GDP is fucked
Holy shit, the US economy is totally fucked up ass right now! First-quarter GDP crawled at a pathetic 0.3% rate, the worst showing since 2022 and a dramatic nosedive from last quarter's 2.4%. Trump's chaotic tariff bullshit with China has businesses and consumers freaking the fuck out. Most economists think this reckless trade war crap will send inflation through the damn roof and might trigger a full-blown recession. The administration's wild-ass attempt to reshape global trade is creating economic uncertainty that's scaring the hell out of Americans everywhere.
Ukraine is our bitch now
Holy fcking assballs! Ukraine’s about to sign away its goddamn natural resources to the US in some backroom deal on Wednesday. Economy Minister Svyrydenko is flying to America to hand over the keys to Ukraine’s mineral treasure chest. This batshit crazy arrangement has been brewing since Trump’s ass returned to the White House in January. That mofo is framing it as Ukraine “paying back” for invasion aid like some mafia loan shark. The administration won’t reveal what’s in this face down ass-up contract, but Ukraine’s PM claims it won’t include past assistance. What a goddamn resource grab disguised as diplomacy while Ukraine’s fighting for its very existence!
Trump's 100-Day Dumpster Fire: A Sensory Nightmare
The Stench of Self-Congratulation: Donny McStinker paraded his "immigration crackdown" like a rotting carcass at his Michigan rally, the putrid smell of xenophobia wafting through the crowd as he boasted about his "signature achievement" while salivating over "retribution" against enemies.
The Bitter Taste of Bullshit: Trump McShitface's claims about lowering the trade deficit turned to ash on his tongue when confronted with Census Bureau data showing a massive 9.6% JUMP to $162 billion in March—the acrid flavor of his lies burning the nostrils of anyone paying attention.
The Deafening Silence of Evidence: When pressed about DOJ referrals for his claims of "fraud," his voice dropped to a whisper, the hollow emptiness of his accusations echoing in the void where proof should be.
The Blinding Flash of Hypocrisy: His defense of Hegseth's sensitive information breaches scorched viewers' eyes while he simultaneously screamed about security concerns elsewhere.
The Rough Texture of Autocracy: His calloused dismissal of due process for immigrants scraped against the skin of constitutional rights, leaving raw, bleeding wounds on judicial norms as he declared immigrants "get whatever my lawyers say."
Donny McCrappy's 100-Day Nosedive: Republican Ass-Clenching Begins
The stink of failure is clinging to Trumpy McShitpants like week-old fish as his poll numbers plummet during his first 100 days. Republican operatives are starting to sweat through their Brooks Brothers shirts, their eyes darting nervously toward the midterms while pretending everything's just fucking peachy in public.
Let's be crystal clear: Republicans hitched their wagons to this bloated gasbag hoping he'd deliver economic nirvana. Instead, they're watching him take a sledgehammer to the very economy he promised to resurrect. The bitter taste of betrayal is spreading through moderate voters' mouths like cheap whiskey as his restrictive trade policies and tariff tantrums trigger economic tremors that rattle their wallets.
Republican strategist Kevin Madden didn't mince words, pointing out that Trump's approval ratings are circling the drain precisely because he's abandoning the economic promises that got his orange ass back in the Oval Office. "Trump won in 2024 because a broader coalition of voters were nostalgic for the pre-COVID economy of Trump's first term," Madden explained, the strain of diplomatic phrasing audible in his voice.
The thunderous sound of moderate and independent voters stampeding away from Trump's bullshit carnival is creating exactly the kind of political earthquake that makes Republican strategists wake up drenched in cold sweat at 3 AM, their fingers frantically punching calculator buttons as they run midterm scenarios.
This isn't just a temporary blip—it's the gritty texture of political reality scraping against Trump's fantasy world. The acrid smell of panic is beginning to waft through Republican headquarters as they realize their golden boy might just be political poison come midterms.
Pope Donaldo Shitsburger? Lindsey Graham's Holy Fucking Fantasy
In what can only be described as comedic political masturbation, Sen. Lindsey Graham just floated the most balls-to-the-wall ridiculous idea since snorting Adderall through the Declaration of Independence: making Donald McStinkface the next goddamn Pope!
This ass-kissing extravaganza hit new heights as Graham jizzed excitement all over X, asking the papal conclave to "keep an open mind" about transforming The Donald of Dumpster into His Holiness Papal Shitstain the First.
"The first Pope-U.S. President combination has many upsides," Graham drooled, probably while touching himself inappropriately to a Trump campaign poster. The senator's climactic "Trump MMXXVIII!" sign-off suggested he's already planning his next load of political fellatio for 2028.
Meghan McCain, displaying the only functioning brain cell in this clusterfuck, told Graham to "get a grip" – though it appears he's been gripping something else entirely in his Trump-fueled fantasy sessions.
Holy fucking shit, the Republican Party has officially replaced communion wine with Kool-Aid!
Citations:
https://thehill.com/blogs/blog-briefing-room/5274062-graham-conclave-catholics-pope-trump/
https://www.cnn.com/politics/live-news/trump-presidency-news-04-30-25#cma3vus1y00003b6nz6fi8ijz
https://www.cnn.com/politics/live-news/trump-presidency-news-04-30-25#cma32pls3007q26qn6kt7guf5
https://thehill.com/homenews/campaign/5273400-trump-poll-numbers-republicans/
https://thehill.com/blogs/blog-briefing-room/5274062-graham-conclave-catholics-pope-trump/
May I congratulate you on this very comprehensive view, Wendy! I loved it.
I would add that there are at least 2 arguable senses that remain to be covered. If you’ll permit me the latitude:
6) [My] Sixth Sense, where I see dead people walking around in the Trump administration, sooner or later to be head-axed like the Red Queen’s enemies and their heads deposited into the Potomac river.
7) [My] Seventh Sense, which is my sense of Dread and Foreboding of terrible economic times ahead of us that we will not be able to see through anything other than something like our heads hanging out of a moving car whilst driving over a road made of broken glass, used needles, and gory remains of poorly butchered animals left over from inexperienced hunters looking for raw meat to cook.
I could be wrong, of course, so I leave those open to that. Great job, great work. Love your article, excellent job!
Your ability to come up with such an extraordinary amount of descriptive names for the orange menace never ceases to amaze me 😅