… elector set!

[This] really is, really, I think, the Island of the Misfit Toys at [this] point. You have crossed the Rubicon, you jumped on the crazy train and you’re headed into the cliffs that guard the flat earth … [It’s] the dissolution of reason…

Crazy train is nice – captures the runaway, headlong, tragicomic feel of these latter days… The rest of us can only grip the armrests, eyes shut against the possibility that our fellow American voters really have rigged it that a psychotic [Latest tweet: WE WILL WIN!] currently engineers the locomotive.

The Netherlands. Trump is notoriously obsessed with height, routinely savaging opponents who stand less tall than he, and saddling little Barron with the life of a freak — Trump selective-mated with a woman so tall that at his tender age Barron is already on his way to seven feet.

The tallest people in the world are in the Netherlands, where the much-belittled ex-president can feel that he inhabits a world commensurate with his self-image.

In a little while, we’ll start parsing the sickest of them, the lies that degraded us just by our having to be in the same room with them. Soon we’ll marvel at four years stuck in a surround sound of the absolutely rankest bullshit, as if the president this blog calls The Genius of the Carpathians were indeed Nicolae Ceaușescu, and we his hopelessly entrapped auditors.

For me the sickest and most degrading lie of all was uttered in Trumpism’s late decadent stage – just a month before his downfall, when his brightest and slickest enabler, Lara Trump, assured an interviewer that Trump telling a rally to scream lock her up at an American governor who had just narrowly avoided being violently kidnapped, and whose only offense against Trump’s crowd lay in her responsible approach to a pandemic, was all in fun. A Trump rally is a “fun, light atmosphere.” Everyone was just “having fun at a Trump rally.”

Violent, repeatedly stoked, crowd hatred is frightening. Two-Minute Hates are a horror. Got that? It’s not light, and it’s not fun, and the country will be safer when perky all-American shitmongers like Lara Trump go away.

“Trump will not concede; he will continue to deny the legitimacy of this result. His performance on Thursday night was perhaps his lowest and darkest yet, groundlessly telling Americans they could have no faith in their most solemn democratic rite: the election of a president. As he leaves, he will scorch the earth and poison the soil.

But all of that is to remind us why it was so essential, for America and the world, that he be defeated. And why, even though it may have arrived slowly and without the fanfare so many of us wanted, this will be a moment to savour. A dark force is being expelled from the most powerful office in the world – and at long last, we can glimpse the light.”

‘Don Jr Urges his Dad to “Fight to the Death”‘

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Will Melania be as obliging as Eva? Color me skeptical.

Its loyalty to Trump knows no bounds – or knew no bounds, until his surrogate/son tweeted that his father should “go to total war over this election.” Apparently a naked call to civil war falls just a tad over the line for the Post.

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A preview of the Trump clan preparing for war.

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And lookee here. The Post seems to be… er… adjusting to a shift in the winds.

[B]y picking him again, those voters are showing that they are just like him: angry, spoiled, racially resentful, aggrieved, and willing to die rather than ever admit that they were wrong… The politics of cultural resentment, the obsessions of white anxiety, are so intense that his voters are determined not only to preserve minority rule but to leave a dangerous sociopath in the Oval Office. Even the candidacy of a man who was both a political centrist and a decent human being could not overcome this sullen commitment to authoritarianism.

… at vote-counting locations, and they are singing their song for their man!

Violate me, in the violet time,
In the vilest way that you know.
Desecrate, savage me
Utterly ravage me
On me no mercy bestow.
To the best things in life I am cold and oblivious
Give me a man who is lewd and lascivious, to
Violate me, in the violet time,
In the vilest way that you know.

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[Kimberly Guilfoyle pushes forward; sings:]

He may not always say

What you would have him say

But now and then he’ll say

Something wonderful!

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[Lara Trump sings:]

The thoughtless things he’ll do

Will hurt and worry you

But now and then he’ll do

Something wonderful!

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[They sing together:]

A thousand QAnons

Will not come true

You know that he believes in them

And that’s enough for you!

Sing it.

Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them
Here come old orange top
He come groovin’ up slowly
He got ju-ju eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker
He just do what he please

Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them
He wear red makeup
He grab pussy pussy
He got little fingers
He drink Coca-Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is
You better love me
Come together, right now
Over me

Shoot them
Shoot them
Shoot them

Me dream of violence
Me got covid 19
Me a big psychotic
Me one nasty stinker
Me got jail time awaiting me
Hold you in my arms yeah
You can feel my disease
Come together, right now
Over me

Although the President has recently made various authoritarian gestures—in June, he threatened to deploy the military against protesters, and in July he talked about delaying the election—[Yale’s Timothy] Snyder contends that Trump’s predicament “is that he hasn’t ruined our system enough.” Snyder explained, “Generally, autocrats will distort the system as far as necessary to stay in power. Usually, it means warping democracy before they get to where Trump is now.” For an entrenched autocrat, an election is mere theatre—but the conclusion of the Trump-Biden race remains unpredictable, despite concerns about voter suppression, disputed ballot counts, and civil unrest.

Trump has famously survived one impeachment, two divorces, six bankruptcies, twenty-six accusations of sexual misconduct, and an estimated four thousand lawsuits.

Every woman adores a Fascist!   
The boot in the face, the brute   
Brute heart of a brute like you!

I thought that my outrage meter had maxed out over the last eight months but today I found out that was wrong. I’ve been trying to gather thoughts for you about this all day long and all I can come up with is this unrelenting stream of profanity.

I’m an air force veteran. I served in Iraq. I served in Afghanistan. I took care of a lot of broken bodies over there. When the president came out and said we were suckers and losers I was pissed off. I wasn’t surprised but I was pissed off. When he said nothing when Putin put a bounty on our heads, I was pissed off but I wasn’t surprised because [Trump’s] in his pocket.

But NOW. Now he’s coming for my integrity and he’s coming for the integrity of my entire profession. Like I would sell my soul, fake a death certificate, to get two thousand bucks. This is a bald faced brazen lie from the biggest bald faced brazen liar that’s ever sat in [the oval] office.

The party’s over
It’s time to call it a day
They’ve voted early and soon
To send the buffoon away
It’s time to wind up the masquerade —
The IRS called.  It wants your taxes paid.

The party’s over
The Trumpers flicker and dim
They rallied all through the night

It seemed to be right but covid got them
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end
Take off your makeup, the party’s over
It’s all over, my friend