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Memorial Day Mourning: When Patriotism Meets Disrespect

“A nation that forgets its fallen has already surrendered its soul.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Today, ancestors, I need you close. I need every grandmother who prayed over folded flags. Every great‑uncle who never made it home. Every lineage‑bearer who stood against tyranny with nothing but grit, fear, and a trembling hope that their sacrifice would mean something. I need them all gathered around this fire with me. Because my heart is breaking in a way I can feel in my teeth.

Memorial Day is supposed to be sacred. A day of reverence. A day where the air itself feels heavy with memory. A day where we whisper “thank you” to the ones who went in our place. I don’t care how they voted. What bumper sticker they had. Or what political arguments they hollered at the TV. They went. They stood in the line of fire so I didn’t have to. They carried the weight of a nation on their backs. And some never came home to tell the story.

And now. We are living in an era where their sacrifices are being mocked. Minimized. And twisted into political theater. Where illegal war chew up American lives for reasons that don’t hold water. Where the Commander‑in‑Chief has openly called fallen soldiers “losers” and “suckers,” according to multiple reports from former officials. And I swear, ancestors, I can feel you shifting in your graves like, “We did NOT fight fascism for this.”

Let me be clear. This isn’t about politics. This is about decency, honor, and basic human respect. And they are the qualities that should never be partisan. And yet here we are. Watching behavior that would’ve gotten any of our mamas slapped with a sandal for raising someone so disrespectful. Here are examples that are widely reported. Documented. And discussed. They are of how Donald Trump has disrespected veterans and fallen soldiers.

  • Calling fallen soldiers “losers” and “suckers”– reported by multiple sources which including former senior officials. My ancestors just collectively rolled their eyes so hard the earth tilted.
  • Skipping a WWI cemetery visit in France because “it was raining.” Sir, they fought in trenches full of mud, blood, and rats the size of emotional support animals. You can handle a drizzle.
  • Attacking Gold Star families-families who lost loved ones in service. The audacity. The disrespect. The spiritual malpractice.
  • Mocking Senator John McCain’s capture-“I like people who weren’t captured.” My ancestors are now pacing the room with hands on hips.
  • Using the military as political props-something every veteran I know despises. Because service is not a campaign backdrop.
  • Delaying military aid for political leverage-which put actual soldiers at risk. The ancestors have now lit their own charcoal.

And the emotional stability? Lord. It’s giving “someone sprinting down the interstate with their bra and underwear on the outside of their clothes.” It’s giving me chaos. It’s giving “not a single ancestor signed off on this behavior.” And the compassion? About as present as a cactus at a cuddle party.

This is not how you honor the fallen. This is not how you respect the living. This is not how you lead a nation that has buried far too many of its children. My ancestors fought authoritarianism with their bare hands. Their last breaths. Their prayers whispered into the dirt. And now authoritarianism is parading through our streets wearing a red hat and a tantrum. While insisting it’s the second coming of patriotism. It’s not patriotism. It’s performance. And it’s breaking my heart.

And so, on this Memorial Day. I stand here with the charcoal lit. And the ancestors gathered like a celestial neighborhood watch, I have to say it plainly. America cannot honor its fallen while allowing a man who dodged the draft five times to strut around pretending to be the patron saint of patriotism. America cannot claim to respect sacrifice while elevating someone who avoided service with the infamous “bone spurs” excuse. A condition that miraculously healed the moment the danger passed and the privilege resumed. America cannot pretend to value courage while applauding someone whose greatest battle was apparently against accountability.

Because let’s be honest. The disrespect being hurled at our veterans and fallen soldiers isn’t coming from a place of strength. It’s coming from a place of entitlement so bloated it could have its own gravitational pull. It’s coming from a man who has never had to work for anything. Who has never known the terror of a battlefield. Who has never stood in the boots of the people he mocks.

And the behavior? Hold my sweet tea. We are watching a grown man. A man who holds the highest office in the land. Who is behaving with the emotional steadiness of someone who discovered social media for the first time and decided to treat it like a 3 a.m. confessional booth. Extended blinking sessions like he’s buffering. Late‑night ranting on whatever platform will still have him like Temu Twitter. And typing like a raccoon who found a phone in a staff member’s purse at a memory care facility. And is now live‑blogging its escape attempt.

And the consistency? The only thing consistent is the stench both literal and the metaphorical odor of disrespect, chaos, and ego that follows him like a cloud of Axe body spray applied by a teenager who doesn’t understand dosage.

Meanwhile, our fallen soldiers. The ones who actually knew sacrifice. Who actually faced danger. Who actually gave everything. Are being used as props in a performance that dishonors everything they stood for. My ancestors fought tyrants who believed they were above the people. Above the truth. And now, authoritarianism is parading through our streets loud. Petty. Self‑obsessed. And wrapped in a flag it does not deserve to touch.

So, hear me clearly. I honor our fallen. I honor our veterans. I honor every soul who went in my place so I could live free. But I will not and cannot stay silent while their memory is dragged through the mud by someone who never carried anything heavier than his own ego. This Memorial Day, I stand with the ancestors, the fallen, and the truth. And to the one disrespecting them? Your performance is over. Your act is tired. And the nation you claim to love deserves better. Thanks for reading! God bless those who lost their lives and took a stand against fascism and tyranny. What are your thoughts?

Affirmation: I honor the brave. I speak the truth. And I stand with the ancestors who fought for freedom before me.

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Light the Charcoal: A Southern Exorcism of America’s Rape Culture

“Rape culture doesn’t survive because predators are powerful. It survives because communities are silent.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Call the ancestors. Summon the willfully blind Christians. And the politicians who pretend not to hear. We need to talk about rape culture in America. The one our government, our churches, and our “good Christian families” keep blessing with silence, excuses, and casseroles. And yes, I said “blessing.” Because at this point the way folks defend predators looks less like morality. And more like a full‑blown revival service for the unholy.

Let’s be real. The state of rape culture is a national embarrassment with a prayer chain. If any case even remotely resembled the Epstein files in another era, investigators would’ve been sprinting like their pensions depended on it. They would’ve been flipping mattresses. Interrogating houseplants. And subpoenaing the family dog.

But now? Now we’ve got a chunk of society the red hats, pearl‑clutchers, and “I did my own research” prophets. Who are bending over backwards to excuse behavior that would’ve made the Old Testament God pull out the smiting stick. And the churches? The churches are quieter than a deacon caught with his hand in the offering plate.

Pastors out here preaching “love thy neighbor” while refusing to even look at the neighbors who’ve been raped. Abused. Trafficked. Or discarded. Why? Because calling out evil might upset Brother Bob and Sister Brenda. The ones who tithe big and sin bigger. They’re terrified of making their donors have uncomfortable fee‑fees in their tum‑tums.

Meanwhile the Jesus they claim to follow? He would’ve flipped those tables. Reset them. And flipped them again like a CrossFit workout. But modern conservative Christianity? They’re too busy protecting their reputations and their potlucks to protect actual people. The hypocrisy is Olympic‑level.

They brag saying, “We donated clothes!” “We gave canned goods!” “We helped an organization!” But ask them, “Have you gone into homeless camps?” “Have you met LGBTQ+ folks and learned their needs?” “Have you talked to gang‑involved youth?” “Have you gone into prisons?” “Have you sat with a rape survivor and listened without judgment?” The answer is always, “No, but we thought about donating more socks.”

And the truth is this. They don’t want the stories. They don’t want the truth. They don’t want the discomfort. They want selective compassion. The kind that doesn’t require them to confront their own cowardice.

In the Deep South, especially places like Petal, Mississippi, silence is a religion all its own. People will gossip about who bought a new lawnmower. But mention rape, molestation, trafficking, or abuse and suddenly everyone’s got laryngitis. Your own family? They’d rather call you dramatic than confront the truth that predators thrive in silence. And that silence is a community project.

They’ll say, “That was a long time ago.,” “Why didn’t she tell someone earlier?,” “You need to move past it.” Or my personal favorite, “That’s water under the bridge.” Ma’am that “bridge” is built out of victims’ bones. And me a survivor who endured years of marital rape, stalking, gas lighting, humiliation, sexual perversion, coercion, and religiously‑justified abuse is still paying the price while they protect their comfort.

We live in a country where victims are interrogated. Predators are defended. Power is worshipped. Accountability is optional. And “locker room talk” is treated like scripture. People will twist themselves into pretzels to excuse the powerful. Even when over 1,000 children were harmed by the Epstein network, according to released documents. But sure. Let’s keep pretending the real threat is drag queens reading books.

I’ve worked with the hardest populations. The ones society throws away. And I’ve seen what happens when someone finally shows them compassion. The anger softens. The armor cracks. The humanity shows. The tears fall. And the healing begins just like it did with me after years of facing condemnation over compassion.

But conservative Christianity? They’d rather cling to superiority than step into the mess where Jesus actually lived. Jesus wasn’t selective. But they are. Jesus didn’t avoid the “dirty people.” But they do. Jesus didn’t say “somebody will help them.” But they do.

Let the truth rise like smoke. If America insists on normalizing rape culture through silence, excuses, politics, and selective morality, then let it be known, “We will not be quiet. We will not be polite. We will not protect predators. We will not bow to cowardice disguised as Christianity.” We stand on the side of consent, truth, survivors, and actual justice. Not the watered‑down, donor‑approved version preached from pulpits.

And to every person who says, “Why didn’t she leave?” “Why are you still talking about it?” Here’s your answer. Silence is how rape culture survives. And speaking is how we burn it to the ground.

And since we’re already in the deep end, let me go ahead and say the quiet part out loud. I’ve got people in my own family, bless their self‑appointed expertise hearts, who genuinely believe that if they weren’t physically present for the rape, then it simply did not occur. As if trauma requires a witness. As if my pain needs their signature to be valid. As if the only crimes that count are the ones they personally supervise.

Apparently they’ve never heard of how perpetrators keep victims silent. The threats. The manipulation. The shame. The fear. The isolation. The psychological warfare that could make a grown oak tree curl in on itself. They don’t know. Nor do they want to know what happens to a victim’s character the moment she speaks up. The smear campaigns. The disbelief. The “are you sure?” The “don’t ruin his life.” The “you’re exaggerating.” The “you must want money.” The “you’re being dramatic.” The “that was so long ago.”

Look no further than the current political climate. And the biases people cling to like life rafts. Truth is dangerous because truth destroys propaganda. Truth makes people wrong. Truth forces accountability. And Lord knows some folks would rather swallow a cactus whole than admit they were wrong. 

Not all religious people. But let’s be honest about the ratios. This isn’t a blanket statement about every religious person or every church. I’ve met the ones who actually step into the uncomfortable places. The ones who sit with survivors. Walk into homeless camps. Support LGBTQ+ youth. Visit prisons. And show compassion without needing applause.

Those people? They’re angels in work boots. They don’t need a spotlight. They don’t need a plaque. They don’t need a Facebook post. But they are the minority. The majority? They’re too busy polishing their image. Protecting their comfort. And pretending that if they ignore the suffering long enough, it’ll politely disappear like a casserole dish after a funeral.

Most people can’t handle the truth because the truth would force them to confront their own biases. Their own silence. Their own complicity. Their own selective morality. Their own willingness to defend power over people. And that’s why they cling to denial like it’s a family heirloom. Because if they admit the truth, my truth, your truth, the truth of millions of survivors, then they have to admit that the world they defend is built on harm. And that’s a reckoning they’re not ready for.

In my life, I have paid a very big price. And I’m still paying it with every day, every breath, every memory that wasn’t mine to still carry 29 years later. But it got stapled to my soul anyway. Because a culture built on silence and excuses decided my pain was inconvenient.

And this is what rape culture does. It hands the bill to the victim. And gives the perpetrator a coupon code for sympathy. In a world shaped by the likes of Jeffrey Epstein, Ghislaine Maxwell, Donald Trump, and their other active participants. And a political environment where some people normalize. Excuse. Or minimize harm. I’m over here begging folks to simply stand on the side of consent. Not on the side of “well, boys will be boys” or “that’s just locker room talk.”

Because let’s be honest. It’s not. There’s a whole slice of society that treats sexual violence like a PR inconvenience instead of the life‑shattering trauma it is. A whole slice that will twist themselves into pretzels to defend power, wealth, and status. Even when the harm is undeniable. Be the person who stands with survivors. Not the person who shrugs at abuse. Simply because the abuser is someone you voted for. Prayed with. Or admired on TV.

Be the person who actually says, “No. Consent matters. People matter. Accountability matters.” The alternative is the cultural shrug. The political excuses. The religious silence is exactly how rape culture stays alive and well. And I refuse to pretend otherwise. We’re done whispering. The fire is lit. And my voice is getting louder. Thanks for reading! What are your experiences with this?

Affirmation: My truth is not too heavy. My story is not too late. My voice is not too loud. I am the fire that exposes what others fear to face.

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Things I Trust More Than The CurrentAdministration: Mental Health Edition

“Some days my mental health is held together by snacks, spite, and the sheer terror of having to explain myself to another human being. And honestly, that’s more stability than most systems offer.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the ancestors clock in because I’m about to say something that requires spiritual PPE. Welcome back where the tea is hot. The coping skills are lukewarm. And the bar for institutional competence is lying somewhere under my therapist’s couch next to a rogue fidget cube and three generations of dust bunnies.

That’s the only proper way to open Things I Trust More Than the Current Administration: Mental Health Edition. The moment I even think about federal decision‑making and mental‑health infrastructure in the same sentence, my spirit guides start passing around clipboards like, “Everybody hydrate. This one’s gonna be long.” The energy gets so chaotic my coping skills start unionizing. My weighted blanket files a grievance. Even my therapist’s office plant, dead since the Bush administration, leans in like, “Girl, you good?”

And yet here we are. Gathered in this sacred digital sanctuary. Ready to name every ridiculous, raggedy, unexpectedly reliable thing that still manages to show up for my mental health more consistently than the systems allegedly designed to support it. Pull up a chair. Grab your emotional support beverage. And let’s begin this wellness séance.

Let me tell you something right now. As a lifelong member of the “I’ve been in therapy long enough to qualify for tenure” community, I have developed a sixth sense for nonsense. I can smell chaos before it even clocks in for its shift. I can hear a red flag rustling in the wind like a Confederate reenactor’s polyester uniform. And I can taste when a system is about to disappoint me.

If surviving American bureaucracy has taught me anything, It’s that my mental health journey has been held together with prayer, Post‑its, and the sheer willpower of every exhausted clinician who has ever said, “Let’s circle back to that. “And yet, even that feels sturdier than whatever the federal decision‑making process is doing right now.

Pull up a chair. Grab your emotional support beverage. And let’s talk about all the things big, small, and unhinged that I trust more than the folks allegedly steering this ship.

1. The coping skills handout they gave me in 2009 that said, “Try breathing.”

If breathing was going to fix my life, it would’ve done it by now. But you know what? That little laminated sheet has never lied to me, ghosted me, or changed its story mid-sentence. It just sits there, quietly suggesting oxygen like a supportive aunt.

2. The hospital blanket that feels like it was woven from recycled Brillo pads.

Scratchy? Yes. Comforting? Weirdly, yes. And it’s more reliable than any federal plan I’ve seen in the last decade? Tragically, yes again.

3. The therapy office plant that has been dead since Obama’s first term.

That plant has seen things. That plant has heard things. And that plant has never once pretended it was going to “circle back.”

4. The group therapy participant who always says, “I’m not sure if this is relevant,” and then drops the most relevant thing anyone has ever said.

That person is the backbone of America. That person deserves a medal, a parade, and a lifetime supply of fidget toys.

 5. The antidepressant that took six weeks to kick in and then said, “I’ll give you 12%.”

Twelve percent is still more than I’ve gotten from some institutions. Twelve percent is practically a stimulus package.

6. The crisis hotline hold music.

Is it soothing? No. Is it confusing? Yes. Does it at least show up? Also, yes. That’s more than I can say for some systems allegedly designed to “serve the people.”

7. The therapist who says, “Let’s unpack that,” knowing full well we’re about to open a suitcase from 1997.

Do I trust them? Absolutely. Do I trust the government to fund mental health care with the same enthusiasm? Let me just go ahead and laugh in Southern.

8. The mood tracker app that keeps asking if I’m “thriving.”

No, sweetheart. But I appreciate your optimism. And optimism is more than I’ve been handed by certain national infrastructures.

9. The weighted blanket that feels like it’s trying to smother me into emotional stability.

At least it’s trying.

10. My own intrusive thoughts.

Say what you want about them, but they’re consistent. They show up on time. And they don’t pivot their messaging halfway through the fiscal year.

And that concludes today’s testimony from the Church of High Copays and Low Patience. May your paperwork be accepted on the first try. May your therapist stay in‑network forever. And may your coping skills rise up like a well‑funded program. Because we all know the actual programs won’t.

May your coping skills be sturdy. Your boundaries be fortified. And your therapy bills be mysteriously covered by a benevolent universe. May every system that claims to care about mental health actually prove it with funding, access, and compassion. And may you always trust yourself more than any institution that has ever made you fill out the same form 14 times. The real administration is the one inside your head. And that cabinet meeting is already wild enough.

At the end of the day, my ragtag mental‑health toolkit with half vibes, and half stubbornness still shows up with more reliability than any administration that can’t streamline a single form. I’ll keep trusting my weighted blanket. I trust any system that doesn’t need three committees and a prayer to approve a budget. Even my intrusive thoughts have a better attendance record than the folks running the show. Amen, Ashe, and may the next fiscal year treat us better than the last. That’s the real plot twist I’m praying for.

Affirmation: I am doing the absolute most with the absolute least. And I’m still managing to shine. 

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Things I Trust More Than This Administration: Like That One Edible That Had Me Speaking to Furniture

“When the world feels wobbly, I let the sage smoke rise. The blunt burn slow. And the ancestors remind me that clarity don’t come from chaos. It comes from choosing yourself on purpose.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the smoke rise like it’s filing a complaint with HR on my behalf. Lord, every time I look at the folks allegedly “in charge,” my spirit does that little Windows‑98 error noise. You know the one bloop. It’s the sound of a system that is absolutely not okay.

So gather ‘round. I have rolled up. Prayed up. Saged the corners. Bribed my ancestors with a honey bun. And I am finally ready to discuss the one topic that keeps my spirit doing the Electric Slide in confusion. Things I trust more than whatever leadership situation we’re all pretending ain’t on fire. And listen. If you hear a lighter flick in the background, mind your business. That’s just me preparing my emotional support indica before I say something that gets me banned from the family group chat again.

I did what any responsible Southern stoner‑sage‑wielding citizen would do. I bribed them with a honey bun all while saying, “Y’all help me make a list of things I trust more than this whole leadership situation.” And the list came out longer than a CVS receipt.

1. A Pre‑Rolled Joint From a Gas Station in Rural Mississippi

At least that joint is honest about what it is. It’s questionable. Crunchy. And probably packed by somebody named Scooter who listens to Creed unironically. Leadership? They’ll smile in your face while handing you a bag of oregano and calling it “premium.”

2. My Lighter With Only One Flick Left

You know that lighter. The one that’s been through the wash twice. Has teeth marks on the cap. And only works if you whisper sweet nothings to it. Yep, I trust that lighter more than any decision made in a conference room with fluorescent lighting and no snacks.

 3. A Stranger’s Edible Math

“Yeah girl, it’s only 10mg.” Lies. It’s 400mg and a prayer. But even then? I trust that mystery brownie more than I trust any group of people who say “We’ve got everything under control.” While the metaphorical kitchen is actively on fire.

4. My Cat’s Judgment

My cat once tried to fight a ceiling fan. My cat also once tried to eat a ghost. My cat has never paid a bill. Filed a form. Or successfully minded her business. And yet? I trust her decision‑making more than I trust any committee that uses the phrase “thoughts and prayers” as a policy plan.

5. A Seed I Found in the Bottom of a Random Bag

Will it grow? Will it be mids? Will it turn into a sentient plant that judges me for eating Hot Cheetos at 2 a.m.? Who knows! But at least that seed has potential. Leadership? They still trying to figure out how to plug in the charger.

6. The Edible I Swore I’d Never Eat Again

You know the one. The one that had you talking to your ancestors, your ex, and a lamp you thought was Beyoncé. And yet I still trust that edible more than I trust any “official plan” that starts with “We’re looking into it.”

7. A Blunt Rolled by Somebody Who Says “I Don’t Really Smoke Like That”

It’s gonna canoe. It’s gonna fall apart. It’s gonna look like a sad, lopsided burrito. But at least it’s not pretending to be competent.

8. The Weather App in Mississippi

It’ll tell you it’s sunny while a tornado is literally knocking on your door like, “Y’all got a minute?” And STILL. I trust that app more than I trust any leadership that can’t decide if they’re helping, hurting, or just vibing in chaos.

At the end of the day, cannabis has never lied to me. It has never overpromised. It has never told me to “stay calm” while doing the exact opposite behind my back. Cannabis shows up. Does what it says it’s gonna do. And lets me process the world with a little more clarity, humor, and mercy. If leadership wants that kind of trust? They better start acting more like a well‑cured eighth. And less like a broken vape pen at a music festival.

And that’s where we’re at people. The honesty of a strain label that actually matches the effects. And the reliability of a lighter that doesn’t ghost you on the first flick. I’ll be over here placing my trust in my cat’s chaotic spiritual discernment. And that one edible that had me speaking fluent ancestor for six hours straight. At least they don’t pretend to have a plan. And that’s on Mary, Joseph, and the Holy Trinity of THC. Blunt lit. Sage still smoking. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin’ and resisting.

Affirmation: “I trust my intuition, my boundaries, and my peace. I move through this world grounded, protected, and lit from within like good herb on a good day.”

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The Boob Boy, The Bondi, and the Big Ol’ Bus They Got Thrown Under

“When you build your house on hypocrisy, don’t be shocked when the storm hits first.” 

-Southern Gay Wisdom

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Brace your spirit. Today’s sermon is brought to you by the Holy Ghost of “I Told Y’all.” The Book of Southern Gay Prophets. And the ancestral spirits who only show up when the drama is premium‑grade. The air is thick. The wind is petty. And the hypocrisy is rising like steam off a Mississippi driveway in July. Kristi Noem and Pam Bondi are out here doing the MAGA Walk of Shame. And the universe itself said, “Roll camera.”

Kristi “I Love Traditional Marriage Unless It’s Mine and Puppy Killer” Noem is over here smiling like she’s hosting a Mar‑a‑Lago bake sale. While her entire political career collapses like a Dollar Tree folding chair. Pam “I Have the Files-Wait, No I Don’t-What Files?” Bondi is shuffling papers like she’s auditioning for a Florida reboot of Law & Order: Girl, Please. And the hypocrisy? So thick you could spread it on a biscuit.

These two strutted into the week like they were the headliners of the Family Values Revival Tour. And strutted out like they’d been personally escorted offstage by the Holy Spirit and a security guard named Earl. The way they both got tossed under the Trump Bus with no seatbelt, no warning, no emotional support casserole, and not even a lukewarm dish from the church ladies is nothing but whew.

The ancestors aren’t just giggling. They’re hollering. They’re wheezing. They’re slapping their knees and saying, “See? Didn’t we tell y’all?” And now the smoke rising today? It’s not from the grill. It’s from the fall of two of America’s most dramatic ‘family values’ performers finally catching up to the truth they tried to outrun. Light the charcoal cause history is happening.

Let’s begin with Kristi “Traditional Marriage” Noem, who woke up this morning as the Director of Homeland Security. And then went to bed as the Director of “Girl, What Happened?” She strutted into that press conference like she was about to announce a new casserole recipe. Her bless your heart chin high. Hair sprayed into a helmet. Confidence radiating like she’d just won Miss Cornbread 2024. 

Kristi Noem is the same woman who smiled her Mar‑a‑Lago smile while cheering on the cruelty of ICE like it was a halftime show. And she really thought she was untouchable. She encouraged the worst of it. The raids, fear, brutality, and the “show them no mercy” energy that echoed the darkest chapters of history. She did it with a grin. With a camera‑ready face. And with the confidence of someone who believed she’d never be held accountable.

She wanted to take anything into custody that breathed wrong in Trump’s direction. Which included blow‑up animals, parade balloons, inflatable flamingos, and anything that dared to stand against the man she treated like a holy relic. She acted like Donald Trump wasn’t the con artist the entire country warned her about. She acted like loyalty to him was a retirement plan. But the check bounced.

And then Trump hit her with a “You’re fired!” Which had that same energy as a Dollar Tree cashier clocking out early. Because the register froze and they simply don’t get paid enough for this. But the real plot twist? Her husband, Mr. “Family Values” himself, is now living his best life as a cross‑dressing boob boy. And honestly? Good for him. Somebody in that marriage deserved joy, sequins, and breathable fabric.

Meanwhile, Pam “I Have the Files on My Desk” Bondi is out here giving us the greatest trilogy since Lord of the Rings like:

  1. “I have the files on my desk.”
  2. “I don’t have the files on my desk.”
  3. “What are the files?”

Ma’am. This is not a Nancy Drew novel. This is not a Hardy Boys mystery. This is a Florida woman with a ring light and a dream. Here’s the part that hits the deepest nerve. Pam Bondi who spent years doing the “I don’t have the files” shuffle, while survivors of Epstein’s abuse begged for acknowledgment she never gave. She never even acknowledged the Epstein survivors. Not when she was Florida Attorney General. Not when they begged for accountability. Not when they asked for meetings. Not when they asked for justice. 

Survivors and advocates have said for years that she ignored them. Dismissed them. And prioritized political loyalty over human suffering. And now she’s out here crying on camera about being “betrayed?” The only betrayal that mattered was the one she committed against the people who needed her most. Public criticism has followed her for years. Because she didn’t meet with them. She didn’t prioritize them. And she didn’t use her power to pursue accountability when she had the chance.

And so here we stand. We’re watching Kristi Noem and Pam Bondi wobbling down the political driveway tumbling down the marble steps of their own hypocrisy. Like two contestants eliminated in the first round of a reality show nobody asked for. Their mascara is running. With their heels in their hands whispering, “Donald, please don’t do this.” Donald Trump, patron saint of Save Myself First Ministries, simply adjusted his tie and said, “Ladies, I love you, but I love me more.” And he tossed them off the political porch like yesterday’s potato salad. The silence that followed could’ve been bottled and sold as a conservative Christian essential oil.

They’ve been politically guillotined by the very man they worshipped like their Orange Mussolini Messiah Daddy. The same man who told them he’d protect them. The same man who said he’d always be there. The same man who turned around and cut them loose the second it benefited him. Pam and Kristi, the country wasn’t lying to you. He was. So, put that in your Epstein pipe and smoke it.

And this is only the beginning. The fall of Trump and the collapse of MAGA isn’t a single moment. It’s a season. A reckoning. A slow‑motion implosion of every grifter, every sycophant, every “family values” fraud who thought proximity to power would save them. Two down. Many more to go.

And as the dust settles. As the excuses crumble. And the crocodile tears dry on the marble floors of Mar‑a‑Lago, let the record show That the South remembers. The gays remember. The survivors remember. And history remembers.

And now I’ll say this with my full chest, “Kristi, Pam, Bye Felicias! May the truth follow you louder than your lies ever did. May accountability find you faster than your loyalty found Trump. And may the fall of this corrupt movement be as dramatic as the chaos it unleashed.” Thanks for reading! What are your thoughts on these two useless human beings with no souls?

Affirmation: I release the chaos of hypocrites. The noise of liars. And the weight of other people’s fake values. I walk in truth, glitter, and ancestral clarity. 

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Things I Trust More Than This Administration

“I trust bad vibes, random coincidences, and my toaster more than this administration.”

-Unknown

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s blog is not just a list. It’s a public service announcement. A spiritual awakening. And a petty masterpiece crafted by a woman who has seen too much, heard too much, and tripped in public too many times to stay silent.

I woke up this morning. Turned on the news. And immediately felt my soul pack a suitcase and whisper, “I’ll be at the Motel 6 if you need me.” Piper gasped like she was watching a telenovela. Coco clutched her imaginary pearls. Tinkerbell just sighed the sigh of a woman who has lived through 14 administrations and is spiritually moisturized enough to handle anything.

And that’s when I knew it was time. Time to document Things I Trust More Than the Current Administration. It’s a list so chaotic, so accurate, and so spiritually petty that even my ancestors leaned in like, “Go on, baby. Tell it.” So, grab your snacks, your beads, your emotional support beverage, and your sense of humor. This is about to get disrespectful in a healing way.

1. My flip‑flops.

Yes. It’s the same flip‑flops that tried to assassinate me in slow motion. The ones with the structural integrity of a soggy communion wafer. The ones that folded like a cheap lawn chair at a family reunion. Still more dependable.

Tinkerbell: “At least the flip‑flops don’t lie on television.”

2. Piper’s decision‑making skills.

This is the same creature who ate a sparkly Pride bandana. Who tried to flash her nonexistent cat boobs for beads. And who attempted to unionize against bedtime. And yet? I trust her more.

Piper: “I make bold choices. Not good ones. But bold.”

3. A gas station egg salad sandwich.

Expiration date: unknown. Smell: concerning. Texture: illegal. But at least it’s honest about the danger.

Coco: “It may kill you, but it won’t gaslight you.”

4. A toddler holding a permanent marker.

Will they draw on the wall or the dog or their own face? Yes. But at least you know chaos is coming.

5. A goose with a clipboard.

He’s honking. He’s chasing people. He’s eating paperwork. But he believes in his mission.

Piper: “That’s passion. I respect it.”

6. My own ability to walk in flip‑flops.

History says no. Physics says no. Gravity says “Absolutely No.” But I still trust myself more.

Coco: “Bold of you.”

7. The cats’ ability to behave in public.

They have caused a Mardi Gras incident. Stolen a praline. Gotten into a legal dispute with NOPD. And started a jazz band. And yet? More trustworthy.

8. A Walmart shopping cart with one broken wheel.

It squeaks. It veers left. It shakes like it’s possessed. But it’s trying its best.

9. A fortune cookie written by someone who was clearly drunk.

“Your future is… something.” Same, babe. Same.

10. Ebola

At least Ebola is upfront like, “I’m dangerous. Stay away.” No mixed messages. No confusion. Just pure, uncut honesty.

Tinkerbell: “Clarity is a love language.”

11. Jeffrey Dahmer’s dinner invitations

Not attending. Not RSVPing. Not even opening the envelope. But at least you KNOW what you’re getting into. There’s no mystery. No surprises. Just a firm, “No thank you, sir,” and a quick jog in the opposite direction.

Coco: “Predictability matters.”

12. Jim Jones’ Kool‑Aid recipe

Not drinking it. Not smelling it. Not being in the same ZIP code as it. But I trust that it will do exactly what it promises. No false advertising. No fine print. Just consequences.

Piper: “At least it’s consistent.”

13. COVID 1‑19

The actual virus. Because COVID shows up like, “Hey girl, I’m back.” And honestly? I respect the commitment to the bit. It’s the ex who keeps returning but at least texts first.

Tinkerbell: “Reliability is reliability, even when it’s terrible.”

14. A stomach virus

It doesn’t lie. It doesn’t pretend. It doesn’t gaslight you. It just shows up at 3 AM like, “Hope you didn’t have plans today.”

Coco: “At least it’s punctual.”

15. A fart when I have amoebic dysentery

This is the MOST untrustworthy thing on Earth. A gamble. A spiritual test. A moment where your soul leaves your body and watches from the ceiling. And yet, still more trustworthy.

Piper: “High‑risk, high‑reward.”

Tinkerbell: “Baby, that’s not a fart. That’s a prophecy.”

16. A gas station hotdog that’s been spinning since 2014

At least it hasn’t claimed to have a plan for the country.

17. My cats’ understanding of personal space

They don’t respects boundaries, much the administration. But they’re consistent about something.

18. A psychic named Debra who accepts Venmo

Makes promises you can verify immediately.

19. My phone’s autocorrect

Provides helpful suggestions, not false promises.

20. The voice in my head that says, “this is a bad idea.”

Offers accountability before the disaster.

And do you know what? None of them have access to nuclear codes.

And so, after reviewing flip‑flops with abandonment issues, geese with clipboards, and Piper’s ongoing feud with law enforcement, one truth remains. There are many things in this world more trustworthy than the current administration. And most of them should not be legally trusted at all. But here we are. Surviving. Thriving. Spiritually hydrated. Held together by snacks, sarcasm, and the emotional support of three cats who have never paid taxes but have very strong opinions.

Piper is already drafting her own State of the Union. Coco is fact‑checking it with a glass of imaginary wine. Tinkerbell is praying for all of us. As for me? I’m lighting the sage again. Because after this list, the energy in here needs a full exorcism. And remember, “If chaos is inevitable, at least make it funny.” Thanks for reading! Keep resisting.

Affirmation: “I move through this chaotic timeline with the resilience of a goose with a clipboard, and the unhinged optimism of someone who still trusts a fart during amoebic dysentery more than the people allegedly running the country.”

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Democracy, Sage, and Whatever This Year Thinks It’s Doing

“At this point, I’m not sure if I’m fighting for democracy or just trying to survive a year that keeps acting like it’s on bath salts.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. If this year had a Yelp page, I’d give it one star and a strongly worded paragraph. We are thirty‑something days into the mess of 2026, and I already feel like I’ve aged a decade. I’ve developed three new stress wrinkles. And spiritually relocated to a hammock in the void. Every morning, I wake up, stretch, hydrate, and whisper, “Lord, please don’t let the news be stupid today.” And every morning the universe replies, “Lol, girl… buckle up.”

This year is already acting like it’s on a Red Bull and trauma cocktail, and I’m just trying to keep my chakras aligned and my blood pressure below “boiling crawfish water.” Because friends, we have made it through one month of this year, and I already feel like I’ve lived through three seasons of a political horror series that nobody asked for. One month down, eleven to go in this year, and I’m already spiritually dehydrated, emotionally crunchy, and mentally on airplane mode.

But before we collapse into a heap of snacks and despair, we need to remember something. We are living through one of the most crucial moments in our country’s history. Not the fun kind. Not the “look at us making progress” kind. The “why does it feel like the universe put us on the wrong timeline” kind.

I’ve lived through some terrifying chapter moments where the country felt shaken to its bones. And now, in these recent years, we’ve watched scenes unfold in our own streets that feel like they belong in a dystopian movie Not in the United States of America. It’s heartbreaking. It’s exhausting. It’s infuriating. But here we are. Still standing. Still fighting. Still lighting sage like it’s a full‑time job.

This year isn’t just another year. It’s a battle for the soul of our democracy. And for the freedoms that generations before us fought, marched, bled, and prayed for. And yes, it feels like those freedoms are hanging on by a thread. A frayed, overworked, overstressed thread that needs a nap and a snack.

We cannot sit back and hope the courts fix it. We’ve seen enough to know that institutions don’t always protect us the way they should. So, we do what people in this country have always done when the system fails. We raise our voices. We show up. We refuse to be silent.

And if that means losing friends, family members, coworkers, or that one Facebook cousin who thinks memes are research? So be it. Democracy is not a group project where everyone gets an A for showing up. You pick a side. You stand for freedom and equality, or you stand with the people trying to dismantle them. There is no middle ground left.

And let me be clear. If someone chooses to align themselves with cruelty, corruption, or movements that excuse harm, they will not be around me or the people I love. Period. Boundaries are healthy. Boundaries are holy. Boundaries are the reason some of us are still sane. Because the same folks who scream “family values” the loudest are often the ones forgetting what values actually are. They’ll clutch their pearls over drag queens reading storybooks. But stay silent when real harm happens in their own communities. The hypocrisy is so strong it could power the entire state of Mississippi if we could bottle it.

And don’t even get me started on “purity culture.” The idea of signing my virginity over to my father? Absolutely not. I would rather have a hysterectomy with a ballpoint pen. Here’s the real truth beneath all the rage, humor and exhaustion. We will not have a future if we don’t fight for the present. Democracy doesn’t disappear all at once. It erodes, inch by inch, while people look away. And once it’s gone, it’s gone.

So, we stay loud. We stay vigilant. We stay connected. We stay hopeful even when hope feels like a thrift‑store candle burning on its last wick. Because the future is watching us. And we are not going down quietly. As we drag ourselves through the rest of this year like a Walmart buggy with one busted wheel, let us remember that we are tired, yes. We are stressed, absolutely. We are one headline away from screaming into a pillow, correct.

We are also loud, alive, unbothered in spirit, and too damn stubborn to let democracy slip away on our watch. So, light your sage. Charge your crystals. Hydrate your soul. And prepare your voice because silence is a luxury we cannot afford. We will fight. We will vote. We will show up like the ancestors are watching because they are. And when this year tries to test us again, we will simply look it dead in the eye and say, “Not today, demon.” Thanks for reading! And keep hope alive. 

Affirmation: I stay grounded, loud, and unbothered, because my spirit refuses to let chaos, clowns, or corrupt leaders dim the light the ancestors handed me.

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darnold1975

Ridiculous Quotes Made By Donald Trump Final

“He was a great cheerleader for the country. But not great on the trade.”

-Donald Trump on Ronald Reagan

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Now let us continue…

1.        “I have a great relationship with the blacks. I’ve always had a great relationship with the blacks.”-Anderson Cooper 360, 7/23/15

Donald has made numerous racists remarks about anyone who isn’t white calling them “animals,” “stone cold killers,” “worst people,” and “The enemy from within.” I don’t know about you, but this sounds a lot like Hitler’s description of the Jews.

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

2.        “Sorry losers and haters, but my I.Q. is one of the highest-and you all know it! Please don’t feel so stupid or insecure, it’s not your fault.”-Twitter, 5/9/13

Ummmm…Donald just because you were able to identify a giraffe, it doesn’t mean that you can draw a clock. He is of very low intelligence.

https://www.cbsnews.com/pictures/wild-donald-trump-quotes/23/

3.        “I won’t do anything to take care of them. I’ll supply funds and she’ll take care of the kids. It’s not like I’m going to be walking the kids down Central Park.”-Howard Stern Interview, 2005.

This quote looks like the common misogyny that his administration and supporters tend to go with. They basically don’t want women to have any rights. And that their place in the world is barefoot and pregnant.

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

4.        “My fingers are long and beautiful, as , it has been well documented, are various other parts of my body.”-New York Post, 2011

Stormy Daniels wrote in her book Full Disclosure about Donald Trump’s penis.

She describes Trump’s penis as “smaller than average” but “not freakishly small.”

“He knows he has an unusual penis,” Daniels writes. “It has a huge mushroom head. Like a toadstool …

“I lay there, annoyed that I was getting &%$#@* by a guy with Yeti pubes and a &%$# like the mushroom character in Mario Kart …

“It may have been the least impressive sex I’d ever had, but clearly, he didn’t share that opinion.”

One thing I personally know about male misogyny is that if you feel the need to project that you have a large “member,” it’s very clear that the individual is describing their ego instead of their penis size. I was married to someone that did the same thing. And he had a very small penis. But I would end my life if I ever thought that I would have to roll around all night with the United States Orange Turd.

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2018/sep/18/stormy-daniels-tell-all-book-on-trump-salacious-detail-and-claims-of-cheating

 https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

5.        “We’re rounding ‘em up in very humane way, in a very nice way. And they’re going to be happy because they want to be legalized. And, by the way, I know it doesn’t sound nice. But not everything is nice.” 60 Minute, 2015

There is absolutely nothing humane about the way that ICE is rounding up illegal immigrants and American citizens. And the holding facilities have been described as “deplorable.”

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

6.        The U.S. cannot allow EBOLA-infected people back. People that go to faraway places to help out are great-but must suffer the consequences.”-Twitter 2/19/14

During the 2014-2016 West African Ebola epidemic, a total of two people of African descent with confirmed cases of Ebola came into the US.

https://srhd.org/health-topics/diseases-conditions/ebola#:~:text=In%202014%2C%20four%20cases%20were,returning%20to%20the%20United%20States

 https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

7.        “Global warming is fine because we’ll have more oceanfront property.”

This ding-dong knows nothing about global warming. In fact, he doesn’t even believe that global warming exists.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2024/08/13/does-donald-trump-understand-how-ocean-works/

8.        And let us not forget tariffs that were placed on “Penguin Island.” 

The U.S. imposed tariffs on Heard and McDonalds Islands, which are a remote Australian territory near Antarctica inhabited by wildlife but no humans. The only inhabitants are penguins, seals, and seabirds. They have not been visited by a human in nearly 10 years.

https://www.newsweek.com/donald-trump-tariffs-australia-liberation-day-2054649

9.        “You know we’ve cut drug prices by 1,200, 1,300, 1,400, 1,500%. I don’t mean 50%. I mean 14-, 1,500%.”

I think anyone who has had basic math in school understands that one whole item is 100%. However, the idiot in the White House is willing to pay us to go pick up medications. And that has yet to come true. 

https://apnews.com/article/fact-check-trump-prescription-drug-prices-drop-b3e5bf8a98310de45e39d3911d112979#:~:text=That’s%20not%20possible,than%20the%20other%20way%20around.

10.   He also proposed a dividend of at least $2,000 per person for individuals below a certain income level, funded by tariff revenue. “We’re taking in so much money that we may very well make a dividend to the people of America.”

I guess maybe those are also lost in the mail and hanging out with our DOGE refund checks. We will receive those in the month of Neveruary.

https://www.cnn.com/2025/08/08/business/trump-trade-tariff-rebate-check#:~:text=%E2%80%9CWe’re%20taking%20in%20so,It%20could%20become%20quite%20dangerous.%E2%80%9D

11.   “The line of ‘Make America Great Again,’ the phrase, that was mine, I came up with it about a year ago, and I kept using it, and everybody’s using it, they are all loving it. I don’t know, I guess I should copyright it, maybe I have copyrighted it.”

-MyFox New York, March 2015

“Let’s Make America Great Again” was one of Ronald Reagan’s most well-known campaign slogans. However, the parallels of Hitler surrounding the “stab-in-the-back” myth, blaming Jews, communist, and liberals for Germany’s post-WW1 economic and political distress and promising to purge these “domestic enemies” to renew the nation. That sounds like a large helping of Donald Trump in today’s time.

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

https://time.com/6971088/adolf-hitler-take-power-democracy/

I cannot make clearer the desperate times in which our country resides. The one thing I always said about being abused by a malignant narcissist is that what you saw wasn’t as bad as when the door closed and everyone disappeared. But then as time went on, he started slipping and his cruelty became overt rather than covert. Donald Trump skipped the covert part. And his cruelty is on center stage for the world to witness. And the more you allow an abuser to get away with more cruelty is by doing nothing about it. And when they begin losing their strong hold, their cruelty will inevitably  escalate. America, our time is now! It is time to take down the Trump regime and restore democracy. Thanks for reading!

Affirmation: A blatant lie, the most amazing lie ever. 

***Don’t forget to watch the video!***

#Thispuzzledlife

darnold1975

Ridiculous Quotes Made By Donald Trump Pt. 2

“You ever have second thoughts about something?”

-Donald Trump

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Ok, let’s continue.

1.        “The Biden administration had spent $8 million dollars to make mice transgender.”

What he was actually referring to is the term “transgenic mice.” This is a process where scientists add human cells to mice to enable them to more accurately study the effect of disease on human tissues. Not changing the gender.

https://www.wcpo.com/transgender-mice-fact-check-trump-2025#:~:text=%22Just%20listen%20to%20some%20of,and%20gender%20influences%20in%20asthma%22

2.        “Show me someone with no ego and I’ll show you a big loser.”-Trump: How To Get Rich, 2004 

I think most of the American people can agree that your ego, in conjunction with dementia, narcissistic personality disorder, and the emotional maturity of a toaster, is all the proof that we need to see what the definition of a “big loser” means.

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/tv/2024/02/01/quiz-the-apprentice-bbc-donald-trump/#:~:text=%E2%80%9CShow%20me%20someone%20with%20no,show%20you%20a%20big%20loser.%22

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

 

3.        “She does have a very nice figure…If Ivanka weren’t my daughter, perhaps I would be dating her.” -The View, 2006 

That’s a heck of a thing to say about your daughter, Donald. But I’m sure Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislane Maxwell could verify whether or not you had sexual relations by girls. “Some on the younger side.”

https://www.cbsnews.com/pictures/wild-donald-trump-quotes/#:~:text=On%20Ivanka,Joel%20Page/Reuters

 https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

4.        “I don’t know if you saw. Little things such as the cost of eggs-little to you, but big to the people out there. Down almost 30%, in the last, eh, few days.” Press conference March 2025.

Actually, prices of everything has continued to rise.

https://m.economictimes.com/magazines/panache/donald-trumps-shocking-comment-on-egg-prices-sparks-internet-outrage-is-it-just-a-little-thing/articleshow/119266681.cms#:~:text=Trump’s%20Egg%2Dciting%20Declaration%E2%80%94Fact,US%2C%20even%20more%20than%20drugs

5.        “I look at some of these agreements and I say, who would ever sign a thing like this. The tariffs will go forward, yes. We’ll make up a lot of territory. Our country will be liquid and rich again.”

Trump himself signed “those things.” Trump said this in reference to trade deals, specifically those with Mexico and Canada (NAFTA).

https://ustr.gov/trade-agreements/free-trade-agreements/united-states-mexico-canada-agreement#:~:text=The%20United%20States%2DMexico%2DCanada%20Agreement%20(USMCA)%20entered,farmers%2C%20ranchers%2C%20and%20businesses.

6.        “These things don’t work, I’ve had them many times, and on occasion, they break, they explode. If something’s hot, they don’t last very long, like a matter of minutes, sometimes a matter of seconds. It’s a ridiculous situation.”

Referring to the dangers of plastic straws. I have used many of this same product. And not one time have they ever exploded.

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/feb/10/trump-plastic-straws-executive-order

7.        “They are dangerous. You see what’s happening up in the Massachusetts area with the whales…The windmills are driving the whales crazy, obviously.”

Wow, Donald! When did you finish school with a degree in Whale Psychology and Abnormal Behavior?

https://www.capecodtimes.com/story/news/2025/01/09/trump-wind-energy-whale-deaths-ma-offshore-fact-check/77551616007/

8.        “I never understood wind. You know, I know windmills very much. They’re noisy. They kill the birds. You want to see a bird graveyard? And they say the noise causes cancer.”

I will put going to see a bird graveyard on my bucket list. About the only place you would see this describe scenario is if an entire flock of birds flew into a shredder and they were then called “Shredded Tweet.”

https://www.cnn.com/2019/04/03/politics/trumps-war-on-windmills-now-includes-wild-cancer-claim#:~:text=Over%20the%20weekend%2C%20Donald%20Trump,making%20earlier%20in%20the%20year.

9.        “The kidney has a very special place…in the heart.” 

Holy Hell. Donald has no idea where his organs are located. Ok. Maybe he knows where one of his organs is located.

https://trumpwhitehouse.archives.gov/briefings-statements/remarks-president-trump-signing-executive-order-advancing-american-kidney-health/

10.   “And then I see the disinfectant, where it knocks it out in a minute. One minute. And is there a way we can do something like that, by injection inside or almost a cleaning.”

Trump wondered aloud if injecting disinfectants could be a way to stop Covid. I can tell you that it would be the last time you would ever need to inject bleach.

11.   “They start forming off the coast of Africa, as they’re moving across the Atlantic, we drop a bomb inside the eye of the hurricane, and it disrupts it. Why can’t we do that?”

“Put the nuclear codes down and step away from your position of power!”

https://www.cnn.com/2019/08/26/politics/donald-trump-nuclear-bombs-hurricanes

There is one final blog that is left in this series. If you aren’t paying attention to current politics, you need to. And I’m not talking about immersing yourself in FOXNEWS. Look at more than one source and educate yourself about the horrors that are going on within our country. We are in unprecedented times that I never thought that I would witness. And our very precious and admirable democracy is at stake.

Affirmation: I resolve to seek validation from myself and like-minded individuals, not from those who have harmed me.

***Don’t forget to watch the video***

#Thispuzzledlife

darnold1975

Ridiculous Quotes Made By Donald Trump

“The president is unhinged. He is unwell.”

-Rep. Madeline Dean (D-PA)

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. 2025 was a total bust for our country. Oh look! We get to continue with the horror story. I must say that I haven’t gotten through it unscathed just like many of us. We have a horrific man leading our country into the land of destruction. But I must say, my favorite moments of his presidency have been some of the most idiotic things I’ve ever seen. And I’m not just talking about the atrocities committed on the American people. It has to do with some of his most uneducated statements. 

I have taken the time to compile a list of some of his very uneducated moments throughout his reign. If you’re reading this and you are MAGA, well your feelings will get hurt yet again. But for those of us who are able to see the humor among the disaster, here’s a list that is sure to provide much entertainment.

1.        “You’re disgusting.”-New York Times, 7/29/15 referencing breastfeeding mothers.

Some mothers feed their children the natural way. Just a completely dumbass quote, Donald.

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

2.        “What you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening.”-7/24/18

This quote is nothing more than textbook “gas lighting.”

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

3.        “Kim Jong-Un speaks and his people sit up at attention. I want my people to do the same.”-Fox & Friends 6/15/18

“You’re not a dictator. We the People are your boss.

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

4.        “One year ago, our country was in deep trouble, but today, just eight months into my administration we’re the greatest country anywhere in the world, and there is no other country even close.”

Actually, our country is one big shit show. And it’s failing at an alarming rate. https://abcnews.go.com/Politics/trump-address-united-nations-general-assembly/story?id=125827572#:~:text=Trump%20spared%20no%20criticism%20in,the%20top%20of%20his%20remarks.

5.        “Under my leadership, energy costs are down, gasoline prices are down, grocery prices are down, mortgage rates are down, and inflation has been defeated.”

All of these areas are making affordability in the United States more and more difficult every single day.

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/fact-checking-trumps-recent-claims-about-the-economy/#:~:text=%22Under%20my%20leadership%2C%20energy%20costs,23

6.        “There was nobody tougher on Russia than me, nobody.”

Actually, Donald is being “dog walked” and humiliate by Russia dictator Vladimir Putin. Because we all know that Putin has “the goods” on Donald.

https://www.cnn.com/2021/12/09/politics/donald-trump-hugh-hewitt#:~:text=The%20former%20President%20of%20the%20United%20States%20recounting%20his%20appointments,I%20got%20the%20first%20time.%E2%80%9D

7.       “I will build a great wall-and nobody builds walls better than me, believe me-and I’ll     build them very inexpensively. I will build a great, great wall on our southern border, and I will have Mexico pay for that wall. Mark my words.” Campaigning point

Ok. First, a seven-mile stretch of the wall was the discounted and low cost over $70 million. Trump’s 576-mile border wall is expected to cost nearly 420 million per mile, which is more expensive than any other wall under construction in the world. Plus, Mexico didn’t pay for the wall. The American taxpayer did.

https://www.cnn.com/2021/12/09/politics/donald-trump-hugh-hewitt#:~:text=The%20former%20President%20of%20the%20United%20States%20recounting%20his%20appointments,I%20got%20the%20first%20time.%E2%80%9D

https://www.cbp.gov/newsroom/national-media-release/cbp-awards-first-border-wall-contract-president-trumps-second-term

https://www.npr.org/2020/01/19/797319968/-11-billion-and-counting-trumps-border-wall-would-be-the-world-s-most-costly

8.        “To be blunt, people would vote for me. They just would. Why? Maybe because I’m so good looking.”- New York Times, 9/19/99

Actually, the first thing I want to do when I see him is vomit. He is NOT a good-looking guy. Just look at his parents.

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

9.        “The concept of global warming was created by and for the Chinese in order to make U.S. manufacturing non-competitive.”-Twitter 6/10/12

Global warming is a real thing and each year our weather become more and more unpredictable.

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

10.   “We have it totally under control. It’s one person coming in from China. It’s going to be just fine.”-1/22/20

Covid wasn’t “under control.” An estimated 1.2 million reported deaths in the United States. And globally confirmed deaths are around 7.1 million. 

Surveillance and Data Analytics | COVID-19 | CDC

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

11.   “I love the poorly educated.”

And in conversations with his supports, this is the truest statement that has ever come out of his mouth.

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/amp/politics/trump-overwhelmingly-leads-rivals-in-support-from-less-educated-americans

12.   “He’s not a war hero. He was a war hero because he was captured. I like people who weren’t captured.”-Iowa Family Leadership Summit, 7/18/15

That’s a heck of a thing to say about someone that defended your freedom. So, that you can get on television to demean the very people that put you in power Mr. Bone Spurs Draft Dodger.

https://www.shortlist.com/news/most-ridiculous-trump-quotes-ever

Thanks for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed some laughs at the absurdity of our current president. I can’t imagine what it’s like to go through life that incredibly dumb. I hope that he can get educated before our country is in total disarray. Wait! It’s too late. Until next time, find something that makes you laugh. Even if you laugh at his expense.

Affirmation: I wake up winning. Winning so much, I might get tired of winning.

***Don’t forget to watch the video!***

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