous things an Australian deals with on an average Tuesday. Australia will survive this god awful administration. But if you’re gunna shoot yourself in the foot, leave us the fuck out of it wanker [jerk-off].
~Gman
23 March—This morning’s “Classic Peanuts” comic strip, which was originally published in 1979, has Linus van Pelt lamenting in the first two panels, “I guess it’s wrong always to be worrying about tomorrow. Maybe we should think only about today . . . .” To which, in the last two panels, Charlie Brown retorts, “No, that’s not giving up . . . I’m still hoping that yesterday will get better.”
I’m still hoping that yesterday will get better. That is seriously profound. Relax, you’re not going to be subjected to a homily on any aspect of or in any way related to rewriting or actually changing history. But think about it: What if . . . ?
So on Saturday I found stuffed in my extortionate PO box a one-inch-thick, 22-ounce, 300-or-so-page proxy statement from Warner Bros. Discovery Inc., dated 17 February 2026, about the “Amended and Restated Agreement and Plan of Merger” with Netflix “dated as of 19 January 2026” addressed to my son. For whatever reason, even though my son has his own extortionate PO box, the hefty solicitation was addressed to him at my PO box.
My son had no idea he owned any shares in Warner Bros. Discovery. And indeed he doesn’t, but evidently at least one of the index funds in which he holds positions does. But he says he’d never before the WBD-Netflix kerfuffle received proxies nor other literature from indirectly-owned holdings. Nor, in fact, have I. Have I? Why should we? In the circumstance, though, who knows?
In all events, the enclosed proxy form recommended voting for the proposed takeover by Netflix (which is what the merger really is), which the WBD board was favoring at the time and about which my son had been receiving pleas and warnings from the WBD board about a deal with Paramount Skydance—but addressed to his own extortionate PO box. Go figure. And the recommendation was amplified and illustrated by Superman on the letter-size card pictured below.
You may recall the WBD board agreed to the more lucrative takeover deal by Paramount Skydance 12 days after the date of the pro-Netflix mailing, on 27 February. So the heavy proxy solicitation was moot, a waste of shareholder money, but needed revenue for the USPS. Not that it makes any difference, then, but why did it take a month for the time-sensitive mailing to reach its destination?
Anyway, in a weak moment, I actually opened the mammoth proxy statement. (Does anyone other than brokers and lawyers actually bother to read proxy statements and lavishly produced annual reports?) The page I serendipitously opened to was 134 and it contained, inter alia, “Merger-Related Compensation for WBD’s Named Executive Officers.”
Without going into to silly detail, then, WBD CEO and president David Zaslav seemed happy enough on 17 February to receive a total compensation of $645 million in the Netflix deal. Not bad, not bad at all. But it didn’t take much googling to WB Discover [that’s a pun, by the way] that David will be getting over 37 percent more in the Paramount deal, about $887 million. And of course the other board members and shareholders will also be doing better in the Paramount deal.
Money talks, as they say. So who cares about WBD employees, contractors, and customers?
22 March—Here are some—just some—of the desirable personal qualities you won’t find in Donald Trump. For convenience, they’re listed here in alphabetical order: altruism, compassion, competence, conscience, courtesy, discretion, empathy, fairness, generosity, graciousness, gravitas, honesty, humility, kindness, judgement, loyalty, modesty, morality, nobility, principle, prudence, rationality, reliability, sanity, self-discipline, selflessness, stability, tact, taste, tolerance.
What’s conspicuously missing? Oh yes, class. Well, lest there be any vestigial doubt that Trump totally lacks class as well, consider his spiteful reaction yesterday to Robert Mueller’s death: “Robert Mueller just died. Good, I’m glad he’s dead. He can no longer hurt innocent people!” Suffice to say, unlike Donald Trump, Robert Mueller never hurt innocent people. And, unlike Donald Trump, he served his country honorably and courageously.
What, you may wonder, would Trump’s reaction be to the death of, say, Russian autocrat Vladimir Putrid, “a guy who’s very savvy,” whom, as Trump said in 2022, he knows “very well, very, very well,” and was “going to go in (to Ukraine) and be a peacekeeper.”
And how do you think Trump would react to the death of Hungarian dictator Viktor Orbán? “I like and respect him,” Trump gushed. “He’s done a fantastic job . . . one of the most respected men. They call him a strongman. Smart prime minister of Hungary.”
And then there’s North Korean tyrant Kim Jong Un, who’s about the same age as Trump’s middle son Eric. You’ll recall that after Kim, who’s “very smart, loves his people, loves his country,” and “has been really very open, frankly,” “wrote me beautiful letters and they’re great letters, we fell in love.” Moreover, “I do trust him, yeah,” Trump confided. In all events, it’s doubtful that Kim fell in love with Trump. And it’s more likely that what Trump calls love is actually lust, because he’s incapable of love but has a rap sheet full of lust. But how do his MAGA morons feel about their supreme leader’s homosexual lust?
So what reaction may be expected upon the death of Donald Trump? By whatever means. Well, it’s pretty safe to predict that the reaction at home and abroad will be something like: “Donald Trump just died. Good, I’m glad he’s finally dead. He can no longer hurt innocent people!”
21 March—As the self-serving Republicans in Washington are going to pains to screw the country and the self-serving Democrats in Hartford are doing their level best to screw the state, let’s take a needed break from politics to celebrate Johann Sebastian Bach’s 341st birthday. His birthday by the Julian calendar, anyway. [For more on that and more delightful Bach music, go to Bach birthday overload.]
So today we’ll celebrate J.S.’s Julian birthday with two of his Goldberg Variations, numbers 28 and 29, of BWV 988. Contrary to popular belief, Bach didn’t write the variations to honor OSS officer, Supreme Court associate justice, labor secretary, and U.N. ambassador Arthur Goldberg. Rather, the 30 variations were probably first performed in 1741 by a 14-year-old keyboard virtuoso called Johann Gottlieb Goldberg, who like so many brilliant musical virtuosos and composers died too young, he just after turning 29.
Bach specifically wrote the Goldberg Variations for “harpsichord with two manuals,” to facilitate complex hand-crossing. And today’s variations are brilliantly played on such an instrument.
So happy birthday, J.S. . . .
20 March—A correction. Of sorts. Maybe. Yesterday’s disquisition reported: “Israel confirms that the U.S. helped coordinate the attack on the South Pars gas field. But that doesn’t mean Trump or Hegseth had any inkling of what was going on.” Well, after publication, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu confirmed the Trump-Hegseth insistence that Israeli had acted alone when it hit the Iranian gas compound.
But informed and trustworthy sources still insist that the United States and Israel have in fact been and are coordinated on all targets. And given the way Netanyahu sucks up to Trump and the tendency of both men to bend the truth, as it were, the informed and trustworthy sources are clearly more credible.
On the other hand, Netanyahu maintains that Trump has asked him to hold off on future attacks. And that’s entirely credible and plausible for any number of reasons, not the least of which is all the money being thrown at a poorly conceived and incompetently strategized illegal non-war the United States should never have got involved in.
That’s because, while there are non-binding memorandums of understanding and other agreements between friends and BFFs (including but not limited to Trump and Netanyahu), the United States doesn’t have anything like a legally binding mutual defense pact with Israel that requires the U.S. to defend Israel if attacked.
Yet Trump and Hegseth are now asking Congress for another $200 billion because, as screw-up warlord Hegseth put it yesterday, “It takes money to kill bad guys.” No shit, Sherlock, it takes money to do anything these days. Although there’s no denying that the autocratic mullahs of Iran are indeed bad guys, is it really the responsibility of the United States to kill them? And, judging from history, isn’t it likely they’d only be replaced by other bad guys? In all events, Israel has shown it’s far better at actually targeting and killing bad guys while the U.S. has consistently shown it’s better—but not necessarily far better—at killing innocent civilians and destroying whatever it can.
As for taking money to kill bad guys, one wonders how much it would cost to kill . . .
19 March—Amanda Robbins of Millersburg, Pennsylvania, voted for Donald Trump all three times he ran. Last week, she was asked by reporter Jonathan Allen, “If you could say something to President Trump and he was gonna hear you right now, what would it be?”
“You are a worthless pile of shit,” Ms. Robbins answered.
“And you voted for him how many times?” the reporter pressed her for emphasis.
“Three times. That was my bad, apparently I’m an idiot,” Amanda admitted.
But the Scumbag-in-Chief of the United States doesn’t really give a damn about what Amanda Robbins or anyone else thinks, says, or does. He posted this on his disgusting website: “THEY ARE NOT MAGA, I AM, and MAGA includes not allowing Iran, a Sick, Demented, and Violent Terrorist Regime, to have a Nuclear Weapon to blow up the United States of America, the Middle East and, ultimately, the rest of the World. MAGA is about stopping them cold, and that is exactly what we are doing.”
So crowed the sick, demented, and violent President of Peace, whose most recent threat is to “massively blow up the entirety” of the South Pars gas field—Iran’s biggest—if Iran attacks his pals in Qatar again. Israel had blown up a lot of South Pars, but Trump—backed up by pretty boy flunky, totally incompetent warlord Pete Hegseth, of course—claims the United States “knew nothing about” the Israeli attack.
Of course, that’s disputed by just about everybody in the Middle East, including Trump’s Qatari benefactors and Israel. In fact, Israel confirms that the U.S. helped coordinate the attack on the South Pars gas field. But that doesn’t mean Trump or Hegseth had any inkling of what was going on.
Forget that Trump ran on a promise not only of America first but of no more wars. But who with any intelligence ever believed anything that passed through Trump’s lips or his website or his flunkies?
The big news, though, is that the SICOTUS 24-karat gold coin from the U.S. Mint still appears to be in the works, even though it’s profoundly inappropriate and probably illegal. But when have little things like inappropriateness and illegality ever bothered Donald Trump? Ever.
For the record, Adolf Hitler postponed having his image on coins until after a Nazi victory. That’s why you don’t find Hitler Reichmarks in coin collections. But you will find portraits of modern constitutional and absolute monarchs on coins and paper money. That must be what the worthless pile of shit is aiming for . . .