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#Manosphere? Hegseth too tight suits + Rubio's oversized Florsheim shows = #Clownosphere

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NEW DONALD J. TRUMP PORTRAIT.

CONGRATULATIONS TO DONALD TRUMP ON WINNING AN OSCAR FOR HIS STARRING ROLE IN THE EPSTEIN FILES!

🚨⚡️ BREAKING: Supreme Leader Kim Jong Un: "Trump is mentally deranged."

I interviewed the director of MANHOOD, a documentary about dicks — and the lengths men will go for a bigger one. “I can fill your penis with filler,” says a doctor in the film, “but I cannot fill the hole in your heart.” variety.com/2026/tv/news/p…

“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England wrote the following response: A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief. Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty. Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness. There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege. And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down. So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that: • Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are. • You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man. This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump. And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.

'Whose violence is "regrettable," and whose resistance is "terrorism." What empire calls "responsibility" usually means someone far away will bleed'

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I don't have "deep insights" about Americans as a species. I have memory. And I have pattern recognition sharpened by what it means to live under the consequences of decisions Americans call "foreign policy." You grow up Vietnamese, you learn early that there are two parallel realities: The one you live through. And the one narrated about you on American television, in speeches, in films, in history books. My family lived through the moment when American abstractions like "credibility" and "containing communism" stopped sounding strategic and became physical: Bomb craters. Refugee boats. Bodies. You watch villages renamed "collateral." You watch coups renamed "restoring democracy." You watch blockades renamed "pressure for reform." You watch your dead filed away as "tragedy" so that no one has to call them what they were: crimes. After a while, you stop getting angry at every sentence. You start studying the grammar. Who gets to remain human in the story. Who gets turned into an adjective. Whose violence is "regrettable," and whose resistance is "terrorism." Which lives are allowed complexity, and which lives are flattened into body counts, talking points, and background noise. Then you hear Americans speak about entirely different places, entirely different wars, entirely different enemies, and the same grammar is still there: "Intervention" instead of invasion. "Stability" instead of control. "Responsibility" instead of domination. "Sanctions" instead of siege. If you grow up with that long enough, you learn that what empire calls "responsibility" usually means someone far away is about to bleed. That's where my "insight" comes from. From watching the same software run on different hardware. From listening closely to the metaphors they don't even notice they're using anymore. From realizing that, for a lot of good, ordinary people, this isn't malice. It's the water they were raised in. The story is always written from the cockpit, never from the crater. So when I write about American exceptionalism, I'm not claiming mystical access to "your people." I am describing the hallucination I've been forced to survive under since I was born. And once you see the pattern from outside the blast radius, it becomes almost impossible not to see it everywhere.

Worship a clown, end up wearing clown shoes.

Trump: “They gave me a list of names. Sir, pick the name you like, sir! The name of what? The name of the attack on Iran, sir. They gave me like, 20 names. I'm like, falling asleep, I didn't like any of them. Then I see Epic Fury. I said, I like that name”

NEWS — Trump coercing staff to wear the same black pair of shoes that he wears. “Everybody’s afraid not to wear them,” a staffer said, as some reportedly ditch their own footwear to comply with Trump’s wishes. We’re officially in the dumbest timeline.

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NEWS: The Trump administration confirmed it bombed a girl’s school in Iran. It's one of the most devastating military errors in decades. Trump lied about it. Pete Hegseth gutted the office preventing civilian casualties. 175 are dead. Most were kids. Hegseth should be fired.

🇺🇲 Reporter: "You just claimed Iran got its hands on a Tomahawk and bombed its own elementary school. But your generals disagree?" Trump: "I was just making stuff up, I don't know, maybe I sold a tomahawk to some other country." The ONLY reporter calling out Trumps BULLSHIT.

Trump: "It's more fun to sink Iranian ships than capture those on board." And the audience bursts into laughter A sick president, a sick society.

So let me bring everyone up to speed on the Iran situation: • Not really a war • Already basically finished • Ending soon • Expected to last weeks • Could last much longer • Just beginning This is the strategic clarity of a Commander-in-Chief with the IQ of a wet cracker.

Proven liar. Convicted felon. Adjudicated rapist. Career criminal. Serial adulterer. Mass murderer. Surely shifting blame is surely just another day at the office?