The Big Beautiful Breakdown

[pasayten]

Some stats…

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Joe Rogan goes rogue. https://www.mediamatters.org/joe-rogan- ... king-crazy

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Funding cuts to Nat'l Parks https://www.pbs.org/newshour/show/how-f ... round-them

[pasayten]

Ken has strange standards that I cannot figure out... He is the father of a wonderful daughter, yet he is supporting a likely pedophile that would like to date his own daughter, advises to grab women in the crotch, and loved to hang out with epstein and underage girls... go figure.

I raised a daughter and that is the major reason that even though I am a republican, I have NEVER supported trump... He is morally unfit and a constant danger to the health, rights, and well being of women.

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Americans are paying 90% of Trump's tariffs

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So I suppose Ken has a special Decoder Ring he bought at the MAGA merch shop that allows him to perfectly understand Trump's collapse. Come to think of it Ken does sound more and more like Trump every day.

And then I remembered Joseph Heller's Catch 22.
"It was miraculous. It was almost no trick at all, he saw, to turn vice into virtue and slander into truth, impotence into abstinence, arrogance into humility, plunder into philanthropy, thievery into honor, blasphemy into wisdom, brutality into patriots and sadism into justice. Anybody can do it, it requires no brains at all. It merely required no character."

[dorankj]

Because you idiots are ALLWAYS wrong!

[mister_coffee]

Unfortunately the True Believers will keep on believing, no matter what he does or says.

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https://marygeddry.substack.com/p/the-b ... -breakdown

"Holy moly, where to even begin. This transcript, if one dares call it that, reads like the unedited ramblings of a man whose grip on reality is held together by duct tape, Diet Coke, and decades of narcissistic delusion. It’s not a speech, rather a hostage situation with syntax. A rhetorical rollercoaster through fantasyland where facts go to die and the applause signs never turn off.

Let’s be clear: this is a hallucination in prose form. Trump lurches from topic to topic like a malfunctioning Roomba careening through a hoarder’s den, one moment babbling about “the big beautiful bill,” the next alleging election fraud by Obama (a claim so deranged the red light on the camera “conveniently” goes out), before pivoting to a story about his “brilliant but neurotic fat friend” who buys Ozempic in London.

Throughout, he repeats numbers like a toddler who just discovered counting: “1000%,” “600%,” “1500%” drug price reductions, numbers that sound impressive until you realize they mean absolutely nothing. There is no such thing as a 1500% reduction unless Pfizer is paying you to take their meds. Utter economic babble dressed up as policy, like a dog wearing a monocle and claiming to be an economist.

He also claims that gas is now $1.99 in five states. Sure it is. And unicorns are now providing offshore drilling licenses. Never mind that the national average remains over $3.00 a gallon, the important thing is that Donald Trump feels it’s lower. And in Trump’s America, feelings are facts, and facts are treason.


On foreign policy, we’re treated to more fictitious triumphs: he single-handedly stopped nuclear war between India and Pakistan with a phone call. He “took back” $5.1 trillion from the Gulf states with… investment vibes, I guess. He’s made trade deals with every country under the sun, Japan, the UK, the Philippines, Indonesia, the Congo, your cousin’s basement Etsy shop. None are verifiable. All are “the biggest deal ever made.”

Then, there’s the whiplash-inducing pivot to spiritual warfare, with a prayer so drenched in performative piety it could’ve been ghostwritten by a Prosperity Gospel AI running on megachurch Wi-Fi. The crowd is ushered into what Trump proudly calls “the most powerful place in the land”, a phrase you’d expect to end with “the Situation Room” but instead leads straight to... a sermon.

“We thank you that President Trump allows us to take this time and go before the throne of heaven,” the prayer begins, because of course. The throne of heaven has apparently been relocated to Mar-a-Lago North, and Jesus has re-registered as a Republican.

“We put you on your rightful place tonight on the thrones of our heart. And Father God, on the throne of this country.” It's not entirely clear who’s on which throne anymore, Trump, God, or Mike Johnson, but thrones are definitely occupied.

And then, with dramatic flair: “It’s going to get real dark, but Father, we know that you’re a light in the midst of darkness.” A curious metaphor, given the setting, a lavish Republican fundraiser where the only darkness is the dimming of American democracy.

The prayer ends with a flourish that manages to canonize Trump himself: “Bless our president, God. Everything he puts his hands to, we pray you will bless it. Strengthen him, Father. Give him wisdom like never before.” You almost expect angels to descend and apply gold-leaf to the presidential seal.

And let’s not forget the final flourish: Tulsi Gabbard, whom Trump appears to have anointed America’s new chief conspiracy unmasker, has “the documents” proving Obama led a criminal election-rigging ring. (Spoiler: no, she doesn’t. This is as real as his “perfect” phone call.)

A few key takeaways from this word salad nightmare:

He takes credit for absolutely everything, even things that didn’t happen, can’t happen, or happened under someone else’s watch.

He declares himself the sole savior of America, while vilifying everyone from the Fed Chair to California’s gas tax like he’s the angriest Yelp reviewer in history.

His lies are no longer strategic—they’re compulsive. He’s detached from even the appearance of truth. Obama is a criminal, drug prices are down 1500%, and he’s the reason eggs are cheap again (which they aren’t).

He is physically and mentally declining. The repetition, the slurred transitions, the bizarre tangents (“heat, heat, heat!”), and the fixation on applause all betray a man unraveling in public.

If this was meant to reassure the public or inspire confidence in his leadership, it did the opposite. This was not the speech of a functional president, it was the fever dream of a man who believes the cameras will always stay on, as long as he keeps talking."