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In an iconic news photo from early in his “presidency,” stupid white people thank “Lord Jesus” for “President” Pussygrabber. And if you believe that the comparison (or at least the nexus) between Pussygrabber and Jesus Christ is apt, you have your choice of many products that you can buy online, such as this lovely, totally-not-sacrilegious T-shirt:
It’s Easter Sunday, and while it’s said that Jesus has arisen, “President” Pussygrabber has not. He is still, as far as I know, holed up in his ginormous stucco tomb in Palm Beach, Florida.
These days, thank Goddess, Pussygrabber is in the news pretty much only because we’ll be dealing with his many crimes for the next several years.
Perhaps my favorite crime of Pussygrabber, however, is that on his way out he seriously fleeced his own fucking flock.
Stacy Blatt was in hospice care last September listening to Rush Limbaugh’s dire warnings about how badly Donald J. Trump’s campaign needed money when he went online and chipped in everything he could: $500.
It was a big sum for a 63-year-old battling cancer and living in Kansas City on less than $1,000 per month. But that single contribution — federal records show it was his first ever — quickly multiplied. Another $500 was withdrawn the next day, then $500 the next week and every week through mid-October, without his knowledge — until Mr. Blatt’s bank account had been depleted and frozen. When his utility and rent payments bounced, he called his brother, Russell, for help.
What the Blatts soon discovered was $3,000 in withdrawals by the Trump campaign in less than 30 days. They called their bank and said they thought they were victims of fraud.
“It felt,” Russell said, “like it was a scam.”
But what the Blatts believed was duplicity was actually an intentional scheme to boost revenues by the Trump campaign and the for-profit company that processed its online donations, WinRed. Facing a cash crunch and getting badly outspent by the Democrats, the campaign had begun last September to set up recurring donations by default for online donors, for every week until the election.
Contributors had to wade through a fine-print disclaimer and manually uncheck a box to opt out.
As the election neared, the Trump team made that disclaimer increasingly opaque, an investigation by The New York Times showed. It introduced a second prechecked box, known internally as a “money bomb,” that doubled a person’s contribution. Eventually its solicitations featured lines of text in bold and capital letters that overwhelmed the opt-out language.
The tactic ensnared scores of unsuspecting Trump loyalists — retirees, military veterans, nurses and even experienced political operatives. Soon, banks and credit card companies were inundated with fraud complaints from the president’s own supporters about donations they had not intended to make, sometimes for thousands of dollars. …
This news story speaks volumes.
That Pussygrabber is a soulless flim-flam man always was as clear and as bright as the sun to me, but, by God, did he entrap untold millions in his greatest scam: becoming “president” (despite having lost the popular vote by almost 3 million votes in 2016; even his having become “president” was just another in an endless series of his scams).
That Pussygrabber not only doesn’t give a flying fuck about the fucktards who ardently support him is one thing, but it’s Pussygrabber that we’re talking about here, so not only does he not give a shit about them, but he steals from them — bigly.
Think of the incredible amount of sheer contempt that you’d have to have for your own followers to create a scam in which you lead them to think that giving you money somehow is going to Save The Republic and/or get them into white-people heaven or the like, yet all along your only intent has been to take much more money from them than they’d realized you were going to take, doing so by hiding behind small print and sneaky check-boxes.
Thing is, does information like this change the average Pussygrabberian’s mind about Pussygrabber? I doubt it. Probably only those who were scammed themselves (read the full New York Times article to learn about more of Pussygrabber’s victims) have a different opinion of El Anaranjado now.
I do and I don’t blame Pussygrabber’s victims for his victimization of them.
Again, to me it’s always been clear that Pussygrabber is a con man on crack (maybe literally). I wouldn’t trust Pussygrabber to tell me what color the sky is. Yet millions of people still believe in him and believe him, despite the mountain ranges of evidence to the contrary.
I’m thinking that a great many of Pussygrabber’s True Believers have deep and persistent issues, such as mental health issues (including personality disorders and the big one, schizophrenia), substance abuse issues and cognitive development issues (that is, they’re fucktards).
And it must be the law, law enforcement and the criminal justice system (such as it is, especially concerning white–collar crime) that protects the idiots among us (and they are legion) from the likes of Pussygrabber.
In everyone’s defense, I don’t think that the nation had seen a “president” quite like Pussygrabber ever before. Sure, we’d had plenty of shitty presidents, but Pussygrabber took it to a whole new level.
Indeed, over the past few years we’ve been sickened with two (at least relatively) new viruses, Pussygrabber and the novel coronavirus.
You get a mulligan when you don’t handle a brand-new crisis very well — because you’ve never seen that type of animal before — but once you’ve seen and have had to deal with the problem, you have zero excuse if it comes around again and it harms you again.
Such as with the novel coronavirus; we’re heading into the fourth spike of the COVID-19 pandemic — because three spikes in the past year just weren’t enough to teach us a damned fucking thing.
(This fourth spike comes as no surprise to me; the images of the incredibly careless crowds coming out of the area of Florida near Pussygrabber’s tomb aside, even here in California, where it’s said that all of us socialist robots dutifully wear our Democrat-mandated anti-freedom face masks, for a while now I have seen so many people in public, and coming within just a few feet of others, wearing no mask at all or having their nose fully exposed, which is just like cutting off the tip of a condom. It’s been said, and I agree, that it’s not a face mask, but it’s an IQ test, but then again, the dumb herd probably has needed some culling for some time now…)
Then we naturally come back around to the virus that is Pussygrabber.
If we Americans can have a fourth spike of COVID-19 in only a year’s time, what’s to prevent the next fascist, psychopathic virus from becoming “president” and injecting his or her deadly genetic material into the body politic, sickening the entire nation?
Is the national body politic now immune to a variant of the Pussygrabber-like virus because we’ve learned our lesson from the first infection with the Pussgyrabber virus?
History suggests that our immunity, if any, will be remarkably short-lived.
Happy Easter. Pussygrabber remains in his tomb — for now. Let’s hope that he never rises again.
Of course, we can and we should do a lot more than just hope; we can and we should do our best to prevent that from ever happening, whether it’s the same old Pussygrabber virus trying to make a comeback or one of its variants trying mostly the same playbook.
It’s in our hands.