“Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it.” -- Joseph Goebbels
Back in the earliest days of this here weblog, in a far more innocent time, we birthed the concept of an Anti-Gheorghe. If our namesake represented joy and childlike wonder, his antitheses were cynical, grasping, self-serious. Dan Snyder comes to mind. Today, we find ourselves in a hellscape of Anti-Gheorghism run amok.I detest Donald Trump and everything he represents. I despise his grotesque coterie of racist, grifting sycophants, their number far too high and far too powerful at this dark moment in our history. But I reserve my deepest enmity for the worst of all, a morally repugnant, soulless, joyless golem of a man who seems incapable of anything other than fomenting hate and demonizing the other.
Indeed, the Trumpist who disgusts me the most, to the absolute core of my being, is Stephen Miller.
I've had a hard time writing this because the mere act of thinking about that execrable fuck angers me. His shriveled, corrupted conscience animates some of the most vile acts attributable to Trumpism. His furious unwillingness to acknowledge basic humanity and opportunistic remora-like instinct to attach himself to the emptiest of all moral vessels is a match made in sulfurous fire.
CNN's Daniel Dale has done yeoman's work across Trump's fetid time on our political scene. Here, he's barely able to conceal his fury at Miller's repeated, easily debunkable (though too rarely actually debunked) repetition of a big lie.
I'm not here to list Miller's manifold sins. That's been done and will be done well into whatever future we get. I'm not here to offer solutions, because I fear we don't have a good one at the moment. All I really seek to do is go on record, to record for posterity my disdain at our country's failure to understand the nature of the people we chose to elevate to power, the grossest, misfigured, damaged souls that ravage our body politic.
Goebbels' fate isn't good enough for Miller. Would that he lives long enough and we recover our moral center enough to consign him to the prison he belongs in.
Quality post. God ruined a perfectly good dick when he put ears on Stephen Miller.
ReplyDeleteYou are going soft Rob.
ReplyDeleteI feel like life in prison is a slightly better option than the modern equivalent of committing suicide after murdering your children as the red army closes in on you with likely plans to parade you though red square in a cage before ultimately putting you to death in some horrendous way.
tough but fair, marls. i am, as you know, a squishy lib.
ReplyDeleteWould be a real shame if he went to inspect an El Salvadorian prison and ended up stuck there.
ReplyDeleteWe face an embarrassment of riches when trying to identify the most disgusting Trumper. I will not argue against your Miller selection. But Rubio's about-face on everything he claimed to stand for is pretty fucking disgusting too. Miller really believes what he's doing so he's probably worse, but Marco is awful.
ReplyDeleteWe should have a G:TB Trumpdouche Draft. If your guy wins/loses the week, you win a few bucks from the gheorghies.
ReplyDeleteSomeone pooped on zbathroom rug. I hope it was one of zcats and not zwoman.
ReplyDeletei bet it was stephen miller
ReplyDeleteSo Rob takes Miller.
ReplyDeleteZ takes Rubio.
Trump is off the table, he’s the Tecmo Bowl Bo Jackson.
Musk is, too. Too easy.
I’ll go with the long play candidate and take Hegseth. He’s just a bumbling moron now, but when he tees up a globe-melting war, you’ll know I win.
Played in my weekly pickup game last night and, whilst going for a rebound, got absolutely scratched to death by someone on the opposing team. Rob, Z and TJ have seen the pic. I look like I have road rash or got super drunk and took a header on the pavement. Good times.
ReplyDeleteSo you're saying you weren't super drunk?
ReplyDeleteIn other news, zdaughter broke out of her shell this morning to tell me about an episode from the puberty lesson in health class. Her friend Malfoy (not his real name, she gives everyone a nickname as if she's a brother of Lambda Chi) asked Funkhouser what would happen if a human man married a female frog--would the frog still lay eggs or would she carry the baby in her tummy? Funkhouser's response was "We aren't going to get into the animal stuff this year" which implies, at least in my view, that beastiality is part of the middle school health curriculum.
I was not, in fact, super drunk.
ReplyDeleteDarren Beattie is the most disgusting Trumper.
ReplyDeleteSneaky good choice by Marls.
ReplyDeleterob, guessing you have zero influence in this area, but it's a pity that Tuscarora athletic website is like trying to machete thru a jungle (allowing for possibility that I'm a doofus). Also, perhaps sub-optimal that Tuscarora 'T' closely resembles Tesla logo.
ReplyDeleteHaving been awhile since I'd done so, I ventured over to the right wing talk radio sphere yesterday. Shitstain travis and yuck sexton were spewing such contemptible bile that I quickly turned it off. I have a fairly high tolerance for such things, but it seems to have plumbed new depths while I wasn't paying attention.
ReplyDeleteI don’t know how I’m going to execute it, but I have an idea for an image to describe the feeling that I believe either is happening or will happen to a goodly quotient of American Trumpies.
ReplyDeleteI’d like to appropriate Johnny Rotten’s notorious snarl that served as the Sex Pistols’ coda, the walkway snipe before he dropped the mic at San Francisco’s Winterland Ballroom in January 1978 and immediately broke up what passed for a band.
“Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?”
Feels about right.
in my experience, navigating high school athletics websites is akin to attempting to split an atom with a mushroom.
ReplyDeleteTrump on the FSU shooting: “I ran on the Second Amendment.”
ReplyDeleteImplied: “This is the 2nd Amendment working.”
did someone make good friday a gheorghian holiday without telling me about it?
ReplyDeleteOoooh burn
ReplyDeletespeaking of burn, i’ve been pretty good about the sunscreen while here on the emerald coast. one notable exception: i seem to have missed my navel entirely, so i have a ring of fire in my lower belly.
ReplyDeleteThe Man in Black would be proud.
ReplyDeleteThere are worse places to have a ring of fire.
ReplyDeletefinished percival everett’s ‘james’ yesterday. it’s a retelling of the huck finn story from jim’s perspective. really well executed, unsparing and detailed. and the final plot twist will drop your jaw.
ReplyDeleteI have a friend from New Orleans who does a crawfish boil each spring (even gets the crawfish shipped in from Louisiana). Today is that day. Really looking forward to eating my weight in crawfish, corn and potatoes. oh, and I’m also smoking 7 lbs of wings as a side item.Giddyup.
ReplyDeleteNot bad, Mark. Not bad at all.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from the Bahamas. Staying with some friends at a free house on Spanish Wells for the week.
ReplyDeleteToday we traveled by golf cart / ferry / taxi / ferry / golf cart to Harbour Island and spots where the other half cavort. La di da.
zdaughter and I went to the diner for dinner and when I took the check to the front the thirty-something woman at the register whispered something to me while standing with very coy body language and I thought I heard what she said but I assumed I heard her incorrectly because I was standing there with my 11-year-old daughter and while I once looked like George Clooney I now look like George Costanza (I just don't have it like that anymore) so I asked her to repeat herself, and then asked again, and the third time she said "Are we doing this?" clear as a bell and loud enough for zdaughter to hear also and I got all flummoxed and said "Whaaaaat?" and her coy body language shifted and it became clear that she was holding a basket of lollipops and she was trying to covertly ask my permission to offer zdaughter the candy (as opposed to offering me the candy) and I exhaled deeply and zdaughter said "I don't care" and we left without any lollipops.
ReplyDeleteI ate so many crawfish, drank more than my average amount of beer and my wings were a hit. Whole lot of nothing coming tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteZ’s story makes me chuckle a lot
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to those of the faith. It’s a beautiful Sunday in the islands. Lots of reasons to celebrate life, hope, joy, redemption, and new beginnings. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter Gheorghies. I'm currently laying in bed, watching playoff highlights to catch up on what I missed out on yesterday and then going out on the boat this afternoon. We all celebrate our own way.
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