Oval Office Shit Storm

Enormous Shit Found Inside White House / print final

Cue the Sleazeballs

Followers of "Q" conspiracy theory "drops" like to display their intelligence creds by posting photos and messages like the one below which supposedly offers evidence that Joe Biden is part of some Satanic Cabal of Deep State Pedophiles that control global, private and government institutions including the FBI, NSA CIA, global banking, and so on and so forth. (The hashtags in the pictured Tweet - #QAnon, #TheStorm, #FollowTheWhiteRabbit - are links to Q conspiracy pages.)

So let's, for a moment, follow the bread crumb and look into this so-called disturbing photo of Joe Biden. What do we have here? What has "surfaced"?

What we actually have in this tweeted message is a cropped Associated Press photo of Joe Biden at his son's funeral in 2015.

Twitter Image

Biden is seen comforting his grandson, the late Beau Biden's son, during his father's burial service. The twit who posted the tweet above likes to think of himself as "a visionary entrepreneur with a focus on digital technology and a strong passion for resolving social issues."

Yeah, sure. But apparently this self-described visionary has yet to discover Google's digital image search technology.

Let's play along - see how this works:

Here, at left, we have a photo of Ronald Reagan (which, obviously, is very disturbing. Someone should take a closer look at him.) Right, because this photo of RR offers clear evidence that RR may have been an early founder of the Global Satanic child molesting Pedo Cabal! Of course it does. The photo was probably taken inside some secretive deep underground child sex trafficking bunker decades ago. Or the basement of a pizza parlor. Of course it was.

What other conclusion could a passionate social issue visionary conclude?

Here's the uncropped photo: It's a picture of RR with his first wife Jane Wyman and their daughter Maureen, circa 1943.

BOOM! See how that works? Jane Wyman, we must conclude, was also part of the cabal!

They don't call 'em Deplorables for nothing.

Jared Kushner Takes Destiny in Hand

Because it's never too soon to plan for the future.

Google News headlines:

Breitbart News headline:

Badfella - Bannon Knocked Out

Anyone looking for a fresh honey badger pelt?

Bannon out at Breitbart
Decides to "step down"

Uh huh. I'll bet he had some help down the steps too. Looks like "Becky Cookies" Mercer has decided to break off "Sloppy Steve" and dump him in a heap on the sidewalk in front of the Breitbart Social Club. No doubt a warning to anyone else thinking of undermining the Trump bratva. It could have been worse; the "Honey Badger" could have wound up with his dick in his mouth and stuffed in a heat sealed bag of breakup snickerdoodles delivered to Michael Wolff's front door by a guy with a dagger tattoo through his neck.

What becomes of Breitbart remains to be seen. Someone else will likely move into Bannon's chair at the "office". Breitbart generates to much action for the Mercer's to completely wash their hands of it. Oversight of the operation may be left to intermediaries ("beneficial owners") or other close friends whose loyalties to the Trump family remain reliable. What's Anthony "Tony Shade" Scaramucci doing these days?

“This life of ours, this is a wonderful life. If you can get through life like this and get away with it, hey, that’s great. But its very, very unpredictable. There’s so many ways you can screw it up.”
- Paul "Big Paulie" Castellano


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Related WC Links:

1/04/2018 - War for Control of GOP Rackets
~ ...if I were Sloppy Steve I'd stay away from Umberto's Clam House...

1/08/2018 - Sloppy Steve Bannon Comes Out From Under His Mattress
~ Pensively awaiting word on what's to be done with him, or to him...

8/19/2017 - Stephen Bannon Declares War on Everything
~ Bannon kind of reminds me of Roberto Farinacci the deranged Italian fascist local squadrismo (Blackshirt) leader who lost his right hand while fishing with a grenade.

Sloppy Steve Bannon Comes Out From Under His Mattress

Trump family capo "Sloppy Steve" Bannon (when not watching TV with other Breitbart crew members) is reportedly laying low (presumably on, or under, a mattress) in the attic of his Breitbart Social Club in Washington D.C.. Pensively awaiting word on what's to be done with him, or to him, for his alleged role in an apparent attempted media hit-job on Trump family boss Don "Pussy Fingers" Trump.

Bannon, who may not have denied emphatically enough accusations that he betrayed sensitive Trump family confidences to media infiltrator Michael Wolff, has been laying low since revelations about the secretive inner circle of the Trump organization became public last week.

Bannon, considered a family ultra-nationalist, was especially critical of Don Trump's son Don Junior (aka: Donny "No-chin" or Donny "Egg") for his outreach and collusion with foreign Russian "associates". Outreach that capo Bannon allegedly characterized as "treasonous".

Bannon has since denied he was speaking about Don Jr. when speaking of treason, and was, rather, referring to Paul "Paulie Laundry" Manafort the Trump family capo pinched for his reported connections to friends and associates of Trump family shadow boss Vladamir "Possum Face" Putin.

Regardless of who exactly Bannon claims to have been referring to even the impression one might be boot-stomping the boss's son on the carpet in front of an outsider like Wolff is a serious breach of the family's code of conduct. To add insult to injury Bannon - clearly jacked up following his reported assault on the "Egg" - decided to persist with the flogging by offering to Mr. Wolff his unreserved opinion that Don Trump's daughter Ivanka (aka: "Ivanka the Terrible") is "dumb as a brick".

Consequently, this pronouncement from Bannon may have earned her the nickname "Gold Brick" among some members of the borgata (who will understandably prefer to remain anonymous).

A swipe which isn't going to sit well with the dumb brick's daddy who not only considers himself an unassailable monolithic genius by any mortal standard but also considers his daughter a manifest counterpart to the legacy of no-less than Queen Boudica. For the Don daughter Ivanka could have driven the Roman legions from Camulodunum wearing a pair of Kate Spade Santarosa pumps while riding into battle astride an enormous plush bunny rabbit from FAO Schwartz. This flower of strength will forever forge ahead.

All of this might bring to mind the old saying "what the fuck is going on here". But hang in there; it all makes sense if you follow the giant bunny rabbit down the giant bunny rabbit hole that is the Trump family organization.

Now did'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller?
He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?

Breitbart Social Club in D.C.

Back at the Breitbart Social Club Bobby Darin is singing about the menacing nature of sharks and Rebekah "Becky Cookies" Mercer turns up the volume on the portable CD player.

She's been making it abundantly clear to Sloppy Steve that her daddy owns a very large boat - about 75 million large - and this large boat is uniquely suited to traversing large expanses of very remote ocean waters. Very deep remote ocean waters where, if someone were not very careful, and someone were instead excessively reckless, that someone could easily be swept away by very deep and powerful currents. Swept away "somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for ___." If ya get my drift.

You know when that shark bites
With his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows
Start to spread
Fancy gloves, though
Wears ol' Macheath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of red

These inspiring little sea shanties more than likely impressed upon Sloppy Steve (an old Navy man himself and no stranger to the big water) the importance of clarity of language and the power of metaphor and therefore helped procure the following clarification from the now repentant capo:

"My comments were aimed at Paul Manafort, a seasoned campaign professional with experience and knowledge of how the Russians operate. He should have known they are duplicitous, cunning and not our friends. To reiterate, those comments were not aimed at Don Jr."

Of course. Fortunately for Bannon his co-caposcemo "Paulie Laundry" has other more pressing problems to occupy his time and most likely won't be available for retort since he seems to have gambled away any comeback cash he had left in his cache on a failed long shot influence peddling caper involving a Ukrainian bag-man and the editorial pages of selected media marks.

Paulie Laundry (R) with bag-man Konstantin Kilimnik

Bannon may have bought himself a pass for now but he'll no doubt be taxed for his disrespectful behavior for a while to come. What becomes of the Breitbart Social Club remains to be seen as well although I'd bet the Mercer bakery keeps the cannoli coming as long as Sloppy Steve promises to stop feeding them to his own mutinous ambitions. (There is nothing sadder than a sloppy fat man eating alone in bed.)

PHOTO: (at left) Trump family social media muscle, and former golf caddy to the boss, Dan "Stick Boy" Scavino (wanted for violations of the Hatch Act) with Rebekah "Becky Cookies" Mercer (right) -- (top center) Scruffy Steve Bannon in happier times. -- (also pictured) "Untouchable" Hope Hicks (back left) and Kellyanne "Nails" Conway (front center)

Additionally, Mr. Bannon must agree to stop wearing two or three collared shirts at a time under a sport coat and buy himself a nice quiet respectable necktie. Or one will be provided for him. And it won't be the kind that looks handsome in all the pictures. Cah-peesh?

Trump and Lindsey Graham Go For A Walk

Trump and Graham having a conversation on the golf course. Transcript of conversation below:


TRUMP: Lindsey, I like you. You're a great guy. Believe me, I think you're wonderful.

GRAHAM: I think you once called me a zero and a nut job and...

TRUMP: Listen to me Lindsey. Listen. Friends of mine - people - people I know tell me things, things about people, people like you. Friends from Miami Beach, or Palm Beach, or Brighton Beach, or some beach somewhere... it doesn't matter where the beach is. These people, and I know people, they tell me they found something of yours...

GRAHAM: What? What kind of thing did...

TRUMP: Excuse me, things. Things of yours. Things on the beach. Photo things. Photos of you. They said they came from the clouds - whatever that means.

GRAHAM: The clouds? You mean IT cloud, networking...

TRUMP: Excuse me. Excuse me. Yeah, the cloud. In the cloud. Whatever IT is. Photos of you, in the cloud. Or something. And I was just wondering if you might have some idea or suggestion as to what should be done with these things that dropped out of the cloud and right onto the beach in front of my friends. Where they picked them up and put them in their pockets like precious little sea shells.

GRAHAM: Uhmm, I see. Were any of these friends named...

TRUMP: Excuse me. I don't know who they are, they're just people. People with funny names like Boils and Shovelhead and The White Sturgeon. And Shovelhead had a picture of YOU wearing a pair of leather underpants and holding a frilly parasol and...

GRAHAM: Oh, jesus.

TRUMP: I especially like the one where you're on your hands and knees licking a cake and there's some guy dressed like a confederate cavalry officer poking at you with a...

GRAHAM: Oh please stop, please! Please, what do you want me...

TRUMP: Shut up. Stop crying. I told you I like you. Although that stuff in the picture with the barbie doll was pretty weird. I still like you. I'm sorry I said you were one of the dumbest human beings I’d ever seen. And this is your chance to prove you aren't.

GRAHAM: But that's not really...

TRUMP: Close enough for radio!

GRAHAM: Are you trying to tell me...

TRUMP: Excuse me. I'll bet it was a hell of a party too. I haven't been to a party like that since Roy died. What's Fire Island like these days anyway? Nevermind... what I'm telling you is you can have these things we have, I mean I have, I mean they have, I mean there are more. Plenty more where these came from - so...

GRAHAM: What do you want me... I can't...

TRUMP: Lindsey, get a hold of yourself, listen to me. All I want you to do is get that fucking English spook off of me and my kids. What's his name, Remington Steele...

GRAHAM: Christopher Steele...

TRUMP: Yeah, that one, Christopher Steele, the dossier guy. Make it all go away. Make it all go away and I'll make sure you're the president in 2020. Don't worry about Pence either. I'll make sure that dud won't bother you. He's a fraud. Did you know that he spent nearly fifteen large in campaign money buying Franklin Mint Life of Christ collector plates...

GRAHAM: Uh, no I didn't... Donald, what you are asking me...

TRUMP: I'm not asking, I'm telling. Do it! Make sure that yokel Grassley stays on board too. He's a part of that deep state religious cult out in Arlington that throws the National Prayer Breakfast shindig every year. Tell him he can hold it at Trump International in D.C. from now on - he can have the Presidential Ballroom! - and I'll comp the whole god damned thing until Jesus Christ himself marches up Pennsylvania Ave leading Jack Pershing's US Army Band Trumpet Ensemble if he just makes that fuckin' dossier stop doing whatever it's fuckin' doing!

GRAHAM: Sir? Are you sure I will be president? I mean...

TRUMP: Believe me. I'm sure. I've never been so sure. I know I once said that you couldn't get elected dog catcher in South Carolina but who would want to be a dog catcher in the first place? Not you. I know the best people when I see 'em and you've got that presidential sparkle. Believe me. You'll be the second best president in history. It'll be like me #1, you #2, and John C. Calhoun #3. Can I count on you? Lindsey! Swear to me I can count on you.

GRAHAM: Yes sir, Mr. President, you have my word, you can count on me.

TRUMP: Good job. You're a great guy Lindsey. Take your sea shells and finish your putt. Drop that bad boy down the drain and we'll get out of here.

Mine's a gimme so I'll wait in the cart.

GRAHAM: Thank you sir.



BONUS TRACK:Ivanka Trump whacks a golf ball while wearing high heels.

War for Control of GOP Rackets!

UPDATE

Rebekah "Becky Cookies" Mercer, daughter of Robert "Bobby Wallet"* Mercer, boss of the Mercer family, told the Washington Post that the Mercer family no longer has anything to do with Steve Bannon.

* The Mercer Family is often referred to as "The Wallet"

"My family and I, we doan know 'bout this Bannon guy no more. Not in many months anyway. My family, we like to help people out. But this guy? This frickin' guy. He's a degenerate gambler. He reaches out a while back and we try to help him out - he thinks he's a big earner, see - and he goes and puts all his money on some broke down nutso hillbilly gimp horse in Alabama and looses both his fuckin' shirts. Pazzo! The stupid bastard. And now we find out he's been sharing a table with some stranger and running his mouth... he's got a beef with this guy, gotta beef with that guy... who knows what else he's telling people. So do we support this gavone? What do you think?"

Despite these claims the Mercer's remain tied financially to the Bannon faction due to their interest in the Breitbart Social Club (Bannon holds onto a leadership chair at Breitbart) which the Mercer's are, or were, at one time, co-owners. The Mercer's deny any ownership role. Regardless both Bannon and Mercer share a common interest in the family's Alt-Right protection rackets operating within the GOP and often coordinated through Breitbart.

Rumor is a Mercer sit down will decide what to do about the "Bannon problem".  So if I were Sloppy Steve I'd stay away from Umberto's Clam House at four in the morning.

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Short List of TRUMP MOB PLAYERS to watch

BOSSES

BOSS: Donald J. Trump / "The Blowfish" - "Donny Two Scoops" - "Pussy Fingers"

UNDERBOSS: Mike Pence / "White Rabbit" - "Mikey Dormouse" - "The Apprentice"

CONSIGLIERI: Jared Kushner / "The In-Law" - "The International Jew" (status uncertain following ill advised hit attempt on FBI director)

STREET BOSS: John Kelly / "Lost Cause" - "Mr. Fix-it" - "The Gatekeeper" - "Headsman"

SHADOW BOSS: Vladimir Putin / "Uncle Koba" - "The Volunteer" - "The Raven" - "Puppet Master" - "Possum Face"

CAPOS

Paul Manafort / "Paulie Laundry" (currently under indictment)

Stephen Bannon / "Stevie Undershirts" - "Stevie 2 Shirts" - "Bam Bam" - "Sloppy Steve" (rogue capo Breitbart faction)

Michael T. Flynn (Sr.) / "The Turk" - "The Abductor" - "Misha" (inactive / protected witness / awaiting sentencing)

Jeff Sessions / "Dixie Cup" - "The Imp" - "The Varmint"

Reince Priebus / "Scitzo" - "The Bug" (inactive / status undetermined)

Ivanka Trump /  "The Corpse Bride" - "Ivanka the Terrible" - "Gold Brick"

Hope Hicks /  "Untouchable" - "Sugardaughter"

SOLDIERS

Michael G. Flynn (Jr) - "Little Misha" - "Little Flynn" (son of Mike Flynn Sr. / under investigation / expected immunity)

Donald Trump Jr. - "Baby Don" - "Donny Egg" - "Donny No-chin"

Devin Nunes - "Houseplant"

George Papadopoulos -  "Coffee Boy" - "Spurious George" (awaiting sentencing / protected witness)

Anthony Scaramucci - "The Ant" - "Tony Lips" - "Tony Shade" (former Trump family Messaggero)

Sebastian Gorka - "Luka" - "The Hunkie" - "Cabbage Breath" - "Sour Kraut" (Bannon alt-right crew)

Keith Schiller - "Lurch"  (former Trump Sr. bodyguard/security director.)

Stephen Miller - "Pee Wee" - "Slithering Steve" (status: possible advancement following assault on cable television news host)

ASSOCIATED (of interest)

Roger Stone - "Tricky Dick" - "Jolly Roger" - "Zippy" (for his resemblance to the comic book character Zippy the Pinhead)

Julian Assange - "Pigeon" or "Pigeon Coop" - "Mr. October" - "The Ass Hole" and "Massange Parlor" (references to the Ecuadorian embassy in London where Assange resides)

Bijan Kian - "The Bald Persian" / (Flynn Sr.'s business partner)

Rick Gates - "Bloc Party" / Manafort lieutenant and business partner (indicted)

WANNABE

Carter Page - "Gabby"

HISTORICAL NOTE

Roy Cohn - Post mortem paragon and old clubbing buddy of  Don Trump. A former member of the John Birch Society. Defended Gambino crew members John Gotti and Angelo Ruggiero against murder charges in 1973.

Stephen Bannon Declares War on Everything

Stephen Bannon reportedly fled the White House for the safety of Robert Mercer's Kehlsteinhaus. What is that? Think of it as some kind of shadowy secretive elite wingnut DEEP STATE hidey-hole lodge administered by Breitbart-dot-com sugar daddy Robert "deep pockets" Mercer and his daughter Rebekah (who was also a member of Trump's transition team executive committee).

According to Newsmax landlord Christopher Ruddy Rebekah Mercer is "the First Lady of the alt-right". She's the Bride of Pepe. See The Reclusive Hedge Fund Tycoon Behind the Trump Presidency; How Robert Mercer exploited America's populist insurgency, by Jane Mayer; New Yorker magazine, March, 2017. HERE

Being the Bride of Pepe comes with its own rewards and responsibilities and "Bekah" apparently lobbied on behalf of the Bannon, to spare him from White House Chief of Staff John Kelly's swamp axe, but to no avail. Sad.

But not so sad too! Because the Bride of Pepe comes with a substantial dowry which Pepe will undoubtedly hand over to Bannon as tribute as soon as Bannon returns to Hollywood. The freak show must go on afterall and a dumb looking cartoon frog with the emotional constitution of a fifteen year old Nazi crank whore won't get in the way of experienced blockleiters like Steve Bannon and Bekah Mercer. No siree. So don't get cute with the Wingnut Deep State elite, frog clown, or your well endowed bride will strangle you in your deep sleep with your own tongue.

I think it's safe to say that by now the dirty Bannon has returned to his old roosting cavity at Breitbart where he can continue to perfect, if Smoochie Scaramucci can be believed, the tantric art of auto fellatio. And, should all go as envisaged, in time, become one with the Godhead thus thrusting himself onto the mystical stage of the traditional uranic Superman. Or something.

Something we are told to do with bellowing about snooty elites and globalists (except for the globalist elites who give him lots of money) or whatever it is that keeps him up tossing and turning on his bed of straw every night. In any case he'll be back at Breitbart waging populist jihad in no time. As of this writing it is being reported that he has already arrived. Plucked from the swamp and dropped back into his old fighting chair. As if someone had fished a fat natterjack bufo toad from the wetlands of the Potomac and flung it back into the old mucky bucket of sludge it hopped out of in the first place.

Speaking of fishing: Bannon kind of reminds me of Roberto Farinacci the deranged Italian fascist local squadrismo (Blackshirt) leader who lost his right hand while fishing with a grenade. The kind of fishing trip only an Italian Futurist (or maybe Ted Nugent) could appreciate.

Farnacci thought Mussolini was to much of a squish and posed a challenge to the Duce's leadership of the Fascist Party in the mid 1920s when Mussolini decided to concentrate his power by folding the unruly local Fascist Blackshirt squads into the National Militia.

By now there was a widespread opinion that the only way to have a "moderate" Fascism, envisaged as an alternative to the extremism of men like Farinacci and the ras, was to place power entirely in Mussolini's hands and follow on behind - wherever his impulses and decisions and extravagant behavior led. ~ (Il Duce and his Women; Mussolini's Rise to Power, by Roberto Olla)

Note: A ras being a high ranking member of the National Fascist Party as well as a local province leader. Farinacci was the ras of Cremona.

And where do you think Donald Trump's impulses and extravagant behavior might lead now? Who knows. Maybe he'll hire Joseph Farah as Chief Strategist. Is he available or is he still in Hawaii looking for Obama's birth certificate? Is Pat Buchanan looking for work? Is Pat Buchanan still alive? What about Frederick Douglas? Is he looking for more recognition? Someone get this golf cart out of the weeds!

"The Trump presidency that we fought for, and won, is over." - Stephen Bannon

What he means is that the Steve Bannon presidency is over. The Trump presidency, whatever that is, will now emerge from the twisted steaming wreckage that it has become and stumble dumbstruck and half-ass backwards right into the path of a speeding tractor trailer... driven by Steve Bannon.

Donald Trump's Pershing Problem

Donald Trump speaking to an audience in North Charleston, South Carolina, February 2016:

"He [Pershing] took 50 bullets, and he dipped them in pigs’ blood. And he had his men load his rifles, and he lined up the 50 people, and they shot 49 of those people. And the 50th person, he said: 'You go back to your people, and you tell them what happened.' And for 25 years, there wasn’t a problem. OK? Twenty-five years, there wasn’t a problem,"

I don't know where Trump got this story - maybe he got it from one of the traveling meme salesmen who like to visit him at the golf course or his parapet in Manhattan - I dunno. It doesn't really matter. The story is bunk regardless. An example of fake history.

What follows is an account of the incident, which Trump misrepresents, excerpted from Black Jack Pershing, by Richard O'Connor; Doubleday & Company, NY, 1961.

[Pages 62 - 63]

Despite all his diplomacy and hospitality, a number of sultans in the lake region refused to come in and parley with Pershing. The sultans of Maciu, of Bacolod, of Bayabao, and of Calabui, and the lesser datus and panglimas who sympathized with them, now saw quite clearly that their authority over the tribes would be sharply reduced if they submitted to the Sultan of Camp Vicars. They had no intention of sharing their ancient powers with an American officer. It was time to discourage his attempts to pacify the lake country.

He was not easily dissuaded that peaceful methods would work and even used what must have seemed like white witchcraft to impress the natives. A number of Moro chiefs, on the verge of warring among themselves, were summoned to a peace conference but balked at signing a treaty. Pershing ordered his aides to bring in an Edison "talking machine," which had just been developed and put on the market back in the States. Helen Gould, the daughter of financier Jay Gould, had purchased ten of the machines and presented them to the Army for recreational purposes. One of these had been sent to the Philippines and was passed along, by coastal steamer and pack train, to Camp Vicars.

Pershing played a musical selection, which only bored the Moros, who regarded tjieir own gong, cymbal, and bamboo flute music as superior. Then he put a cylinder titled "A Day at the Farm" on the machine. The sounds of an American barnyard delighted his guests, but they still refused to sign the treaty.

Pershing nodded to another officer, and a moment later two order- lies appeared. One carried a dead pig, the other a bucket of pig's blood. More than anything else, the Moros feared contamination by a pig, which would bar them from the Mohammedan heaven. Pershing scooped up a dipper of the blood, enough to spatter the whole assemblage, then pointed to the treaty. There was no further argument from the chiefs. One by one they stepped forward and agreed to the treaty.

These various techniques, friendly and forcible, proved their value in the hard campaigning ahead. Pershing had only 700 men under his command and could have been wiped out in the coming year of marching and fighting if the thousands of Malanaos in the lake districts decided to rise up against him.

Apparently this did not completely solve the problem of Moro attacks against Pershing and his men and so, on pages 68-69, we read this:

Accompanied by an escort of infantry and a battery of artillery, Pershing smilingly presented himself at the Sultan of Bayan's craggy headquarters. Since there was no gate in the fort, he and his companions had to climb over the walls on ladders. Once there, he raised the United States flag over the fort and fired a twenty-one gun salute. The Moros were especially impressed with the booming artillery, as Pershing had intended. The sultan, no less impressed, asked Pershing to become the adopted father of his wife. Pershing also adopted four children of the tribe, one of whom he described as "a bright, clean little fellow who has the airs of a Prince of Wales."

Before the visit ended, the sultan and his court decided that an unprecedented honor should be conferred upon Pershing. He was to be consecrated a datu "by the law and rites of the Koran," making him a tribal chieftain, blood relative, and counselor of the Moros of Bayan. Never before and never again would a Christian be made a Moslem prince. With a grave, Moro-like dignity, he submitted himself to the consecration ceremony, possibly wondering what his old Sundayschool teacher in Laclede would have thought of him in that heathen circle.

Pershing, as one of his officers observed, "unflinchingly returned the embrace and kiss on each cheek of the Datu Sadji," even though the datu "had a thick black beard and chewed betel nut . . . and some of the juice thereof had trickled into his beard." There were no comic overtones, however, in Pershing's own account of the Moslem ceremony:

"Each sultan and datu, with his prominent followers in his rear, sat on his heels, the whole forming a circle. The sacred Koran was placed on a mat of native fiber in the center of this circle, guarded by an aged Mohammedan priest, gorgeous in trousers of all colors and a yellow silk upper garment, over whose head a slave held a beautiful silk sunshade. Silver boxes, beautifully engraved, containing betel nut were passed around the circle and then the speechmaking began, each chief in turn giving his opinion. ... At the conclusion, all the rulers
and myself, placing our hands upon the Koran, registered a vow of eternal friendship, allegiance to the United States, and agreed upon a cessation of warfare against each other."

On his return to Camp Vicars, Pershing was so exhilarated by his bloodless victory at Bayan, and more especially by his new rank of datu, that he wrote of his many Moro friendships, "If I should say: 'Go and kill this man or that,' the next day they would appear in camp with his head." From the Manila Times he clipped an editorial praising him for "having won the submission of Bayan through diplomacy" and having acquired a "distinction never before enjoyed by an American."

Well that's a lot different than the story Donald tells isn't it?

On pages 93 and 94 O'Connor's describes an alternative plan of action offered to Pershing with respect to the Moros. A method Pershing rejected in favor of the more diplomatic approach.

General Bliss, commanding the Philippine Division, suggested to Pershing on May 23, 1911, that he adopt the methods used by the British in India to deal with Mohammedan fanaticism. Juramentados, Bliss recommended, should be buried with the carcass of a pig or encased in a pigskin, which meant to any Mohammedan that he would spend eternity in a state of contamination. "This I think a good plan, for if anything will discourage the juramentado it is the prospect of going to hell instead of heaven," Bliss wrote. He recognized that there
might be an outcry of protest from humanitarians over such a measure, but "you can rely on me to stand by you in maintaining this custom. It is the only possible thing we can do to discourage crazy fanatics."

Pershing, however, realized that General Bliss's suggestion, while ingenious, might arouse an enduring bitterness among the whole Moro population. The British in India, for all their condign punishments, including the practice of shooting natives out of cannon, had never managed to rule except by the exercise of force, and he was intent on conciliating the Moros to the extent that they could soon be handed over to civilian administrators.

His approach was paternalistic and would probably have seemed to verge on the maudlin to any proper British colonial officer. It was exemplified by a letter he wrote the Moros of the Taglibi district on Jolo: "I am writing this letter that you may know that I want my children to come in and stop fighting. We do not want any more fighting. Too many Moros and their women may be killed. . . . These guns are not worth fighting for. . . . Your people are better off not to have these guns as we can then have peace in the island. The government will pay for all guns. ... If your people need rice to eat, the government will give it to them. . . . I want to see all of my people and speak to them so that we may forever be friends."

The letter was one of several he collected years later for the memoir of his early career that was never published. "This letter," he later wrote on the top of it, "might be interesting to quote to show simplicity required."

Chicago Tribune, August 31, 1927:

ENTER: BLACK JACK

It was into such a situation as [unreadable] then, that Gen. Pershing, then known to the army as "Black Jack" Pershing stepped when he was sent down to subdue the Moros. The story of how he stopped the Juramentados from running amuck [sic], with knives strapped to their hands, and killing as many Christians as possible before they themselves were slain, is well known.

For each Christian they killed they believed they received higher rewards in the after life. By the same token they thought that if they ever were sprinkled with pig's blood they were doomed forever to their own particular hell. With much ceremony Pershing sprinkled some with pig's blood and let them go. Then he announced that any Juramentado thereafter would be sprinkled with pig's blood. And those drops of porcine gore proved more powerful than bullets.

Donald J. Trump should follow his own advice and study what General Pershing of the United States did before he starts jabbering about what he didn't do.

Simplicity provided: the complete text of Black Jack Pershing, by Richard O'Connor can be found at Archive.org - HERE

It's Steve Bannon's Kali Yuga And We Just Live In It.

Greetings, and welcome to Steve Bannon's Hotel Vamachara.

C'mon in. Follow me and I'll show you around. From here you can escape every condition of malaise, despair, moral degeneracy and corruption that you could ever wish for.

We are now standing in the Great Atrium of Neo-Fascism and if you look up you will see a replica of Immelmann II, the Junkers Ju 52 airplane featured in Leni Riefenstahl's Triumph of the Will, so don't try telling me Hitler was an anti-semite; he palled around with a Ju! Hahaha... just a little politically incorrect humor. We like to kid here, ok, so, moving along...

This, as you may have surmised, is the Grand Ballroom or The Volkshalle where traditionalist ceremonies are held including our annual Oswald Spengler Decline of the West New Year's Eve Ball. On the floor you can observe the inlaid marble tile replica of the Wewelsburg Castle sun wheel and the paintings on the wall you may recognize as well; this one is our favorite and was created by Italian Futurist painter Carlo Carra and is titled Steve Riding a Tiger Among the Ruins. Yes, it's true, many people think that Carlo died in 1966 but he didn't. He is alive and well and living happily in Helgafjell.

Of course you will recognize this portrait of President Donald J. Trump seated behind the wheel of Golf Cart One while giving his trademark finger mudra salute. The painting was donated to the Hotel by an anonymous charitable foundation soon after his inauguration in January. And right here, on this spot in this ballroom, is where, on New Year's Eve, President-elect Trump reached over and seized one time vice presidential candidate for the American Freedom Party, Virginia Abernethy, by the snatch! She was so honored she fainted straight away. Look, right here, that's where she landed. Anyway...

Let's step outside onto the Grand Ballroom balcony. This way, through the white linen wind swept drapes fluttering in the breeze. Here we have a beautiful view of the sea, the most beautiful view of the sea that you will ever see, including the pure golden white sands of Breitbart Beach. The sand itself was imported from Sabaudia, Italy where Benito Mussolini had the swampy marshes of Pontine drained in the 1930s.

And moored right over there, next to Bob Mercer's Sea Owl yacht, is our own flagship charter boat the Black Flame which was originally owned by Benito Mussolini. If you'd like to spend the day on the water please feel free to make reservations to join Captain John Tanton and crew for an exciting historical voyage to the Island of Angry White Nativism where you will be allowed to scour the dunes in search of lost Confederate treasure, expel an undocumented Mexican family from a rock jetty, or set fire to a Vietnamese immigrant's fishing boat.

Of course the Hotel has many other amenities for your enjoyment as well. There is the Tea Party Coffee Shop. There is Richard Spencer's Fashy Cuts Styling Salon and the Fat Shaming Fitness Studio. There is the National Chauvinist Bar and Grill where our famous French Chef Pierre Biétry will prepare you a delicious lunch of seared fresh Yellow Socialist Tuna. Or, if you're feeling thirsty, stop in at the Third Positionist Cabaret & Lounge for a drink or two or three. The lounge offers the full selection of Duck Commander / Robertson Family Wines as well as an exceptional sandwich menu which includes a guest favorite the Christian Mobilizer. Which is a half a pound of slow cooked pork loin wrapped in two strips of bacon, topped with a slice of smoked fly-over country ham and white sugar glazed Walla Walla onions all served on a fresh baked Kaiser roll. Guaranteed to repel Muslims! And served with a side order of Alain de Benoist Freedom Fries. Tonight's entertainment will feature stand up comedian Ann Coulter and investigative journalist Alex Jones who will read from the works of Eustace Mullins and Ezra Pound.

Perhaps, instead, you'd enjoy some Power Yoga by the Tantric Pool or a brisk morning goose step through the Garden of Left-Hand Paths stopping beside the Fountain of Nationalist Heroes to watch the Pepe frogs smugly frolicking among the lilies. Or maybe you'd like to visit our Dark Enlightenment Bookstore and Gift Shop located just off the Great Atrium. Everything in our shop is hand made on the premises by our own fully accredited 100% European-American craft folk. Pick up a Make America Great Again hat or one of our rustic hand tied fasces with protruding axe head. Makes a lovely decorative addition to any seasonal feast or holy day celebration or simply as a casual conversation starter. We happily accept gold bars and coins including Krugerrands; especially those minted before 1990.

And in the evenings you are always invited to our National Socialist Beach Party which features a torchlight conga line, dancing under the stars and bars, or just relaxing around a blazing bonfire of late twentieth century feminist literature.

And of course there is your lodging. Our Master Race Suite with a stunning west facing view of The Sovereign Citizen Homeland includes a full array of complimentary amenities including white terrycloth bathrobes with hoods (great for drying your hair) and, for those rainy afternoons, free movies which include Birth of a Nation, Passion of the Christ, Fritz Hippler's 1940 film The Eternal Jew, and Dinesh D'Souza's timeless classic Hillary's America. Oh yes, there's more: if you order from our room service menu any time during your stay we will reward you with 100 bonus points toward your purchase of ammunition at our NRA accredited bunker grotto shooting range located beneath the hotel.

So, if you need anything at all please feel free to contact the concierge desk by dialing Alt-Right and ask for Licio. Because, here at the Hotel Vamachara, Tomorrow Belongs To You!

Il Donald, Il Duce - Action, Aesthetics, and Invention

Excerpted text below from The Anatomy of Fascism by Robert O. Paxton.

If asked what manner of beast fascism is, most people would answer, without hesitation, "fascism is an ideology." The fascist leaders themselves never stopped saying that they were prophets of an idea, unlike the materialist liberals and socialists.

[...]

Fascism, by contrast, was a new invention created afresh for the era of mass politics. It sought to appeal mainly to the emotions by the use of ritual, carefully stage-managed ceremonies, and intensely charged rhetoric. The role programs and doctrine play in it is, on closer inspection, fundamentally unlike the role they play in conservatism, liberalism, and socialism. Fascism does not rest explicitly upon an elaborated philosophical system, but rather upon popular feelings about master races, their unjust lot, and their rightful predominance over inferior peoples. It has not been given intellectual underpinnings by any system builder, like Marx, or by any major critical intelligence, like Mill, Burke, or Tocqueville.

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Trump:

“My Twitter has become so powerful that I can actually make my enemies tell the truth.”

Paxton continued:

In a way utterly unlike the classical "isms," the rightness of fascism does not depend on the truth of any of the propositions advanced in its name. Fascism is "true" insofar as it helps fulfill the destiny of a chosen race or people or blood, locked with other peoples in a Darwinian struggle, and not in the light of some abstract and universal reason. The first fascists were entirely frank about this.

We [Fascists] don't think ideology is a problem that is resolved in such a way that truth is seated on a throne. But, in that case, does fighting for an ideology mean fighting for mere appearance? No doubt, unless one considers it according to its unique and efficacious psychological-historical value. The truth of an ideology lies in its capacity to set in motion our capacity for ideals and action. Its truth is absolute insofar as, living within us, it suffices to exhaust those capacities.

The truth was whatever permitted the fascist man (and woman) to dominate others, and whatever made the chosen people triumph.

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Trump:

“An ‘extremely credible source’ has called my office and told me that Barack Obama’s birth certificate is a fraud”

"I watched when the World Trade Center came tumbling down. And I watched in Jersey City, New Jersey, where thousands and thousands of people were cheering as that building was coming down. Thousands of people were cheering."

“If you look at for instance where I said the thousands of Muslims were cheering. It turned out to be true.”

“The only quote that matters is a quote from me!”

Paxton:

Fascism rested not upon the truth of its doctrine but upon the leader's mystical union with the historic destiny of his people, a notion related to romanticist ideas of national historic flowering and of individual artistic or spiritual genius, though fascism otherwise denied romanticism's exaltation of unfettered personal creativity. The fascist leader wanted to bring his people into a higher realm of politics that they would experience sensually: the warmth of belonging to a new race now fully aware of its identity, historic destiny, and power; the excitement of participating in a vast collective enterprise; the gratification of submerging oneself in a wave of shared feelings, and of sacrificing one's petty concerns for the group's good; and the dull thrill of domination. Fascism's deliberate replacement of reasoned debate with immediate sensual experience transformed politics, as the exiled German cultural critic Walter Benjamin was first to point out, into aesthetics. And the ultimate fascist aesthetic experience, Benjamin warned in 1936, was war.

Fascist leaders made no secret of having no programs. Mussolini exulted in that absence. "The Fasci di Combattimento," Mussolini wrote in the "Postulates of the Fascist Program" of May 1920, "... do not feel tied to any particular doctrinal form." A few months before he became prime minister of Italy, he replied truculently to a critic who demanded to know what his program was: "The democrats of Il Mondo want to know our program? It is to break the bones of the democrats of Il Mondo. And the sooner the better." "The fist," asserted a fascist militant in 1920, "is the synthesis of our theory." Mussolini liked to declare that he himself was the definition of Fascism. The will and leadership of a Duce was what a modern people needed, not a doctrine. Only in 1932, after he had been in power for ten years, and when he wanted to "normalize" his regime, did Mussolini expound Fascist doctrine, in an article (partly ghostwritten by the philosopher Giovanni Gentile) for the new Enciclopedia Italiana. Power came first, then doctrine. Hannah Arendt observed that Mussolini "was probably the first party leader who consciously rejected a formal program and replaced it with inspired leadership and action alone."

Sound like anyone you know?

Trump:

'The @WSJ Wall Street Journal loves to write badly about me. They better be careful or I will unleash big time on them' (Oct 31, 2016 Twitter post)

Note: Il Mondo (The World) was an anti-fascist newspaper in the early to mid 1920s founded by an Italian politician and activist named Giovanni Amendola. Amendola died in 1926 after being beaten by fascist Blackshirts.

Birth of a Swamp

The Trump Clan Swamp Project is apparently stuck in its own muck these days. Garden State Bridge Troll Chris Christie - and his team of transition booth toll attendants - who had been assigned the task of bridging the great span between now and January 20th has been handed his traffic cone and sent back to Dumbthwacket in his overalls.

Jared Kushner, president-elect (with asterisk) Pussygrabber's son-in-law, has been reasigned the task of transitioning The Brand from Fifth Avenue to Pennsylvania Avenue and as of this writing the project appears to be (if reporting is accurate) in the risk matrix assesment stage.

Estimating the potential trauma caused by the Christie bridge collapse (anything from negligible to catastropic) is difficult to ascertain at this time given the conflicting communications coming not only from the Trump Collaborative control tower in Midtown Manhattan but from panicked onlookers and assistants close to the scene. .

Newly assigned Bloc Kleagle Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III and a team of salt-of-the-earth experts from The Heartland, led by Vice Regent for National Heraldry, Mike Pence, may be arriving shortly to help restore order; setting up mobile transition triage units that will assist with risk management and assessment needs and evaluate degrees of urgency as they become necessary.

New transition team members as well as spokepersons for The Brand have been dircted to wear new hats that read "So Much Winning You Won't Believe It!" as a means of dispelling any rumors that suggest there isn't as much actual winning taking place as some (((media))) may have you believe.

Official Trump Team Public Relations doormat Kellyanne Conway landed briefly beneath the gold Trump Tower marquee on Fifth Avenue to answer any questions that didn't require any actual answers and to dispell any false rumors that may suggest otherwise. Holding a magic wand - and smiling like a direct-entry midwife updating an anxious waiting room on the progress of the first stages of labor - Kellyanne reassured all those concerned that the new Trump administration would arrive happy, healthy, and gurgling; and right on time with all the normal sized digits exactly where they are supposed to be. Yay. And then she waved the wand in the air before her and fluttered back into Trump Tower like a pigeon returning to its dovecoat.

Trump Verwaltung Strategic Master Plan Anfuhrer, Steven Bannon, could not be reached for comment but sources close to the Family Tower in Midtown indicate that a torchlight parade celebrating the TRUMP ascension to power - and currently scheduled for Thanksgiving Day in New York City - may need to be moved forward (perhaps to Christmas Eve) as a result of continuing chaos, difficulties, uncertainties, concerns, !!!smooth!!! develpments surrounding the ongoing winning, so much winning, transition.

Rudy Giuliani, a senior consigliere to Robert Mercer's P2 Hedge Fund Lodge, and current Lunar Colony visionary Newt Gingrich, both currently awaiting further instruction at a Manhattan steak house, would not speak with reporters about any possible deployments that may be forthcoming from the "Hive of Activity" in Midtown. Both did however re-emphasize the need to remain obiedient and faithful to the Trump Family's abilities to address complex transition tasks in an orderly and professional manner consistent with the Trump Brand's elite global status and reputation for excellence in all matters everywhere at all the times no matter what you might hear from the lying media and other affiliated losers. So there.

Lastly: Newly appointed Chief of Staff Reince Priebus reportedly spent the day transitioning into his new role in the Trump organization, which, according to insiders close to insiders, includes fetching golf balls, rolling over on command, and sitting quietly on a plush double-stacked bolster bed located on the floor in front of the President-elect's favorite TV dinner table.

And that's the way it was; Wednesday, November 16th, 2016

Who is Steve Bannon?

All day long cable news (ie: MSNBC) and radio (ie: NPR) have been struggling mightily with the monumental question: Who is Steve Bannon? As if they were attempting to decipher the contents of the Voynich Manuscript or calculate the exact distance, down to the mile, to the edge of the unobservable universe.

As if figuring this out were some kind of great existential question on the nature of human existence. So, in order to help out the floundering buggers, let us take a tip from Nietzsche and conclude that The Bannon can be explained by an examination of the known actions of The Bannon himself. And therefore, given what we know from The Bannon's stewardship of his own media flagship and the actions (past and present) produced as a consequence of that stewardship - as if observing the turbulence or wake of a black flame as it prods it's way through dark waters - we can arrive at the following conclusion:

Steve Bannon is a middle finger on a hand that tickles the asshole of the Alt-Right sea.
There ya go media. Mystery solved! And, by the way, he's also a neo-fascist. Although a lot of it isn't really all that neo. (FYI)

See: It's Steve Bannon's Kali Yuga And We Just Live In It

Media Motif As Usual

The voters are tired of politics as usual. The voters are tired of the same old politicians. The voters want to drain the swamp. The voters want change. These are some of the common tropes we are treated to by the news media following every election. It's a tired script but every 2-4 years it's pulled from the file of tired tropes and delivered to us as part of the same old media post election narrative. Media motif as usual.

Voters do say these things but for the most part they say these things because, like trained parrots, they have been conditioned over the years to say them. They are repeating the scripted lines they hear on TV or radio or read in dozens of newspaper columns and online postings. Or from politicians like Donald Trump.

How many same old politicians did the voters (tired of politics as usual) throw out of office in 2016? Not many.

Only two Republican US Senate incumbents (those who ran for re-election as opposed to retiring) were deposed. Mark Kirk (R) in Illinois, and Kelly Ayotte (R) in New Hampshire. Both were replaced by Tammy Duckworth (D) in Illinois and Maggie Hassan (D) in New Hampshire.

In the House of Representatives the Republicans lost six incumbent seats to Democrats and the Democrats lost one incumbent seat to a Republican and another to a fellow Democrat.

So, basically, out of 435 seats in the House only eight trouble makers were run outta town. So much for draining that bayou.

In the Senate (with 100 seats) only two incumbents (both Republicans) were heaved back into the wild.

The media wowsers might conclude from this that it was Democrats who did most of the work when it came to pruning the deadwood from the tree of liberty. And not so much the Trumpian revolutionaries who were too busy entertaining us with chants of "drain the swamp" and "Make America Great Again" and "Jew-S-A!, Jew S-A!" to go wading into the quagmire in search of drain holes.

Democrat Chuck Schumer (NY) won reelection easily and will become Minority Speaker in the US Senate replacing retiring Harry Reid. Mitch McConnell (R-KY) will become Majority Speaker in the US Senate. +2 for "The Establishment".

In the House nothing changes. Paul Ryan (R-WI) will remain speaker for the foreseeable future and Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) will remain House Minority Leader if that's what she wants to do. Where are the smashed pumpkins in this picture? Score two more for "The Establishment".

Among the House rank and file only two Republicans that had been in office more than six years (one since 1992 and one since 2002) were defeated and only one Democrat who had been in office since 2000 was defeated.

So, I guess, if by stickin' it to the establishment you mean bumping off John Mica (R-Florida since 1992) and Mike Honda (D California since 2000) - whoever those guys are - is what you mean by blowing up the establishment count me not quite as impressed with the fireworks.

UPDATE: Trump chooses RNC chairman Reince Priebus as Chief of Staff. It doesn't get much more insider establishment than that. The Priebus is to Washington D.C. what a nutria is to a Louisiana wetland.

And lets not forget that Hillary Clinton, arguably the most establishment candidate in politics today, has so far received more votes for president than the guy who is going to get the job. As I write this she is predicted to get at least 1.8 million more votes than the guy who will get the job.

But a lot of this won't occur to most in the media (especially the cable news media) who will keep telling us that the average Trump voter was simply tired of politics as usual and decided to evacuate the premises by booting the loser establishment out the door.

Rather, it would appear, the Trump voter who, we are told, wants more infrastructure jobs (as Donald Trump has promised) decided to return to office the very politicians who have been, for the last eight years, refusing to provide the votes necessary to make those infrastructure jobs possible. How's that for politics as usual.

Finally: Dave Weigel's recent story in the Washington Post profiling some Trump voters in Wisconsin displays a sampling of the kind of bluster and backlash thinking that characterized Trump's march on Rome.

“I’m excited to see him blow the place up. He stands on his own, so he can throw the middle finger up.”

[...]

In interviews on Wednesday, again and again, voters in Kenosha said that they had gotten behind Donald Trump. Often, they had not cast a vote for a Republican presidential nominee before. More often, they said that the past eight years had gone well for them — although, tellingly, the city had been better in the times they dimly remembered.

Perhaps in dim remembrance of the Kenosha AMC auto plant that closed in 1988. And...:

“It was just that ‘Make America Great Again’ turned out to be genius,” said Karen Kempinen, 67, a retired teacher. “That resonated. They didn’t need to think any further than those words.”

Benito Mussolini had Italians convinced he was going to make Italy great again by restoring the nation to the glory days of the Roman Empire. He didn't.

Il Donald / Il Duce - Dear Nationalist Leader, I write to you in need of assistance...

Rewind - back to the Republican National Convention in July, to the speech given by Donald Trump's daughter Ivanka, who said this:

[Ivanka Trump] Over the years, on too many occasions to count, I saw my father tear stories out of the newspaper about people whom he had never met, who were facing some injustice or hardship.

He’d write a note to his assistant, in a signature black felt tip pen, and request that the person be found and invited to Trump Tower to meet with him. He would talk to them and then draw upon his extensive network to find them a job or get them a break. And they would leave his office, as people so often do after having been with Donald Trump, feeling that life could be great again.

After listening to that anecdote I couldn't help thinking that I'd heard something, or read something, just like it before. And then I remembered this:

From historian and author Christopher Duggan's book Fascist Voices; An Intimate History of Mussolini's Italy - Oxford Univ. Press 2013. page 221:

As the writer Corrado Alvaro observed in 1934, much of the extraordinary appeal of Mussolini to the masses lay in a widespread view that he was in some sense omniscient and could intervene to rectify their wrongs in accordance with an 'old ideal of justice'. And even when he was not aware of a specific grievance, it was commonly felt that he would act to remedy it just as soon as it came to his attention. Mussolini assiduously played up to such beliefs. The editor of il Popolo d'Italia recalled how the Duce telephoned him on one occasion after reading in a newspaper of a mother who was living with triplets, seven other children and a sick husband in a single room, telling him to send someone to the poor woman 'immediately' ('because we must not lose time with the usual bureaucratic headaches') with a gift of 3,000 lire in his name. In reporting the charitable gesture in il Popolo d' Italia the next day, the editor was told to emphasise how Mussolini had spotted the story tucked away in a corner of 'one of the many newspapers that he reads and notwithstanding the huge burden of work that he was saddled with'.

[...]

In his 1928 book Mussolini da vicino ('Mussolini close up') the well-known writer Paolo Orano described coming across the Duce surrounded by papers, and being asked for his opinion about an author who had just written to request assistance. Orano confirmed that the man in question had indeed had a hard life and was weighed down with debts, and Mussolini promptly declared that he needed to be 'saved' and wrote out a cheque for 10,000 lire...

Now does any one really believe that Donald Trump, in his penthouse high above Fifth Avenue in New York City, spends his free time hunched over a hand carved gold leaf Louis XV writing desk, littered with newspaper clippings, fretting over the plight of poor mothers with sick husbands or down on their luck authors or the falsely accused or even some unemployed former steelworker from Youngstown, Ohio for that matter. Or whoever it is that, supposedly, may be "facing some injustice or hardship." I don't.

Trump is the guy who frequently won't even pay the people he's contracted to work for him. And I seriously doubt that Trump has ever torn a story out of a newspaper that wasn't, most importantly, about himself.

Something like this: Donald Trump, after reading about Donald Trump's bankruptcy hardships in Atlantic City, decided to help alleviate some of the injustice he encountered by donating a $10,000 painting of himself, to himself, care of a golf course owned by himself. You get the idea. After all, charity begins at home.

We know how Trump operates with respect to charitable giving in the rare instances when he gives anything at all. He uses his Trump Foundation to give away other people's money. Money donated to the Trump Foundation which serves as a slush fund for Donald to draw from to appear the benevolent humanitarian he occasionally pretends to be when there is a camera or a live microphone in front of him. Which reminded me of this below (again from the pages of Duggan's Fascist Voices, pages 241-243 -- bold emphasis mine:

Many of those who appealed to the Duce for financial or other help did so from a belief that he occupied a position of absolute power and also from a sense that he would view supplicants with the kindness of a father and the charity of a man blessed by God. [...]

[...]

After being received in Rome, a letter would normally be forwarded by the Segreteria Particolare to the local prefect, who would check up on the supplicant's political and moral credentials, make sure that genuine hardship was involved, and ascertain if any assistance had already been given. If he advised that the case had merit, then an appropriate sum might be awarded ("The Duce has deigned to concede to you...'). [...]

[...]

The precise sums in question are hard to ascertain, but each year tens of millions of lire were available for the Duce's own personal distribution from the secret funds of ministries, the police, the Bank of Italy and various other sources. [...]

[...]

The impact of Mussolini's personal beneficence on individuals or communities was often considerable, not least because a sense of impovershment might be bound up closely with ideas of inveterate neglect by the state. The files of the Segreteria Particolare are full of letters from grateful recipients eager to capitalise on the feeling of having been singled out with a further communication with the Duce.

[...]

As so often it was the Duce's extraordinary omniscience as much as his generosity that was deemed to be remarkable:

... You, DUCE, though beset by the most pressing work, have seen and have thought even of us. We feel so proud of his gaze, more than if the eyes of all the world had been fixed on us. [Fascist Voices, pages 241-243]

So Mussolini kept a secret slush fund (of other people's money) available to him so that he could dole out charity in his name to those he deemed worthy of his special attention. This gave the impression that needs could be met by the all seeing benevolent leader as opposed to a bumbling entrenched state apparatus. When the faceless public service bureaucracy fails you can turn to an altruistic savior who will personally come to your rescue. So much winning! At least Mussolini appears to have delivered the goods on many occasions. Which is more than you can say for Trump.

Trump loves to say he's going to repeal Obamacare and replace it with "something terrific". I'm sure he's right if you consider the archaic meaning of the word terrific. ie: causing terror.

Therefore, if you need help meeting your health care needs from the Trump administration simply place an ad in an appropriate newspaper or Twitter feed (# SOSRx) describing your plight or hardship. Or send a stamped postcard (include return address written clearly with a black felt tip pen) to the Special Secretariat for Healthcare Needs (attention of Acting Clinician, Joseph Arpaio, Director of Compassionate Outreach for Medical Well-being) and wait to be contacted by someone of suitably terrific significance.

And maybe, if you're an exceptional American, as all real American's are, The Donald himself will read about you in a newspaper clipping or notice your earnest Tweet and send you some drugs to treat your Hepatitis C or your heart condition so life in America will be great again. Sure he will. Mark my word. They'll be so much winning you won't believe it. Ivanka said so.

Small Select Group of Insider Elites Elevate Trump to Presidency

Electoral College establishment hands Trump victory. Clinton on path to winning popular vote.

Newty likes the popular vote idea too! Below is a snip of a letter he wrote in support of the National Popular Vote bill. See entire letter here.

"The National Popular Vote bill would guarantee the Presidency to the candidate who receives the most popular votes in all 50 states and the District of Columbia." www.nationalpopularvote.com/written-explanation

Operation Taproot: Vladimir Putin's Hole-and-Corner Victory Garden

Greetings American People,

Americans weel believe me. Yes? Believe when told their President Obama is a seekrit Mooslim from Keenya. Believe when told Hillary Cleenton eez one who murder many dozens of people. Veence Foster, Ron Brown, even kitty cat that belong to some crazy lady.

Yes, shoor. Yoo Americans, I tell you that if I say Joos operate all media in USA and you should not believe media... you will leesten to me. Oh yes. That is an old one too. I thought we never get second bite of apple with that one. Ha ha. Hat tip to comrade Steve.

I tell you I have very top secret veedeo of Hillary Cleenton in welding helmet and leather apron delivering personally suitcase nuke to secret location inside Iran. Sure, you believe. No problem.

I tell you I have secret weeky leek document to show your Hillary Cleenton entering rehabilitation in Danmark for GHB problem. No problem.

I tell you I have secret transaction record of your Hillary Cleenton ordering lesbian Satanic orgy movie with hotel... how you say, deesko girls? Da? Ah, yes. Disco girls in hotel room. No problem.

I tell your Sean Hannity that president Obama and your senator Warren unfollow Hillary on the Facebook and Hannity believe me. This Hannity - a real mastermind that one. You just can't make this stuff up you know.
See, I tell you so

I know, maybe sound crazy. But don't let that discourage you America.

I say to Mr. Trump to like me on the Facebook. Mr. Trump like me on the Facebook. I say to Mr. Trump he is yarkii and he believes I make great compliment and call him brilliant genius. I tell you, American people, so you believe me too.

But I tell you I cultivate Trump like plump garden морковь and you NO BELIEVE me? Ok then. Have your way.

For now I bid farewell and will look forward to helping more with you when your Mr. Trump eez in your White House.

Very truly yours,

VP

Sean Hannity and The Great Trumpkin

What Sean Hannity will be doing on Halloween night:

What The Great Trumpkin will be doing on Halloween night:

Deplorables: Vote Twice / Talk Like a Nazi

Rote Voting: Trumpoid Arrested for Commiting Voter Fraud

From The Food on a Stick State:

[Huffington Post] "Someone Was Actually Arrested For In-Person Voter Fraud. She’s A Trump Supporter.

Police in Des Moines, Iowa, said Friday that they had arrested Terri Lynn Rote, 55, on suspicion of voting twice in the general election.

Rote, a registered Republican, allegedly submitted ballots at two different early-voting locations in Polk County, Iowa, according to local media reports. She has been charged with first-degree election misconduct, a felony.

“I wasn’t planning on doing it twice. It was a spur of the moment,” Rote told Iowa Public Radio. “The polls are rigged.” She said she feared her first vote for Trump would be changed to a vote for Democratic nominee Hillary Clinton.

[...]

The Polk County auditor said this was the first instance of alleged voter fraud he could remember in 12 years, while the county prosecutor called it one of the few examples he’d seen in his 25 years of work." [ Huffington Post ]

Making America Twice as Great. So much winning.

::~::~::~ Fashy the Frog ~::~::~::

Ugly Foreign Imports / In News From the North Coast comes a popular Cult-Right refraindre:

A pair of the self-claimed billionaire’s backers were caught on video at a campaign rally in Cleveland, Ohio, channeling the Nazi dictator.

One, holding a sign bearing Trump’s slogan, angrily brandished at TV cameras, telling the journalists operating them: “That’s what you are: Lugenpresse.” 

His companion then joined in, shouting the same before adding: “You said it right.”
[ Huffington Post ]

Video of incident: Twitter

International Deplorablism: Via the Washington Post:

The ugly history of ‘Lügenpresse,’ a Nazi slur shouted at a Trump rally - By Rick Noack

BERLIN — When a video of two Donald Trump supporters shouting “Lügenpresse” (lying press) started to circulate Sunday, viewers from Germany soon noted its explosive nature. The defamatory word was most frequently used in Nazi Germany. Today, it is a common slogan among those branded as representing the “ugly Germany”: members of xenophobic, right-wing groups.

Its use across the Atlantic Ocean at a Trump rally has worried Germans who know about its origins all too well. Both the Nazi regime and the East German government made use of it, turning it into an anti-democracy slogan. [ Washington Post ]

The Greatest Generation helped roll back fascism in Europe. Their idiot children and grandchildren are helping Donald Trump bring it back to America.

UPDATE

A Trump humper wearing a "Hillary for prison" t-shirt, who looks a little like Gérard Depardieu, entertained the media pen at a Trump rally in Phoenix, Arizona with chants of JEW-S-A! JEW-S-A! and "We know who you are! You're the enemy!" And accusing the media of  "Working for the Devil".


Watch the JEW-S-A guy performing for the cameras - captured on video - at the links below..

The Hill
the Huffington Post
and NBC News

Nazi era propaganda cartoon (below left). Pages from typewriter read from left to right:

Lie / Denunciation / Bluff / Slander (or Defame) / Twist (or Distort) / False message or False reporting / Meanness (or Vulgarity).

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"And if the Jewish press today believes that it can make veiled threats against the National Socialist movement and if they believe that they can get around our defensive measures they shouldn't keep lying. For one day our patience will reach its end and we'll just shut these Jews insolent lying mouths!" ~ Joseph Goebbels