
This could be the winner for the Presidential Walk of Fame.













Fair.

Lol Fake News. Link (not some Fakebook post) to where the results of Trump‘s physical state 4.8% body fat?


No.


Not surprised.

Every now and then—like clockwork, or rather a persistent fungal rash—some bootlicking MAGA dipshit with the critical thinking skills of a broken vending machine will find their way into the comments section of one of my posts (or a share of it) and reflexively start regurgitating that tired, flaccid little acronym: “TDS”—Trump Derangement Syndrome—like they’re casting some kind of anti-woke voodoo spell to ward off the unbearable threat of a functioning frontal lobe.
These “people” aren’t debating or engaging in good faith with anything of substance. They’re simply parroting—gas-huffing, Fox News-addled flesh puppets squawking out pre-chewed buzzwords and slogans they picked up between OAN segments and dumbass Facebook memes. “TDS” is a verbal drool stain of the highest order, and not anything resembling a coherent argument. It’s a caveman grunt. A pathological reflex from people whose neurons fire like wet lighters.
The only real “derangement” happening is from the deranged reality these fucking simpletons cling to like a security blanket soaked in piss and denial. They literally worship the most pathetic excuse for a human being who speaks in scrambled toupee riddles and full-blown semantic diarrhea—and they have the fucking gall to accuse others of mental instability? Please. The only syndrome in effect is the terminal bootlicker brain-rot also coincidentally known as TDS—but rather meaning Trump Dick Sucking—that these bipedal fungal infections suffer from. It’s aggressively contagious, and evidently untreatable.
These weaponized simpletons, with their warped American flags and bald eagles tattooed on their big, fat beer guts, think yelling “TDS” is some kind of intellectual gotcha—when really, it’s just bumper-sticker logic slapped over a leaking septic tank of shit ideology.
Many of them genuinely believe they’re smarter than—and even superior to—everyone else. That their ability to sneer, post “Let’s Go Brandon,” and dismiss every single intelligent and rational critique of the orange gasbag as derangement somehow puts them ahead of the curve. But these people don’t have any actual ideas—they just have impulse reactions on par with proto-primates. The second you ask them to define inflation or name a second constitutional amendment besides the one tattooed on their rippled asscheek, they implode from sheer neural misfiring.
“TDS” was invented by right-wing operatives who don’t even respect the Trump base they pretend to care about but rather exploit. They just know what the rest of us all know: their audience—the Trump base—is fucking stupid, dangerously gullible, emotionally reactive, and addicted to outrage like a lab rat addicted to narcotics. So they toss them little word pellets like “TDS,” “woke,” or “cancel culture,” and sit back with smirks while these poor, gurgling bastards swallow them whole and start foaming at the mouth in the comments section—or worse, in actual human conversation. It’s psychological fast food for a crowd that’s never read a real fucking book but thinks yelling at drag queens and librarians somehow counts as political discourse.
So to those this little screed of mine describes—go ahead. Keep saying “TDS.” Type it out proudly with your grubby little cheeto crusted fingers, between rage posts about gas prices and how the government is somehow making your stove gay. Because every single time you do, it’s not the ‘own’ you think it is—it’s a flare in the sky for the rest of us. A big, red, blinking warning sign that says: “I am the intellectual equivalent of a clogged toilet.” It tells the entire rest of the world that you can’t argue, can’t think, and can’t function outside the echo chamber you’ve duct-taped your already fragile and pathetic identity to. And frankly, that helps. Because the rest of us are taking notes. We’re making damn sure that people who turned their brains into rancid cult pulp for a geriatric cheese puff with a fraud record longer than its tie are never—and I mean fucking never—handed the keys to the goddamn car that is American political discourse and governance ever again.

Holy TL/DR rant. What do ya‘ll think? Stage 4?kalm wrote: ↑Sun Oct 26, 2025 9:57 am Irrefutable TDS alert!![]()
Every now and then—like clockwork, or rather a persistent fungal rash—some bootlicking MAGA dipshit with the critical thinking skills of a broken vending machine will find their way into the comments section of one of my posts (or a share of it) and reflexively start regurgitating that tired, flaccid little acronym: “TDS”—Trump Derangement Syndrome—like they’re casting some kind of anti-woke voodoo spell to ward off the unbearable threat of a functioning frontal lobe.
These “people” aren’t debating or engaging in good faith with anything of substance. They’re simply parroting—gas-huffing, Fox News-addled flesh puppets squawking out pre-chewed buzzwords and slogans they picked up between OAN segments and dumbass Facebook memes. “TDS” is a verbal drool stain of the highest order, and not anything resembling a coherent argument. It’s a caveman grunt. A pathological reflex from people whose neurons fire like wet lighters.
The only real “derangement” happening is from the deranged reality these fucking simpletons cling to like a security blanket soaked in piss and denial. They literally worship the most pathetic excuse for a human being who speaks in scrambled toupee riddles and full-blown semantic diarrhea—and they have the fucking gall to accuse others of mental instability? Please. The only syndrome in effect is the terminal bootlicker brain-rot also coincidentally known as TDS—but rather meaning Trump Dick Sucking—that these bipedal fungal infections suffer from. It’s aggressively contagious, and evidently untreatable.
These weaponized simpletons, with their warped American flags and bald eagles tattooed on their big, fat beer guts, think yelling “TDS” is some kind of intellectual gotcha—when really, it’s just bumper-sticker logic slapped over a leaking septic tank of shit ideology.
Many of them genuinely believe they’re smarter than—and even superior to—everyone else. That their ability to sneer, post “Let’s Go Brandon,” and dismiss every single intelligent and rational critique of the orange gasbag as derangement somehow puts them ahead of the curve. But these people don’t have any actual ideas—they just have impulse reactions on par with proto-primates. The second you ask them to define inflation or name a second constitutional amendment besides the one tattooed on their rippled asscheek, they implode from sheer neural misfiring.
“TDS” was invented by right-wing operatives who don’t even respect the Trump base they pretend to care about but rather exploit. They just know what the rest of us all know: their audience—the Trump base—is fucking stupid, dangerously gullible, emotionally reactive, and addicted to outrage like a lab rat addicted to narcotics. So they toss them little word pellets like “TDS,” “woke,” or “cancel culture,” and sit back with smirks while these poor, gurgling bastards swallow them whole and start foaming at the mouth in the comments section—or worse, in actual human conversation. It’s psychological fast food for a crowd that’s never read a real fucking book but thinks yelling at drag queens and librarians somehow counts as political discourse.
So to those this little screed of mine describes—go ahead. Keep saying “TDS.” Type it out proudly with your grubby little cheeto crusted fingers, between rage posts about gas prices and how the government is somehow making your stove gay. Because every single time you do, it’s not the ‘own’ you think it is—it’s a flare in the sky for the rest of us. A big, red, blinking warning sign that says: “I am the intellectual equivalent of a clogged toilet.” It tells the entire rest of the world that you can’t argue, can’t think, and can’t function outside the echo chamber you’ve duct-taped your already fragile and pathetic identity to. And frankly, that helps. Because the rest of us are taking notes. We’re making damn sure that people who turned their brains into rancid cult pulp for a geriatric cheese puff with a fraud record longer than its tie are never—and I mean fucking never—handed the keys to the goddamn car that is American political discourse and governance ever again.


Time to move BDK and CH to hospice.



Skilled nursing, then palliative care, then hospice. There’s an order to these things. They have decades to live as long as they don’t hurt themselves.

From the two



Sorry, there's no funding. It was cut in trump's Budget Busting Behemoth. Unfortunately, it's straight to hospice for both of them.

Why are they doing the Nazi salute?

The beauty of modern photography - if you take enough pictures (and just use sport mode for a regular camera and it takes like 10 photos a second) I'm sure anyone who lifts their arm in any way can have one of those 1000's of photos look like a Nazi salute. This stuff feeds the trolls on internet to no end!

I was hoping someone would catch that. Well done ‘88.