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Thursday, October 23, 2025

The Idiot




OK, here is a plan. Listen to the song by Stan Rodgers, The idiot. Next read the lyrics below and sing to the Stan Rodgers tune





The Hooplehead (Parody of “The Idiot”)

(to the tune of Stan Rogers’ “The Idiot”)

Verse 1:
They called me a fool when I left my school,
But I knew what I was doin’.
I went to the hills with the Tea Party thrills,
Where the facts are always losin’.
Now I’m sittin’ in town where the flags go up,
And logic’s been outlawed too,
They say “Six bucks for the pool’s too much,”
While they’re buyin’ more guns than they’ll ever use.

Chorus:
So I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
I love what Otto said,
He said duct tape can fix that pool,
And the Hooples all nodded their heads.
Yeah, I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
Got my Trump flag out instead,
While the kids swim laps in potholes,
And freedom rots in red.

Verse 2:
Down at McDonald’s, they sip on lies,
While Fox News hums along,
They’ll curse the town and praise the crown,
And think they’re never wrong.
They talk about “tyranny”
As they ban each book they see,
And call themselves patriots,
While they kill democracy.

Chorus (repeat)
So I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
Proud of what Otto said,
He’s buildin’ a kingdom of nonsense,
Where the smart folks all have fled.
Yeah, I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
Wearin’ red hats till I’m dead,
Can’t afford a pool for our children,
But I’ll buy more ammo instead.

Bridge:
Now the council meets, and the truth retreats,
Behind another prayer,
They call it “freedom,” I call it “fraud,”
But no one seems to care.
So I’ll raise a glass to the good old days,
When facts still meant a thing,
Before the Hooples crowned their king.

Final Chorus:
No, I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
And I’ll quote what Otto said:
“Why swim in a pool when a pothole’ll do?”
That’s progress in my head.
Yeah, I ain’t a fool, I’m a Hooplehead,
Livin’ where brains are shed,
But someday this town will wake up,
And paint the future blue instead.



A man suffering from mental illness controlling nuclear weapons

 

The Nuclear Near Miss — and the Trump Factor

Today’s New York Times features a chilling reminder: humanity has survived several close calls with nuclear war. Each time, disaster was averted not by luck, but by the wisdom and moral restraint of thoughtful, sane individuals—people who placed humanity above ego.

Now imagine those same split-second decisions in the hands of Donald Trump. The prospect should terrify every rational human being. Trump’s behavior has long made clear that he is unfit—his choices driven not by reason, compassion, or strategic thinking, but by narcissism and rage.

No nation, and certainly no planet, should have to depend on the impulse control of a man whose entire worldview revolves around self-glorification. The thought of a nuclear button resting under the trembling finger of a mentally unstable egomaniac should jolt us all awake.

When the future of civilization hangs on one person’s judgment, character matters. Intelligence and morality matter. Decency matters. The next time Americans choose their leaders, they should remember that survival itself may depend on it.



Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Now I can be the asshole I always wanted to be

The King on his throne


Trump’s America: The Unmasking of Our Worst Instincts

Donald Trump has done something no other American president has dared — he has unlocked the darkest corners of the American psyche. Under his example, racists, haters, and the crudest voices in our society have stepped proudly into the light, waving their anger like a badge of honor.

Where decency once drew a line, Trump erased it. His public barrage of insults, slurs, and cruelty has become the new political language for those who mistake rage for strength. The man in the lifted pickup, flying his Trump flag and flipping off anyone who dares to disagree, is not an accident — he is a reflection of Trump’s America.

When Trump posted a video of himself flying a jet and literally defecating on his opponents, it wasn’t just a juvenile act — it was a declaration. It told every extremist and every bully: this is who we are now.

Trump hasn’t made America great. He has made hatred fashionable, made ignorance loud, and made cruelty acceptable. The question for the rest of us — the people who still believe in decency, truth, and humanity — is whether we will let this new “morality” become our national identity.



The Revenge Presidancy

The Real Mission of the MAGA President

What is the main goal of the MAGA president? Simple: punish those who see through his greed and dishonesty.

Donald Trump’s slogan promised to Make America Great Again, but his actions have done the opposite. Under his influence, America’s standing in the world has plummeted. Division has deepened. Prices have soared. And truth itself has become the first casualty of his relentless campaign for personal power.

Instead of improving the lives of ordinary Americans, Trump’s energy has been devoted to attacking anyone who dares to expose him — former staff, journalists, comedians, and ordinary citizens. His message is clear: challenge me, and I’ll destroy you.

Recently, he even shared an AI-generated cartoon depicting himself defecating on those who oppose him — a perfect metaphor for his contempt toward the very people he once vowed to serve.

Trump’s America isn’t about greatness; it’s about grievance and revenge. The only thing he’s truly making great again is his own ego.



Your busted flat

The Mind of a Hooplehead

Maybe the lottery ticket will solve everything. Yeah, that’s the plan — because when your financial strategy involves Powerball, you’re basically an economic genius.

Maybe a new credit card will stretch the budget. Sure, that’ll fix it. Because what this economy really needs is more interest.

Here I am in my trailer park, wondering how I’ll ever afford a decent funeral — which, at this rate, could be sooner than expected. The car needs gas, McDonald’s hasn’t given me a raise since the Bush administration, and somehow, I’m starting to suspect those tattoos didn’t appreciate in value.

But hey — Trump’s still out there “Making America Great Again.” It’s just taking a little longer than expected. Like the resurrection. Or trickle-down economics.

The best part is, none of this is my fault. Nope. I learned that from the master himself — the orange Zen guru of blame deflection. It’s always someone else. Immigrants, the deep state, windmills. Windmills!

And if I can just get enough gas money to reach the casino, that’s where I’ll turn it all around. I’ll win big, fix the roof, and maybe even splurge on some new Halloween decorations. Because nothing says fiscal responsibility like betting your rent money on a slot machine while wearing a MAGA hat.

God bless America — land of opportunity, delusion, and two-for-one beer nights.



Tuesday, October 21, 2025






America Is Great Again — Just Ask the Hoopleheads

America is great again. You can tell because the busted flat folks at the end of the road still have enough for beer, cigarettes, and the casino slots—but not six bucks a month for a community pool. That’s real patriotism right there.

The new pool bond came up, and it was simple: pay the price of a six-pack each month so kids can swim, families can gather, and the town can look like it belongs in the 21st century. But the Hoopleheads had other priorities. “The Three Stooges”—Otto, Bell, and Ferris—declared the old pool could be fixed with duct tape, hope, and a Trump bumper sticker.

So the Hooples, puffing five-dollar cigarettes and drinking six-dollar beer, nodded in agreement. Six dollars for the town was outrageous—but six hundred for the casino made perfect sense.

Because this is what “making America great again” looks like:

  • We believe duct tape is a municipal strategy.

  • We think ignorance is patriotism.

  • We call facts “fake news.”

  • We cheer when our towns crumble, as long as our lies stand tall.

The Stooges keep the Tea Party fires burning, feeding the faithful a steady diet of conspiracy stew and Trump-flavored Kool-Aid. They promise the past will return if we just vote “no” on the future.

And so the cycle spins on. The Hooples vote against progress, then complain that the town never improves. The same folks who wave flags and shout about freedom can’t seem to grasp that civic responsibility is what freedom costs.

So yes—America is great again. The casinos are full, the schools are broke, and the town pool is a dry hole waiting for a miracle.



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