The Ravings of a Madman

      Betcha it sucks to be a Trumplican right now—or at least one with a still-functioning frontal lobe. After all, now you have to defend this shit.

      The Orange Pustule's obscene, unhinged—and fundamentally callous and cruel—screed following the murder of Rob Reiner and his wife probably is the worst thing this monster ever has said in public as president.

      No need for me to re-post; it's all over the #!@%!! internet. And it says a lot that when I first read those heinous words, I assumed they were written by some anti-Trump troll bent on tasteless mischief.

      Silly me. For there it was, up on Truth Social, with Trump himself proudly owning his words like a toddler on the toilet for the first time proudly holding up his turd for all to see.

     This is beyond political callousness. This is more than tasteless pandering to his base.

      This is madness. He needs to be stopped, preferably via the 25th amendment that would remove him from office for mental or physical incapacity. But, with virtually no exceptions, no one in the national Republican Party has the balls, backbone or brains to rid us of this loathsome beast.

      The midterms can't come too soon. And every toadying Republican who worships at Trump's toilet should be trembling at the prospect—God willing.