Not noticing the chainsaw....

Enough about President Trump and his man-servant for now. Well, almost enough. As I’ve stated before, small men like this have been around forever. But without their scores of sycophantic quislings…they are nothing more than weirdos to be avoided at parties. If you don’t know what a “quisling” is you’re probably rooting for the fall of the Department of Education. Oh, the irony.

Musk and Trump both command cults, and while there is obviously some cross-over, I do wonder which cult would go to war on the other if so ordered. Musk-bros have been with their boy way before his sudden turn into a sieg-heiling Nazi, and as a whole aren’t as intellectually disabled as much as…say….the crew willing to buy Trump bibles. The old high school classmates you know who make their Facebook profile page that pic of Trump with his fist raised in the air after getting fake-shot love them some Elon only because Trump told them too, and I suspect if Trump came out tomorrow and suddenly told them that “people tell me that Elon is used to play on the women’s basketball team in college….and I think he has been treating me…and you quite frankly….you beautiful people who love me so much…..VERY unfairly..” they’d turn on Musk quicker than they turned on Mike Pence.

On the other hand, if Musk suddenly stopped taking his ketamine/adderall cocktail and tweeted that Trump was actually dumber than a bag of rocks, he might be able to take a small crew of die-hards with him. Maybe the ones who own a Tesla or are really good at video games. But for the most part he’d be isolated and branded a “RINO” and would need to hire additional private security so that someone like the kid who went looking for Hillary and Tom Hanks in the basement of the DC Pizza place that didn’t have a basement didn’t track him down.

In short, in a war of the cults, the Trump cult wins hands down.

But let’s talk about some of these aforementioned quislings, shall we?

Our congressional representative is Rob Bresnahan, he of the little dutch boy haircut and the insane dye-job, who mere weeks ago made the bold promise that he would not vote for any bill that threatened benefits that his constituents rely upon. Which is the sort of thing that politicians ALWAYS say, of course. Nobody gets elected on “I’m going to fuck you”. But Bresnahan is a 2025 republican, and as such he’s going to do what he’s told by Donald Trump. It’s either that or he and his family receive a barrage of death threats. Those who voted for Bresnahan and did not realize this are either really really naive, or really really dumb. As a result their benefits are going to be shoved into the wood-chipper. Elections matter not just for the man at the top. Trump can do what he does because he knows Bresnahan is a moral coward. Bresnahan knows he’s a moral coward as well. But he’s got a nice office and the perks of power. For way too many, this is enough.

History of course can be a bitch. Rob Bresnahan and his ilk will carry the kind of shame that doesn’t wear off. He’s gonna be bouncing grand-kids on his knee and wondering why the kids won’t stop crying. But for now they’re all “king of the world-ing” on the bow of the Titanic. Enjoy it while it lasts, boyos. Because it never does.

And speaking of moral cowards, my representatives in the Senate are Dave McCormick and John Fetterman. McCormick is the Republican from Connecticut who I guess opened up a PO Box in PA to claim he really lived here? Like Bresnahan he’s a multi-millionaire. McCormick graduated from West Point and became an Army Ranger. That’s badass stuff. He served in Gulf War and received a bronze star. Despite all this, he now takes his orders from a draft-dodger who disdains the miliary, calling them “suckers and losers”, and you once again have to wonder how somebody so physically courageous and honorable in defense of his nation could become such a political pussy. The reason Trump wears oversized suits is because he needs a place to fit all these balls in his pockets.

To be fair to Bresnahan, if you call his office you can actually speak to an actual person, who will try to convince you that Rob didn’t actually cut anybody’s benefits despite voting to cut everybody’s benefits. Nobody has any idea where McCormick even is.

And then there is Fetterman. Or as I like to call him, Kyrsten Sinema in a hoodie. Big John rode his populist credentials into DC, and had fired-up Dems like myself thinking we had ourselves the reincarnation of Eugene Debs on our hands. Turns out the halls of the Capitol put the zap on his head, and he instantly morphed into Joe Manchin-lite, a guy so desperate for a seat at the big-boy table that he was willing to hang around the gates of Mar-a-Lago tossing pebbles at Trump’s bedroom window. Fetterman thinks his sudden lurch to the right, and his willingness to vote for some of Trump’s most batshit cabinet appointees, will buy him some leverage. His is a stunning, almost touching naivete…..a sort of throwback to the LBJ days……when it was possible for sides to sit down over drinks and compromise. Fetterman seems not to notice the fucking chainsaw in the room, or that his seat has a whoopie cushion on it. I voted for him to police the circus, and instead he became a clown.

But still, what was my alternative? Voting for fucking Dr Oz? These are the trenches we are forced to fight in.

We are so doomed.

In a bit…

—tf