We have never, ever received a real health report on Trump.
He is not a healthy person.
Jayzus, just look at him.
A sloppy, stooping, sweaty mess.
And that's before the professionals are called in to prep him.
The makeup artists with their hawks and trowels.
Tooth polishers, tie tiers, hair arrangers drawn from the ranks of boardwalk cotton candy creationists ...
And, yet, still ...
Red of face, dripping sweat, beady red eyes ...
Mr. Perfect Health looks like he's just about to quite literally blow up.
What a mess.

It's for grifting, grafting, and money laundering station as well as a sop to the fragile ego of a dementia besotted old felon.

Weirdly, the story brought to mind the title of one of Tony Hillerman's Joe Leaphorn novels: Dance Hall of the Dead.

That big, fat, red-eyed, twitchy rat hiding in the outhouse?
Not as crazy as this bozo with the bloodshot eyes and radiation tan.

Randy Fine's braying is presented as a pitch to see if the people who bother him can be stripped of their citizenship.
Headline makes perfect sense.

"Look, my African-American ... "
Donald J. Trump, 2016

The MAGAts are way high on their own supply.

#5
How much is spent annually on "free health insurance for illegal aliens"?
MAGAts never have a problem telling lies.
But backing them up?
That's your dilemma, isn't it, sparky?

"Ozymandius" by Percy Bysshe Shelly ...

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said""Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.*

*(Emphasis added.)

Author Keith O'Brien argues "prop bets pose a particular threat to the integrity of the game."

As long as one athlete can fix the outcome of a wager, the temptation will continue to prove irresistible to some players. This temptation comes at a time when millions of Americans are betting billions of dollars on sports, and sometimes more than a billion on a single game. At some point, according to gambling-addiction experts, an athlete will manipulate their performance during one of these big games, if it hasn't happened already. That leaves those who love sports with only one sensible option. It's time to kill"or at least reel in"the prop bet.

[E]liminating the prop bet entirely will be challenging. Since the first single-player prop bet was invented in the lead-up to Super Bowl XX, in January 1986"when William "The Refrigerator" Perry, a defensive tackle, opened at 20 to 1 to score a touchdown for the Chicago Bears"prop bets have become popular among degenerate gamblers and casual fans alike. If legal gambling platforms didn't offer them in 2025, gamblers would probably turn instead to illegal bookies and illegal websites"a still-thriving world where oversight hardly exists at all.

Of course, Napoleon himself was okay.
In fact, he beat the grunts out of Russia.
Same as it ever was (and is).

Hubris

Melanie Trump ... under oath?
Hahahahahahahahahaha.

An itemized list of the identities of all donors to the Trump Money Laundry & Epstein Memorial Ballingroom and all amounts, a list, listed is not too much to require from a serial liar, thief, and thirty-four times convicted felon who asks, yet again, for our trust.

Only MAGAts would be stupid enough to accept Trump's word for anything.

I know people who have performed at state functions and they've been embarrassed to have world leaders in a tent.
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I'm sorry, but Tiffany Haddish's bat mitzvah was not a "state function" and Billy Crystal, Wanda Sykes, and Chelsea Handler are not "world leaders."

The Ballroom will be larger, uglier, and more expensive yet.
It is being constructed for the primary purpose of laundering money and buying influence.
It's secondary purpose is to massage the fractured ego of a mentally ill president.
We've come quite a ways from when people around Ike were discrete about his brand of golf ball.
To do otherwise would have been unseemly.

Well, that's another barrier to unchecked power demolished.
On to whatever else might be next on Old Yeller's list of oh, well, what the hell, why not shatterables.
Just to prove he operates without adult oversight.
A goddamn shame and totally preventable.

Boy, is this ever going to be a clueless piano player in the cathouse story.
Fascinating tale in the details, for sure, populated with loathsome characters aplenty.
But is anyone actually surprised?
Other than the piano player.

Musk's reflexive, go-to yip to cast aspersions on someone (sans evidence) seems to be to his high-pitched "Pedo!" shriek.
Interesting, when you factor in the man's erratic behavior, heavy drug use, and the word "projection."

"Tasty" - not quite! "Rasty"

As a kid I spent some summers traveling with the circus.
However tasty some of the roustabouts might be, they were always seen as a better sort than ...
Carnies.
Circus folk provided a show; carnies we're always addicted to running a grift.
Evangelical religion theatre in America isn't a circus attraction.
It's a carnival show for rubes run by a cast of damaged carnies.

Charlie, a youthful albeit practiced grifter, would be proud. Why, you can and will bet your bottom dollar he's up there in Heaven in some smoky celestial dive bar playing three-card monte with Jesus and a handful of the disciples right this minute.

ICE is the armed and masked paramilitary wing of the Republican Party.