Okay, nothing against these three anorexic bleach-blond termagents with faces that could split wood. No, not those three in particular, because there are countless others who fit the same description who look the same, sound the same, all Trump supporters now or in the past and usually have done a stint on Faux News. But they’re all interchangeable anyway so I settled for these three since it’s the words I want to explain:
Like HECATE, NAGA, BALAUA, PYDRA, TRIDEVI, CERBERUS, all Greco-Roman, Indo Repo mythological names for female witches, demons, vampires, underworld creatures who give credence to the line above them that says “BLESSED BE THE LIE THAT BLINDS” and all the other lines that make reference to their stock-in-trade and if you take the time and blow it up you’ll see all sorts of down and dirty innuendos all worthy of a lawsuit from any one of them with the exception of their faces which dawned on me where the expression battle-axe came from.
Not that I should talk. If you ever saw that caricature of me on page 10, 11, 12 in Confessions of St. Augustine you’d think we’re siblings. Not to mention that akimbo pose he’s got me in. Like some character out of Proust.
Not the most flattering picture and in this day and age we’re all characters out of Vanity Fair anyway, where Thackeray states right up front “A novel without a hero.”
An understatement. The Donnie Diaries is a novel where they’re all villains! Criminals! Every last one of them: like Nazi Germany where they’re ALL complicit! As Dietrich Bonhoeffer said, “Silence in the face of evil is itself evil.”
I refer to the Trumpers of course. Bella-Caio Bella-Caio Bella-Caio-Caio-Ciao for all the rest in spite of all their flaws. Because you see all revolutionaries are my heroes. At least for now. Later when we rid the world of this stain on our country, we can go back to healthy dialectics, but when you have a five alarm fire we don’t have the luxury.
Look at Watergate. Both sides eventually came through. But here? The man has blood on his hands out out damn spot will these hands never be clean who is the father of lies all the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made sacrifices on the altar of their orange god Macbeth doth murdered sleep no more redrum redrum yeah and if you look a lot closer there’s a lot more like what does CIC stand for and all the throw away lines but what gets me is how can women support such a misogynist? Quiet Piggy! Dog. Fat pig. Slob. Disgusting animal. Horseface. Bimbo. Grab’em by the pussy. And of course every body has a low IQ unless they support him.
And when all this springs from the Epstein Files with this monster going so far as to now be guilty of the lives of untold hundreds of people possibly thousands and quite possibly World War III? Meanwhile his heretofore invisible “wife?” calls for a hail Mary with the Epstein Files because she really cares about the victims or she’s anticipating her own name being dragged through the mud with the upcoming book The Rise and Fall of the House of York about her affair with Epstein a year before she met Donnie and she’s already trying to sue them? (and not to mention Amanda Ungaro which sounds like a disease or a skin rash but at the very least a Pandora’s Box that would explode any credibility she has into full-blown tabloid dirt for every muckraker out there). Or the war is going SO badly now instead of using the war to distract from Epstein it’s now the reverse:
EPSTEIN TO DISTRACT FROM THE WAR!
What was I saying about Vanity Fair? A novel without a hero?
Dr. Phineas T. RedwellÂ