Sing it.

Disturbed again, perturbed again
The thought of those brainwashing pervs again
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I

Cannot sleep and will not sleep
Disorientation — it makes me weep 
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

“I’ve been thinking of voting for him again because Biden’s been so bad for the economy and Kamala won’t be any better. But after [attending a recent Trump speech], I’m actually afraid of Trump being president again. I don’t know what he was talking about half the time. Perhaps he was always like that but he seems worse, more unstable.”

Luckily, the Republicans have expert communicators like Jesse Watters to keep the doubters at bay.

He drew his sword out of its scabbard

Then proudly he stood up and slabbered,

“Our Bobby’s repulsy

But nae like our Tulsi!

Come on, Dems! Prepare to be Gabbar’d!!”

Trumpworld’s response to the latest sting of betrayal.

‘Foo Fighters say they did not OK

Trump using “My Hero” at Arizona rally,

will donate royalties to Harris-Walz campaign‘

I stand amid the roar

Of a self-tormented shore,

And I clasp within my coat

Little dwindled bits of votes—

How few! and how they slide

Through my fingers to the other side,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God!  Call down the pricks

That slashed and burned on January 6!

Is all that we see or seem

A horrid dream within a dream?

I’m pissing myself over Tuesday’s debate

And I’m wondering now if it isn’t too late

To throw out some crap

To get the thing scrapped.

I know nothing, and there’s so much at stake.

How clearly I recall James Galbraith (a conspiracy guy) excitedly leaning in to bestow upon me The Actual Truth of the JFK killing… UD stood in the living room of John Kenneth Galbraith’s Vermont farmhouse (stood for a long time; it’s an incredibly elaborate story) politely waiting for Jamie to finish, but he never finished. Dinner was announced, and I was rescued.

Now, centuries later, Trump, with similar excitement, attempts to stimulate ol’ UD with the use of titillating clues about the CIA, Oswald, Ruby, and the Trilateral Commission. Vote for me and you’ll see how Jamie’s conspiracy was TRUE!

But if much younger, higher-estrogen-level UD failed to respond to JFK conspiracy blandishments, imagine how little the much older UD responds.

And now think about how everyone born after 1953 is likely to respond.

Half a billion, half a billion,

Half a billion — onward!

Out of the valley of Trump

   Rides the Dem Brigade.

Sing it.

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Well last week I thought all abortion’s wrong

If you bled out, well too bad so long

Punished all the bad girls, that’s no lie

Not my fault if the losers died

Because God told me to kill Roe, but it’s all over now

Because God told me to kill Roe, but it’s all over now

Well the bitch has me beaten all over town

Tellin’ everybody I’m a mad ol clown

She puts me down, it’s a pity how I cry

So listen: Now I don’t think raped children ought to die

Because God told me to kill Roe, but it’s all over now

Because God told me to kill Roe, but it’s all over now

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UPDATE: ME change MY mind too, Daddy!

Both are entitled playboy sons of northeastern wealth; both (in Michelle Obama’s words) were “afforded the grace of failing forward” as misbehaving, underachieving adolescents admitted to Ivy League colleges thanks to “the affirmative action of generational wealth”; both were reckless lifelong adolescents, both attention-craving philanderers and liars, both jerks.

Only one, however, dealt cocaine.

Over on Truth Social, Donald Trump has begun “live truthing” the Harris speech. But … he seems to be stuck on the Bidens. He posts, bizarrely: “WHERE’S HUNTER?”

Best line so far of Harris’s acceptance speech.

Hate to be Debbie Downer, but lest we get lost in the sheer delight of the Democratic convention, we need to venture for just a moment into the dark night of the Project 2025 soul.

In case we need reminding what the battle’s about.