I'm glad Becky and I will be at a chamber music concert tonight while demented donny is on the podium spewing out his overflowing his diaper.
From that guy in Australia... THE STATE OF THE UNION: A FUCKING EULOGY FOR A DYING EMPIRE
So apparently America is doing a thing tonight. They're going to wheel out a near 80 year old relic from an Adderall fuelled era who looks like he was inflated with a bicycle pump, slapped with a fake tan from a Bunnings discount bin, and ask him to stand at a podium for two hours and tell you everything is fine.
Everything. Is. Fine.
The guy who cannot walk down a ramp without looking like a newborn giraffe on ice. The guy who loses his train of thought mid sentence so often that his speechwriters have started building in random pauses just so it looks intentional. The guy whose mouth is moving but what is coming out has all the coherence of a drunk uncle at Christmas who just discovered Facebook in 2019.
That guy. That guy is about to tell you the State of the Union.
And people are going to watch it. Voluntarily. With their own eyes and ears. Sit down, pour themselves a drink, and go, "Yeah, let's hear what the decaying tangerine has to say tonight."
Here is the State of the Union, mate. I will save you two fucking hours.
It is cooked. Completely, catastrophically, comprehensively cooked.
Your dollar is tanking. Your allies are gone, not drifting away, gone, like they changed their number and blocked you on everything. Canada is looking at you like an ex who finally got therapy. Europe has moved on. They are building their own shit now. They held emergency meetings, not about Russia, not about China, about you. About how to survive you. Let that sink in.
Your bond market is being quietly abandoned by every major economy on earth, because apparently when you spend four years threatening everyone, insulting your creditors, and governing like a mob boss at a casino he is about to burn down for the insurance money, people stop trusting you with their money. Wild concept.
Your healthcare system was already a fucking crime scene and he is turning it into a memorial.
Your social safety net? Being shredded by a man who has never once in his entire pampered, gold toilet, daddy's money life needed a safety net for anything. A man who went bankrupt six times and still landed on his feet because the system was built for people like him. And now he is in charge of that system. For you. For people who actually need it.
And who is he doing it for? Let us be honest. Let us just fucking say it out loud.
His mates. His extraordinarily, obscenely, eye wateringly rich mates. The ones who flew on the same planes as dead pedophiles and somehow, somehow, none of their names ever quite made it to the front page. Funny that. Funny how the files kept getting delayed. Funny how the guy who promised to release everything is also the guy whose name keeps appearing in the same social circles as the guy who did not kill himself.
Funny. Funny funny funny.
And tonight, he is going to stand there, swaying slightly, squinting at the teleprompter like it owes him money, that mouth doing that thing it does, that puckered little arsehole shaped grimace he pulls when he is reading words someone else wrote because his own words come out like a blender full of wet newspaper, and he is going to lie to your face.
He is going to tell you the economy is the greatest in history, while your grocery bill is eating your rent money.
He is going to tell you America is respected again, while NATO is quietly building contingency plans that do not include the United States.
He is going to tell you the border is secure, crime is down, the military is strong, the allies are back, the future is bright, and the crowd behind him, those empty, hollow, sycophantic fucking ghouls who sold every principle they ever pretended to have for a photo op and a mention on Truth Social, they are going to stand up and clap.
They are going to clap, folks. They are going to clap like trained seals at an aquarium that is on fire.
Because that is what enablers do. That is what cowards do. That is what people do when they have already made the deal and the only way to avoid accountability is to keep cheering, keep nodding, keep pretending the emperor's clothes are magnificent while the rest of the world watches a naked old man shuffle toward the podium.
The State of the Union is this:
A great nation, and yes, for all its flaws, it was genuinely great in ways that mattered, is being systematically hollowed out. Not by foreign enemies. Not by immigrants. Not by the people they keep blaming.
By one man. And the spineless, greedy, morally bankrupt parade of arseholes who let him do it. Who helped him do it. Who fundraised for him doing it. Who looked at everything he was and everything he had done and said, "Yeah, that is our guy."
That is the State of the Union.
You can watch him say otherwise for two hours if you want.
Or you can just accept that the building is on fire, the guy holding the hose is selling the water, and the State of the fucking Union is, to use the precise, technical, economic term, absolutely fucked.
And I'm betting not a single word about the doctored Trump Epstein Files 
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