Daily Archives: January 6, 2019

The border wall, like the ‘president,’ apparently started out as a fucking joke


“President” Pussygrabber last night tweeted this “Game of Thrones”-inspired image promoting his Great Wall of Stupid, which apparently wasn’t meant by his advisers to be taken literally, or at least not seriously. (It’s an interesting analogy, because “winter is coming” is considered a badd thing, a threat, and yet Pussygrabber substitutes “wall” for “winter.” And would Pussygrabber be a blue-eyed white walker, hell-bent on destroying civilization?)

Shortly after Pussygrabber lost the popular vote by almost 3 million votes but won the anti-democratic Electoral College, I subscribed to both of the online editions of The New York Times and The Washington Post.

It has been a good investment. Far from “failing,” as Pussygrabber has called them, these two news organizations not only are doing well — in no small part because we now have one of the worst “presidents” in our nation’s history on whom true Patriots want to keep tabs — but they are two of only a handful that aren’t to some degree afraid of the illegitimate Pussygrabber regime and its frothing-at-the-mouth supporters.

There is this gem from the Times yesterday:

Before it became the chief sticking point in a government shutdown drama that threatens to consume his presidency at a critical moment, President Trump’s promise to build a wall on the southwestern border was a memory trick for an undisciplined candidate.

As Mr. Trump began exploring a presidential run in 2014, his political advisers landed on the idea of a border wall as a mnemonic device of sorts, a way to make sure their candidate — who hated reading from a script but loved boasting about himself and his talents as a builder — would remember to talk about getting tough on immigration, which was to be a signature issue in his nascent campaign.

“How do we get him to continue to talk about immigration?” Sam Nunberg, one of Mr. Trump’s early political advisers, recalled telling Roger J. Stone Jr., another adviser. “We’re going to get him to talk about he’s going to build a wall.”

Talk Mr. Trump did, and the line drew rapturous cheers from conservative audiences, thrilling the candidate and soon becoming a staple of campaign speeches. Chants of “Build the wall!” echoed through arenas throughout the country.

Now, Mr. Trump’s fixation with a border wall — the material embodiment of his keep-them-out immigration agenda — has run headlong into the new realities of divided government, pitting him against Democrats who reject the idea out of hand.

The impasse is particularly remarkable given that even some immigration hard-liners do not regard the wall as their highest priority and fear that Mr. Trump’s preoccupation with it will prompt him to cut a deal that trades a relatively ineffectual measure for major concessions on immigration. …

Indeed, does Pussygrabber personally give a flying fuck as to whether his Great Wall of Stupid ever actually materializes? Does he personally feel threatened by hordes of brown walkers that We Must Keep Out via A Great Wall?

No. Millionaires and billionaires are quite safe from crime (and quite able to commit massive crimes themselves, usually with impunity).

What Pussygrabber cares about is that he stupidly put the idea of The Wall out there, and his mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging, MAGA-cap wearing followers now demand it — to the point that if they don’t get it, he might not get a second term, or so at least he and/or his handlers apparently believe.

As usual, it’s all about the baby boomer — not about what’s best for the nation.

But it’s great that The Colossal Joke that is The Wall apparently never was a serious proposal in the first place, but that its mention caught on like fascist wildfire with the bigoted, xenophobic, racist, white-supremacist, scapegoating fucktards who support Pussygrabber, and now he’s pretty fucking stuck between The Wall and a hard place.

Again, all of this is bad for the nation, which has real problems to deal with but isn’t dealing with (in no tiny part because of intentional political distractions like the Great Wall of Stupid), but right about now all of us could use a good laugh.

P.S. In reference to my headline for this, I tend to believe author Michael Wolff’s claim (in his January 2018 book Fire and Fury) that Team Pussygrabber didn’t expect Pussygrabber to win the White House — and, in fact, had hoped that he wouldn’t.

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