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Hmmm, ridicule Trump as a campaign weapon? [1]

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Date: 2023-11-16

Recently there have been a couple of diaries, one by a DK staffer, tossing out the idea that we should make more use of a particular communication tool for the presidential campaign: ridicule. The idea is to build some ground swell among us grassroots folks in using more ridicule and then push on it until it becomes more mainstream. And, while we have in the past made ridicule a pastime in regard to Trump, ramping up the tempo and quantity could be a good idea.

The thought is to make Trump a laughingstock as best as possible to a wider audience. If we could pump up the visibility of it as a social meme maybe it would seep into the media. Further thoughts by the diarists suggested it could make fringe Republicans start to feel that Trump was an embarrassment to vote for, to the point they could even debate to themselves about even voting.

Some have said that even MAGA Nation (Third-World Division — Last In The Standings) might shut up a bit if we were always laughing in their face about Trump. You know how they go on and on about Trump.

They yap that Trump is a great businessman. Trump is a world leader. Trump is God’s Chosen One. Trump co-invented ketchup with George Santos (according to George). Obviously we know better. Hell, Trump couldn’t find his ass with both hands even if you spotted him a cheek and gave him a Sherpa.

The more I think of the idea, the more enamored I am with it, although I wonder if the ridicule circle shouldn’t be extend to Trump’s children and his High Command Staff. Is Princess Coloring Book, otherwise known as Ivanka “Daddy Won’t Let Me Go Out On School Nights” Trump, suitable for framing with damning scorn?

What about her husband, Asst. Wormtongue, is he fair game or is Shady Slim-Tie to be tossed off the leader board since his father has already stood the test of time . . . in prison.

That guy has the self-confidence and smug look of someone who was born in the end zone and thinks he scored a majority share of the ownership, but really he’s just a glorified video guy lucky to get a field pass and trying to tune out the snickering of the real players echoing in his ears.

Then there’s their buddy, Mohammed bin Salman, that fabulously wealthy Saudi potentate. Is it fair to ridicule him and his boffo golf tour, LIV (Liquidating Its Victims)? By the way, what is a pile of two billion dollars? A Jared Kushner exit interview.

I mean, if we’re going to go to those lengths, obviously Don Jr and Eric have to be included. Of course, as an object of scorn we’ve already seen long lines form in regard to Don Jr, and only half of them were cocaine, so that’s a start.

As for poor Eric, the butt of everyone’s jokes already, maybe we should give it a rest. He’s not the brightest pixel on the screen and is definitely limited in his ability to fight back. Fact is, if playing cards were brain cells, and Eric was playing Three Card Monte, he’d have to write an IOU for the third card.

Then there’s MAGA Magic Mike Johnson and his highlighting of the World Wide Web’s oldest profession, porn. Fair game, I guess, as long as we don’t poke fun at his religion, The Church of Jesus Christ! You Actually Fucking Believe That And Say It Out Loud! His wife leads the choir in singing Onward Christian Sold Your Soul.

And a side question here: what is it with those far-right Republicans and bestiality?

They’re always linking it to other things in the realm of sexuality. It makes me suspicious, and if there was ever a group that you want to be all hat and no cattle it’s the GOP boys. It’s safer for everyone involved. Republican Steering Committees apparently mean a whole another thing when they meet behind closed barn doors. And if you’re closing the door after the horse got out, well, that means your date just swiped left.

Now in the spirit of ridiculing those folks we probably should have some guardrails. I know that body shaming is taboo — and I know this is going to cross that line — but tell me that every time Marjorie Taylor-Greene opens her mouth you don’t see an asshole.

As for Trump himself, there are his hands. I don’t know if commenting on his abbreviated appendages is a bridge too far, since in my devout religious beliefs, Church of Latter Day Ain'ts, it was probably God punishing him for shoplifting too much as a kid. Also, it’s been said that his first venture into real estate was the purchase of a modest finger shop that was short on inventory.

Now hair is part of the body, but it’s more of a fashion choice. Fair game, I think. With Trump you’ve got a cotton candy comb over that starts in Queens and ends in Mar-a-Lago, and covers eight counties of landfill and the American Academy of Dermatology’s abridged version of The Wasteland.

His actual face might be out of bounds, but, hey, the orange stucco fronting his countenance, now that’s open for ridicule. I’d like to see the folks at the PBS home renovation series, This Old Man, do an episode on the re-application of that facade.

“Now, Tom here was able to break up and remove the old stuff using a road grader, a dozen clog dancers from rural Mississippi and two hundred M-80s, without damaging the underlying foundation. He then created a mixture of Industrial Orange Julius, Newt Gingrich mouth slime and Wisconsin-grade congealed cow snot for the new surfacing.”

“For the application he used a Cannon ink-jet printer, which he got a great deal on. Previously it had only been used to print judicial get-out-of-jail-free cards. Keep in mind, you’re never going to be able to get an exact match to the old color, but this is real close to the original putrid sheen."

(Author’s note: They were thinking about doing a This Old Man episode at 1600 Pennsylvania, but it was too structurally sound to be of interest to serious renovators. About the only thing they could think to do was installing some new energy-efficient tinted aviator windows. Some idiots wrote into the show asking them to do a tear down. They wanted to build a McMansion in, you guessed it, stucco with a chicken nugget orange color scheme. A few other idiots just wanted to put a Manchin there.)

Then there’s Lauren “An Intimate Intermission For Two — Bring The Kids!” Boebert. Lauren dropped out of high school, finding math particularly difficult — locker combination locks are hard like that. At the end of the year the janitorial staff had to use a bolt cutter to get into her locker. They found five guns and an open pack of gum with an attached handwritten note from her mother saying, “For oral use only — remember what happened last time!”

You know, we just gotta go back to Marjorie Toddler-Greene, Lauren’s frenemy. Again, another intellectual in the mold of Eric the Idiot. The brain has a makeup of 86 billion brain cells, so the skull is like a huge domed stadium, but with MTG the official gate attendance is exactly seven, and this is a bobblehead promotion night! She is a specialized ChatGPT program writing free shit for comedians.

Jeez, heaping ridicule on her is ridiculously easy. It’s like deer hunting in the off season and those hoofed suckers are caught off guard and not expecting it. “Yep, I checked the calendar and they're not supposed to be hunting us. Call the game warden again!”

Wow, MTG and Boebert, a graphic novel of A Tale of Two Shitties.

Now, back to Trump. George W. Bush had Karl Rove, known as Bush’s Brain. Donald Trump has Stephen Miller, Trump’s Psoriasis, a scaly, angry MAGA red rash that serves no other purpose than to afflict the body politic. What else can you say, other than he’s a hemorrhoid with an asshole problem.

I know that tagging Trump with nicknames has become a time honored tradition, much like singing the National Anthem at sporting events, pop-up shooting ranges at education faculties, retail outlets and domestic settings, and those shows about faded celebrities from the past: Where Are They Now? — otherwise known as Medicare Advantage Plan commercials.

Oh, let me digress. Wait until next fall when there will be only two things on TV, political ads and those commercials. You’ll be happy to scoop out your eyes balls with a melon ball spoon and flinging them straight into the garbage disposal. Nothing but net!

As for your ears, I’d suggest irrigating with warm water and a gentle molten steel prep and then swabbing them out with a back hoe. It may sound a little over the top, but after weeks of watching and listening to those ceaseless commercials the pain of my remedy will feel like a Bahama vacation in comparison. Little umbrella drinks for everyone!

Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

I’d like to tie things up by noting that in the spirit of a Ridicule Riot for Trump I’m tagging him with my own personal nickname to kick things off:

OrangeMangoOranatangoToadStoolMushroomFoolSmirkingJerkWalkThePerpPutinsPet LeashThatPestTearsInTheirEyeVPWithFliesSexualPredatorComliantEditorsKetchupStain OnTheBrainSoProfaneForcedBirtherDutySkirkerYuuugeBigglyLostLosingLoser

Yep, that is a very long sentence. And I’m hoping to see more of them for Trump.

Happy Ridiculing!

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