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Friday, June 5, 2026

SpaceX IPO

I don't trust Elon Musk at all.  He's still a drug-addled Nazi who helped Donald Trump become president in 2024, and his DOGE bullshit helped to cripple our government. My money would be on the 2024 election being stolen, but as far as I know, there is no hard proof. Musk is systematically destroying a large area in deep south Texas with his Starbase bullshit. His launches from Boca Chica are gradually destroying homes on South Padre Island, and he doesn't give a flying fuck about it. I do not believe he really cares about getting to Mars. I do believe he wants to be the richest person on Earth, and god help us if he gets there. 


The Most Manipulative IPO in History
by Daniel Pinchbeck

I have been reviewing the SpaceX IPO and various analyses of their plan, and the findings are deeply unsettling. The SpaceX offering bears little resemblance to a normal company seeking funding to build meaningful, long-term revenue streams. It appears closer to a final extinction burst of post-industrial capitalist machismo, contorting into a reprehensible, inhumane form of techno-fascism with cosmological pretensions. Even The Economist finds a strain of paranoid eschatology embedded in the offering:
"Apocalyptic thinking is the strongest impulse in American capitalism today. Elon Musk… will soon float SpaceX, a rocket company whose professed mission is to avert existential threats to humanity by establishing a colony on Mars. Mr Musk is America’s richest capitalist in part because he is its loudest Cassandra."
The SpaceX IPO is deeply weird, brutally manipulative, and ponderously speculative. I am not a professional business person so what follows is just my opinion, informed by other perspectives I have explored.
One astonishing feature is that Musk has actually induced the NASDAQ exchange to rewrite its own rules to guarantee the SpaceX IPO extracts billions of dollars from millions of retirees and small-scale retail investors and gives it to elite financiers, particularly Musk’s super-wealthy cronies. This has been orchestrated in such a way that there is nothing small investors can do about it. The SpaceX IPO is grift on a Trumpian scale—perhaps even beyond.
As is widely understood, the SpaceX IPO will be the largest public offering in history, seeking up to $80 billion in fresh capital. The company—which partners closely with Musk’s other ventures, such as Tesla—is targeting a valuation of nearly two trillion dollars, despite running at a multi-billion-dollar loss across most divisions and offering highly fantastical projections of future revenue. Where standard IPOs are typically dry recitations of lease agreements and tax liabilities, the SpaceX prospectus reads less like a standard financial disclosure and more like speculative fiction entirely unmoored from material constraints, penned by Isaac Asimov on five hits of acid and a chug of nitrous. It opens with fourteen pages of photographs of rockets and satellites.
SpaceX’s true purpose, according to the filing, has nothing to do with short-term revenue or making Musk the first trillionaire. Instead, the company’s objective is now of galactic generosity:
"Our mission is to build the systems and technologies necessary to make life multiplanetary, to understand the true nature of the universe, and to extend the light of consciousness to the stars. To do this, we have formed the most ambitious, vertically integrated innovation engine on (and off) Earth with unmatched capabilities to rapidly manufacture and launch space-based communications that connect the world, to harness the Sun to power a truth-seeking artificial intelligence [Grok, which distorts data according to Musk’s racist and authoritarian biases] that advances scientific discovery, and ultimately to build a base on the Moon and cities on other planets."
One thing I have been learning, as I watch the United States’ pathetic collapse and self-willed immolation, is that fascism is more like an art project or a dramatic spectacle than any sensible or functional form of government. Elon Musk, of course, was one of the main architects of our country’s rapid race to the bottom, showing off his Roman/Nazi salute soon after Trump’s victory. The tech oligarchs still want us (the suckers) to believe they are embarked on a great mission for humanity that is somehow in the public good.
The opacity and scale of Musk's initiative have inevitably fostered an atmosphere of paranoia, sometimes emanating from within his own orbit. For example, Ashley St. Clair—the mother of one of his children—recently circulated the claim that Musk may have utilized his satellite infrastructure to interfere with the 2024 voting systems. While this remains an unverified theory, its resonance is telling (amplified by Musk’s own ominous pre-election posts asserting that "anything can be hacked"). The fact that such claims can gain traction underscores the lack of accountability surrounding his aerospace and communications empire. Yet we do not need to rely on satellite conspiracy theories to recognize his interference. His documented efforts to secure Trump's re-election were blatant and unprecedented, encompassing hundreds of millions in PAC spending, algorithmic manipulation of X, and legally dubious cash giveaways to swing-state voters. The threat he poses to democratic structures is not merely hypothetical; during an interview, he laughed nervously while admitting he would likely end up in prison if Trump lost.
One concept that has gained traction recently is “hyperstition,” a framework particularly useful for understanding neo-fascist movements. Hyperstition proposes that mimetics and mythic narratives can be used to manifest a desired future simply by acting as if it is inevitable. The SpaceX IPO functions as a massive, albeit blatantly unconvincing, exercise in hyperstition. As financial analyst Patrick Boyle observed upon reviewing the filing, “What we’re looking at is quite possibly the most extraordinary document in the history of American securities regulation.”
To justify its staggering valuation, the SpaceX prospectus does not focus on existing businesses, but rather projects enterprises that might eventually emerge. SpaceX claims a potential total addressable market of $28.5 trillion, a figure larger than the entire annual economic output of the United States. To defend this valuation, the company provides a long list of highly speculative business opportunities. One proposal is long-haul point-to-point travel, which involves catapulting passengers across the Earth in rockets instead of airplanes. Eight years ago, the company’s president, Gwynne Shotwell, stood on a TED stage and promised that within a decade, people would take thirty-minute rocket trips from New York to Shanghai, withstanding three times the force of gravity at takeoff in the process.
Today, no commercial commuter rocket exists. Yet the product continues to be pitched to investors as a realistic revenue stream. The SpaceX prospectus also envisions a luminous future of in-orbit manufacturing, building factories in zero gravity—a feat never attempted at scale. It describes passenger and cargo transport to the Moon and Mars, manufacturing and energy production on the Martian surface, and asteroid mining. None of these technologies exists in a commercially viable form, and no market exists to price them.
Every one of these hyperstitious constructs depends on a single machine: the Starship rocket. The rocket forms the basis of Musk’s entire argument. It is expected to launch the next generation of Starlink satellites, carry the cargo for a future Mars colony, and reach a launch frequency the company itself accurately terms “insane.” So far, the Starship rocket remains prone to “rapid unscheduled disassembly,” the aerospace industry’s euphemism for exploding. The two-trillion-dollar valuation assumes this vehicle will work exactly as advertised, on schedule, with zero setbacks.
Remarkably, according to the IPO, SpaceX does not conceive of itself primarily as a rocket or satellite internet company. In terms of future revenue, it presents itself as an artificial intelligence company. The filing attributes 93 percent of its total addressable market to AI, and roughly 60 percent of the company’s spending now goes toward AI infrastructure. This includes massive data centers in Tennessee and Mississippi powered by temporary gas turbines that unleash huge pollution, alongside the ceaseless noise of a fleet of jumbo jets.
Musk’s AI product is Grok, which currently holds a marginal 3.4 percent of the AI market. The filing concedes that the enterprise AI space is dominated by OpenAI, Anthropic, and Google. As Boyle notes, the main documented uses of Grok have been fact-checking posts on X and generating non-consensual nude images. Furthermore, Grok’s explicit rejection of ethical safeguards has drawn regulatory investigations in Spain, France, and the United Kingdom. Alarmingly, Grok is also being integrated into the Pentagon—currently overseen by Pete Hegseth—which struggles to manage escalating conflicts in Iran while blowing up fishing boats.
SpaceX’s own engineers have been slow to adopt Grok because it underperforms rival tools. Musk himself recently admitted the code needs to be rebuilt from scratch, a statement made shortly after he sold xAI to SpaceX for $250 billion in an all-stock transaction. His proposed fix was to spend $60 billion attempting to buy Cursor, the coding tool his engineers actually prefer, with a $10 billion penalty if the deal collapsed. There is a palpable sense that SpaceX is functioning as a vehicle to patch up Musk’s past failures—Solar City, the Tesla Cybertruck, the chaotic acquisition of Twitter—by bundling them into one monumental initiative that the public must buy into to avoid planetary extinction (the “fate of the dinosaurs”)...
However, SpaceX’s near-term AI revenue does not stem from selling Grok as a business-to-business or consumer product. It comes from renting AI computing power to one of its main competitors. SpaceX has a deal to rent compute capacity to Anthropic for $1.25 billion a month through 2029, equating to roughly $15 billion a year. Bloomberg reports this amounts to approximately 40 percent of the company's near-term projected revenue. As Boyle points out: if Volkswagen rented out all of its car factories to another manufacturer, would anyone still consider Volkswagen a car company?
If 93 percent of a $28.5 trillion market is AI, then by SpaceX’s own logic, the companies actually winning that market must be worth far more than SpaceX. Anthropic’s quarterly revenue is already roughly double the revenue of SpaceX’s entire AI segment, and both Anthropic and OpenAI are reportedly preparing public offerings at around a trillion dollars each. SpaceX is asking the public for nearly two trillion dollars based on the strength of a market already dominated by its direct competitors.
Only one business inside SpaceX currently makes money. In the first quarter of 2026, the space division—the part that builds and launches rockets—lost $662 million. The AI division lost $2.5 billion in the same three months. The connectivity division, Starlink, earned $1.1 billion.
Founded in 2019, Starlink has launched approximately 6,800 satellites into space for personal, commercial, and military use. While Starlink produced $4.4 billion in operating profit across 2025, the overarching enterprise still lost $4.94 billion overall. That means the rest of the company consumed more than nine billion dollars in a single year. Even Starlink’s success reveals underlying vulnerabilities: its average revenue per user has fallen about 18 percent since 2023, largely because the company has relied on steep discounts to artificially inflate subscriber numbers ahead of the public offering.
Starlink also carries a profound ecological risk regarding the Kessler Effect, a threat the IPO filing carefully skirts. The prospectus treats orbital debris merely as a hazard to SpaceX’s own hardware, noting that space is “inherently hostile” and that satellites may fail. It does not reckon with the deeper, systemic flaw in its plan to eventually launch up to a million satellites into low orbit.
The Kessler Effect, named by astrophysicist and former NASA scientist Donald J. Kessler, outlines the atmospheric threshold where the density of objects in orbit becomes so high that a single collision spews debris, triggering a cascading chain reaction of further collisions. This uncontrollable cascade would render whole orbital bands—and potentially our entire stratosphere—unusable for satellites, knocking out global communication infrastructures within months or years. According to Kessler, once this chain reaction reaches a critical tipping point, it is irreversible based on current technology, and the resulting debris field could persist for decades, centuries, or even a millennium.
The SpaceX IPO also inadvertently reveals who has been purchasing the Tesla Cybertruck: SpaceX itself. According to the filing, SpaceX bought $131 million worth of Cybertrucks from Tesla at full retail price, amounting to roughly 1,500 vehicles... (read the rest on Substack)

I stopped the article here because, to read the rest of it, you have to agree to a 7-day free trial, but have to input credit card data to start the free trial. I refuse to be jerked around like that. I considered deleting the entire article, but I feel that many of the points Pinchbeck makes are valid, and I cannot stand Elon Musk, so I want to read the rest of this, but will not sign up as requested. You can subscribe to the free version on Substack, but the free trial is the only way to read the res of this post. I frankly resent this type of coercion and it makes me suspicious of Pinchbeck. Reading some of this guy's bio makes me even more suspicious. Still, I am going to be selfish and leave this here. We'll see what becomes of the rest of this. If you want to read the rest, you can go to Daniel Pinchbeck at Substack.


Tuesday, June 2, 2026

250 years

The United States turns 250 years old this coming July 4, and naturally, Trump has to make it all about himself. There is something seriously wrong with our "president." I hope we never make this mistake again. I say "we" but only about 32% of the U.S. population voted for this criminal. 31% for Kamala Harris (who probably actually won the election, but Dems don't fight those fights) and perhaps worst of all, 36% didn't even bother to vote at all. I fail to understand how so many registered voters thought the election wasn't serious enough to cast a vote. Lots of apathetic motherfuckers in this country. And look what happens.




Commentary by Oliver Kornetzke : 250 years. Two hundred and fifty fucking years of the most powerful, most resourced, most theoretically capable nation in the history of human civilization and here is what we have to show for it.

Forty million people on food stamps, thirty million without health insurance, the highest maternal mortality rate in the developed world, the highest incarceration rate on earth, an opioid crisis that has killed over half a million people and counting, a housing market so broken that working people cannot afford to live in the cities they work in, an education system that buries young people in debt before they earn their first dollar, infrastructure that is literally collapsing, a life expectancy that is going backwards, a political system so thoroughly purchased by concentrated wealth that the laws it produces bear almost no relationship to what the public actually wants or needs, a working class that has not seen meaningful real wage growth in thirty years, a mental health crisis so severe we normalized it, a gun violence epidemic so routine we don’t even act when preschoolers are slaughtered, and a climate hurtling toward catastrophe while the people paid to address it collect checks from the industry causing it.

Two hundred and fifty years of that. And to celebrate, we built a wrestling arena on the White House lawn.

Not a hospital, or a school, or a housing development. Not a single fucking thing that addresses a single goddamn item on the list above. A wrestling arena. With cranes and pyrotechnics and a steel arch that probably cost more than the annual budget of three rural counties combined, erected in front of the building where Lincoln and Roosevelt and every president who ever tried to make any of this mean something once lived and worked and in some cases died trying.

Truthfully, this is not a departure from American values. This is the fullest possible expression of them. Because this is what we chose. Every single time the choice was presented.

We built a culture where a football coach makes forty times what a physics professor makes and then express genuine bewilderment at the outcomes. Where a reality television star becomes president and a school district cuts its art program in the same fiscal year. Where children know every statistic of every player on their favorite sport team and cannot locate their own country on a map. Where scientific consensus on vaccines, climate, evolution, and basic nutrition gets weighed against a Facebook post and the Facebook post wins at the dinner table. Where the school that wins the state championship gets a parade and the school that produces a Nobel laureate gets a budget cut.

We chose the bomber over the teacher. The tank over the clinic. The aircraft carrier over the water treatment plant. We spend more on military than the next ten countries combined, including our allies, while veterans sleep on the streets of the cities they came back to. We built the most expensive killing apparatus in human history and then told the nurse she made too much money. We sent young men to die in wars that made defense contractors rich and called it freedom and put a yellow ribbon magnet on the back of the car and called that support. We made the soldier and the police officer into sacred untouchable symbols of national identity and then cut their benefits, denied their PTSD claims, let them die waiting for VA appointments, and sent them back for third and fourth tours because it was cheaper than taking care of them when they came home. We worshipped the uniform and neglected the human inside it because the uniform is a symbol and symbols are cheaper than healthcare and housing and the therapy that would actually help. We built bases in a hundred and fifty countries and could not build enough affordable housing in fifty states. We funded a military budget that could have ended homelessness and medical debt and student debt several times over and we did it with bipartisan enthusiasm and called the people who questioned it unserious.

We chose entertainment over education so many times and for so long and at every available level of society that we forgot there was a distinction worth making. Spectacle over substance, performance over policy, the aesthetics of greatness in place of the actual thing, and the feeling of winning instead of asking what was being won and who was paying for it and what it would cost the people who came next.

Rome had bread and circuses. We Americans have food stamps and a wrestling ring outside the Oval Office.

250 years. This is what we built. This is what we chose. This is what we are celebrating. And the most perfectly, catastrophically, irreducibly American thing about all of it is that anyone pointing at this image and asking what it means will be called unpatriotic by people watching it on a television they bought on credit they cannot afford to pay back, rooting for a sport they cannot explain, in a country they cannot describe, celebrating a birthday they cannot contextualize, for a nation that has spent two and a half centuries confusing the noise it makes with the work it never did, all while claiming to be the greatest country on Earth.

Happy Birthday America! You have never looked more like yourself!


Sunday, May 31, 2026

Adam Kinzinger

Adam Kinzinger (R-Illinois 11th), one of the few U.S. House Republicans who were not "going along" with Trump on everything like most every Republican did. Lynne Cheney? Thomas Massie? I must be forgetting someone or two, surely. Adam puts together a relevant read on today's insanity, and he even helped me remember a few things about the movie "Idiocracy." Well done, Adam.



I look around at the corruption, the bluster, the nonsense and I can't help but feel that we are living in the movie "Idiocracy." And the credits are rolling.

In 2006, Mike Judge released Idiocracy, a satirical comedy so niche that Fox buried it with almost no marketing or wide release. The studio apparently didn't know what to do with it, but we became it.

The premise is deceptively simple: Joe Bauers, the most average man in America, gets frozen in a military experiment and wakes up 500 years in the future. Humanity, having out-bred intelligence for generations, has devolved into a civilization of breathtaking stupidity. Crops are dying because agribusiness replaced irrigation water with a sports drink called Brawndo: The Thirst Mutilator — because “it’s got electrolytes.” No one can explain what electrolytes are, only that Brawndo has them, and Brawndo is good, so shut up.

The President of the United States is Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho — a former pro wrestler and porn star turned head of state, who opens his State of the Union address by firing a machine gun into the air from a stage surrounded by pyrotechnics, monster trucks, and screaming fans. He communicates in slogans. He doesn’t know how to fix anything. But he’s entertaining, and in the world of Idiocracy, that’s the whole job.

Joe, now the smartest man alive by default, is appointed Secretary of the Interior and given one week to fix the economy, the dust bowls, and the dying crops — or be thrown into a demolition derby death match called “Monday Night Rehabilitation.”

It’s a comedy. Mostly.

Enter: The Real-Life Camacho
When Idiocracy was released, it felt like a warning. By 2016, it felt like a prophecy. By now, it feels like a documentary with a ten-year delay.

Consider the parallels. President Camacho is a pro wrestler turned entertainer turned head of state. Donald Trump is a pro wrestler — legitimately, having appeared in WWE events and been inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame — turned reality TV star turned President of the United States. Both men built their brands on spectacle, dominance, and the performance of strength to adoring crowds. Neither was elected because of policy expertise. Both were elected because they were watchable.

The differences are largely cosmetic. Camacho is fictional.

The Parade, the Finger, and “Quiet, Piggy”
In Idiocracy, President Camacho rides through the streets of Washington on a motorcycle, flanked by adoring masses, and flips the crowd the bird — a gesture that is received not with horror, but with thunderous applause. To his people, it reads as authentic. He’s one of them. He doesn’t play by the rules. He’s real.

You don’t have to squint hard to see the echo. In November 2025, aboard Air Force One, Donald Trump turned to a female reporter who had asked him a question he didn’t want to answer and told her: “Quiet, quiet, piggy.” The remark — casual, contemptuous, aimed at a woman doing her job — was received by his base not as a disqualifying moment but as another proof of authenticity. He says what he thinks. He doesn’t pretend.

The gesture and the epithet are different in form, identical in function: dominance performance for a crowd that has been trained to read cruelty as strength.

The White House Gets a Makeover
The future Washington D.C. in Idiocracy looks like the Vegas Strip was dropped inside a demolition yard — garish, gold-trimmed, maximalist, empire-coded.

The real White House, under its current occupant, is trending in a strikingly similar direction. Trump’s ongoing renovation project calls for a $1 Billion State Ballroom to replace the East Wing, featuring gilded Corinthian columns, coffered ceilings with gold inlays, crystal chandeliers, gold floor lamps, and checkered marble floors.

The Oval Office has already been bedecked in gilded frames and golden details. The architect of record, McCrery Architects, specializes in classical design — which in this context means less Lincoln Memorial and more Roman imperial court.

The people’s house, retrofitted to look like a monument to one man. Camacho would recognize it immediately. And of course, the UFC fight.

The 250th Birthday Party Nobody Wants to Play
The single most Idiocracy moment of this particular season may be the slow-motion unraveling of the Great American State Fair — the White House-backed extravaganza planned for the National Mall from June 25 to July 10 to commemorate America’s 250th birthday.

The event, organized under the White House initiative “Freedom 250,” was initially billed to artists as a nonpartisan celebration of the nation. Then the lineup was announced. Then artists started reading the press coverage. Then the exodus began.

Morris Day and The Time pulled out. Young MC pulled out, saying he was “never told about any political involvement.” Rapper-turned-country-artist Jodie Rocco of Milli Vanilli backed out. Country star Martina McBride posted on X that she had believed the event was nonpartisan and dropped out the moment she learned otherwise. The Commodores withdrew. Bret Michaels, frontman of Poison, dropped out.

Who stayed? Vanilla Ice, who is contractually obligated to perform on June 26 and, per his management, will honor that contract.

The optics are almost too perfect. A celebration of America that most of America’s entertainers — the very people who were supposed to make it feel festive — want no part of. What was sold as a national birthday party has been understood, correctly, as a campaign rally with better fireworks.

In Idiocracy, the president throws a party and everyone shows up because they have no choice and no context. In America 2026, the entertainers have a choice, and they’re using it.

A Star Burns Bright Before It Implodes
There’s a phenomenon in astrophysics that most people know intuitively even if they’ve never studied it: a dying star doesn’t go quietly. In its final phase, it expands — burning hotter, brighter, and more dramatically than at any point in its life. It becomes a red giant, luminous beyond reason, consuming everything within reach. And then, with a violence proportional to its brilliance, it collapses.

MAGA, at this moment, is burning very bright.
The big beautiful ballroom. The gilded columns. The 250th birthday spectacular on the National Mall. The motorcades. The slogans. The performance of power, non-stop, unyielding. It looks, from a certain angle, like an empire at its peak.

But the numbers tell a different story. As of May 2026, 31 percent of Americans approve of the way Donald Trump is handling his job. Sixty-four percent disapprove. His net approval rating — positive minus negative — sits at -34, compared to -6 just fourteen months ago. Just 29 percent approve of his handling of the economy.

These are not the numbers of a movement at high tide. These are the numbers of a star in its final expansion.

And in November 2026, Americans go back to the polls. 

Democrats need to flip three seats to reclaim the House. Generic congressional ballot polling shows Democratic leads ranging from 4 to 13 points. The historical pattern — the president’s party almost always loses ground in midterms — has not been suspended.

The sequels to Idiocracy were never made, perhaps because the movie ends on a cautiously hopeful note: Joe becomes president, introduces water to the crops, and slowly, painfully, things begin to get better. Intelligence, it turns out, is not entirely extinct. It just had to wait for the right moment.

That moment may be coming.

The star burns bright and big — spectacular, impossible to ignore — right before it implodes. What comes after a supernova is not darkness. It’s a new beginning. The fuel is running out, the approval ratings are cratering, the entertainers are walking away, and November is on the calendar.

Idiocracy was a warning. The warning was ignored. But the ending — the part where someone finally waters the crops — that part is still being written.

- Adam Kinzinger

Friday, May 29, 2026

Glee Violette

Trump has built up such an edifice of bullshit it looks intimidating to many. Certainly intimidating to Congress, but that body never has had a preponderance of SPINE. Sometimes I get discouraged at what Trump seems to be getting away with. But is he really going to skate scot-free? Unlikely. A lot of what Trump is doing is barely hanging on by a thread. A strong push one way or the other is enough to get this bully to back down and cave. He may try an end-around and push again, but we the people have to be ready. That's not just regular citizens. It's everyone: lawyers, bankers, truck drivers, carpenters, teachers, accountants, judges, law enforcement, musicians, ANYONE who has a vested interest in stability and peace.

Another independent voice I discovered online is Glee Violette. People are popping up all over. 


BREAKING - NOW HE SAYS HE DOESN'T WANNA.
by Glee Violette
Excuse me while I while I hurl every filthy, nasty obscene term I know in the direction of a certain bloated, decayed, somewhat human-shaped creature. The one that recently erected a golden idol of himself, and dedicated it in his own "honor" - a word he uses often, but which does not mean what he thinks he means.

ONE MORE TIME, this slimy creature has destroyed something, and then slithered away, leaving the REST of us to clean up his mess. And pay for the damage.

YES. We are talking about The John F Kennedy Memorial Center for the Performing Arts in Washington DC.

Which this abominable creature closed for TWO YEARS of renovations. After first FIRING the people who turned it into the gem of the nation, and putting himself and his cronies in charge. After turning its premier entertainment schedule into a pathetic lineup of his handful of washed-up one-hit wonders, and boring religious indoctrination films. After banishing our National Symphonic Orchestra and our National Ballet and Dance Companies.

And most despicable of all, after putting his OWN shameful name ABOVE that of the REAL President that our National Arts Center was built to TRULY honor, as a living memorial to his memory.

Today, Friday, a federal judge ruled he could NOT rename the Center OR close it for renovations. unless CONGRESS approves the plans.

And this is what he posted this evening in retribution:

"Unless I am free to do what I do better than anyone else, bring this Institution back, physically, financially, and artistically, I have no interest in continuing what could only be a hopeless journey into "NEVER NEVER LAND"
"Therefore, based on the fact that the Radical Left Democrats care more about opposing your favorite President, ME, than saving a dying Performing Arts Center, almost all of which lose large amounts of money throughout the Country, we are going to be working with Congress to transfer this failing Institution back to them so they can make a determination as to what to do with it," he posted.

"Transfer BACK"??? WHAT, he thinks he OWNS the place???

Excuse me. I have thought of a few more words to yell out my window, in the direction of Washington DC.

I hope it rains like HELL on June 14th. And never mind it raining locusts and frogs. May there be a plague of wasps and snakes. Not the harmless baby Black Racers that RFK Jr just made a big show of molesting. The kind of snake that junior's BOSS recited about at rallies.

As for HIM, he is not even a TRUE snake, at all. Just a shape-shifting FAKE creature. A disgusting, ugly and USELESS creature that needs to slither back under its rock. And STAY there.

remember

remember

deja vu

deja vu

indeed

indeed

Delete Fox "News"

Delete Fox "News"

Probably

Probably