Louisiana Voice

As further evidence that he is in the latter stages of dementia and suffering from acute narcissism, that he is delusional and unfit for office, Donald Trump, aka “Doddering Don,” has really taken a plunge off the deep end of the pool with the latest revelation of his note to Norway Prime Minister Jonas Gahr Støre in which he somehow manages (in his increasingly confused mind) to tie his failure to win the Nobel Peace Prize to his contemplating the invasion of Greenland.

It’s not a misprint or a typo, folks. It’s the real thing. Read it again slowly. Take the potential implications in.

Still don’t believe me? Here is the link to the latest version of the Trump Crazy Train: https://www.pbs.org/newshour/world/norwegian-leader-says-he-received-trump-message-that-reportedly-ties-greenland-to-nobel-peace-prize

If you’re like me, you’re probably wondering about now how long this country–this planet–can continue to accommodate the addled toddler trantrums of this obviously mentally incapicitated individual. How much longer can the Repugnantcan Party blithely look the other way while attempting to ignore the rantings of ketchup-flinging brat-child? This, I remind you, is the same political party (by name only) that eventually was forced to admit that Nixon was no longer fit for office. If the Repugnantcans were unable to tolerate a blowjob for Bill Clinton, how the hell can they excuse what he’s doing (I could use the coarse description, but the decency I have left prohibits that) to the entire nation?

Sorry to say, the Repugnantcan Party is long past being the Party of Lincoln or Teddy Roosevelt or Eisenhower. It’s now the party of thugs, thieves and despots who could not care less about your health care, the poor and homeless, your rights or the price of groceries. But they for damned sure are concerned about your bedroom, your penises and your vaginas.

And Mike Johnson and John N. Kennedy (and I suppose, Bill Cassidy, even though he’s toast) will somehow justify this latest humiliation. They, along with Letlow, KKK Scalise and Clay Higgins, will be the “see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil” among our elected officials in Washington. Likewise, our squeaky-toy governor and his sock puppet attorney general will wait in line for their turn at the Agent Orange butt kissing booth.

But here’s the prediction I will make and I bet it rolls out exactly as I envision it:

Press Secretary Carolying Leavett will try to explain what Yam Tits really meant in his note to Norway’s prime minister and the Mango Mussolini will follow that by explaining he was just joking. And why wouldn’t he be joking? He already got his Nobel from Maria Corina Machado.

Regardless, after all that, J.D. Vance will re-open the debate with some totally off-the-wall, irrelevant gooney-babble that no one will really comprehend.

And the Epstein files will remain in the possession of Pam Bondi, unreleased as we deal with yet another distraction caused by Dorito Face.