Voenix Rising

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Little Donny Fuckface is what would happen if an overripe diaper became a real boy. he’s that full of shit.

the United Nations General Assembly in is session right now, and yesterday was Donny’s turn to address the gathered diplomats and heads of state.

unlike last year, Dear Leader and his Slovenian rent-a-wife were never in danger of getting escalatored to smithereens.

nor did Donny’s teleprompter go fuckity-bye right in the middle of his speech, as it did last year — but you kind of wish it had, though. because the prepared text that Donny read from yesterday was a big bucket of holy shit.

“I have a big decision to make. will a deal be made with Iran that lets them rebuild and create a far greater country than it ever was before, maybe one of the greatest in the Middle East or even the world? or do I annihilate the Islamic Republic and do it quickly, never giving them a chance to kill and destroy people and countries again? do I drive them into hell with no chance of survival and no hope of future greatness or generations? but I believe we will make a deal, right after the election.”

Jesus H Christ. lighten the fuck up, Francis.

who even talks like this? what part of United Nations does Donny need explained to him? you’re not supposed to stand up and casually threaten to send another member nation to hell. the only uniting that Donny is doing, is uniting the rest of the world against us. we’re a rogue nation now. America — the country where the United Nations chose to be headquartered, because back in 1945, no one could have imagined that Donny’s dystopian hellscape is the country we would become, 81 years later.

oh, and mad props to whoever it was at MSNOW who wrote this caption.

“Trump touts being a peacemaker while asking if he should annihilate Iran.”

if that doesn’t say it all, I don’t know what does.

Donny is like an ill-mannered six-year-old at another kid’s birthday party, and all he can talk about is how he wants to smash everyone else’s toys. he’s a psychopath. 

how many times has he now threatened to fuck Iran’s shit but good? by my count, it’s exactly elventyskillionpickledillion. if it’s a day that ends in y, Donny’s threatening total obliteration, like no one thought possible.

during Donny’s tirade, the Iranian delegation got up and walked out — but if it had been me, I would have just sat there, rolling my eyes and miming jerk-off motions, because let’s get real. Donny’s not going to do any of that shit.he’s all mouth and no brain, and everyone who isn’t already a cultist is so fucking tired of Donny’s worn-out act.

oh, and Donny didn’t just vow to get all explodey with Iran. he also threatened Mexico and Cuba, and bragged about having stolen all of Venezuela’s oil. perfectly normal stuff — if you’re an out-of-control madman.

but if you thought Donny’s Iran rant was pure crazypants, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. get ready for a triple-fuckton of gibberish.

“the United States also totally rejects any attempt to construct a globalist scheme to control for the— artificial INTELLIGENCE being spoken of SO MUCH now, herein and after officially called SUPER— intelligence. changing the name, and that the use of the word artificial makes intelligence fake. it makes intelligence fake. it makes it sound fake, and it is not fake. it’s actually— amazing. but we have to be careful. IN FACT, it is exactly the opposite of— what it— purports. from this point forward, ALL OF United States documents and hopefully the world’s will be changed to use the much more ACCURATE term SUPER, as opposed to artificial. so it’s— super— intelligence. in other words, WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD of super intelligence, dash, SI. SI. let’s see if that goes. sounds much better, it is much better, and it’s much more accurate. let’s see if I have any power. maybe I do and maybe I don’t. we’re going to find out pretty soon. SUPER INTELLIGENCE. every major new technology brings challenges.”

oh my god. the prepared text was ‘intelligence — SI’ and Donny read it as ‘intelligence dash SI.’ what a fucking idiot.

imagine being a world leader, or a top member of your nation’s diplomatic corps, and having your time and expertise wasted by having to sit there and listen to some low-wattage idiot shit out his crazypants idea to rename janky, six-fingered plagiarism robots.

welcome to Donny’s latest infantile obsession. while the entire world goes to shit all around us, Dear Leader’s got a grand scheme to rename AI to SI.

why should Donny — or anyone — give a shit what AI is called? because he and his felonious sons are heavily invested in data centers, that’s why.they stand to make a mint off this shit, and so — while the rest of us are worried about some rogue AI causing an extinction-level event — this corrupt old carnival barker thinks he can make AI more marketable by renaming it.

oh, and speaking of Donny’s fixation on names, check out this bit, from his meeting with the UK’s brand spanking new Prime Minister.

“he asks good questions, but— and I think there’s a tremendous patriotism, in Britain. we call it the United Kingdom, Britain, sometimes England, you to back to the old— it’s got more names than any other place in the world. and sometimes you have to be educated as to what— but uh, there’s great patriotism in the country. and they want to see— great things happen.”

they say that first impressions are everything — and Donny’s fucktangle of incoherence was British PM’s Andy Burnham very first impression of Dear Leader. 

as a head of state, how can you possibly prep for that? it’s one thing to have your advisors brief you on what to expect. ‘sir, he’s a little bit— unusual.’

it’s another thing entirely to actually sit right beside him and smell the diaper, gaze at the clownish makeup, the rotting hands and the neckgina, and actually hear the gibberish seeping from his rancid anus-mouth — some fuckbrained nonsense about how ‘the UK has so many names, and you have to be educated.’

that’s right, PM Burham, everything you were told about how Donny is ‘as if Dunning and Kruger had a baby, and then dropped it on its head,’is true.

but you know, it’s not just the United Kingdom’s that known by a lot of names. so is our own country. 

we’re America. we’re the United States, we’re the USA — and now we’re Donny Convict’s Dystopian Hellscape.

lucky us.

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now let’s watch Dear Leader’s head explode when CNN’s Kaitlan Collins has the utter temerity to ask him a question.

Kaitlan Collins: “Mr President, two thirds of Americans don’t think the US is winning the war with Iran. When will it end?”

Donny: “I’m surprised that CNN is here covering me.”

Collins: “the United Nations allowed us in, sir.”

Donny: “you should not be here covering me. you said you weren’t going to be covering me. you shouldn’t be covering me.”

boo fucking hoo, bro. your infantile ban (and the subsequent major network boycott) only applies to what goes on in the White House. Kaitlan Collins has every right to be in the United Nations, questioning you about your unwinnable Iranian clusterfuck that indeed, no one asked for and is overwhelmingly unpopular.

dry your eyes and eat binkie, Preznit Piss-Baby.

and so, another of Donny’s yearly spectacles at the United Nations has come and gone — and, as usual, he shit the bed, completely embarrassing himself and his country.

he threatened allies and adversaries. he praised himself, and boasted about his imaginary accomplishments. he rambled incoherently about insignificant shit that matters to no one but him — and he whined like the colicky piss-baby he is.

remember, none of this is normal — and someday, this war’s gonna end.

the midterm elections are just 41 days away. let’s see if we can restore dignity and sanity to this country — and maybe even begin to dismantle Donny’s dystopian hellscape.

vote.

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this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:

practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.

to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.

we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.

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