Day 249: The Tyranny of Tantrums and Terror

Donny Finally Bags His White Whale: Comey

In case anyone still thought the Department of Justice had even a shred of independence left, The Don cleared that up with his latest tantrum dressed up as jurisprudence. James Comey, the man who refused to kiss the ring back in 2017, is now indicted on charges of “lying to Congress” and “obstruction.” Translation: he didn’t tell Donny what he wanted to hear during the Russia probe.

“Move Now” – By Royal Decree

Remember when presidents pretended not to meddle in DOJ cases? Cute. Donny blew right past that little norm and addressed Attorney General Pam Bondi directly in a Truth Social rant, demanding she “move now” against his enemies. And lo and behold, days later, Comey is hauled up in Alexandria like some medieval heretic. No subtlety, no plausible deniability—just the Mad King issuing royal decrees via social media.

The Crime: Not Loving Donny Enough

Bondi, ever the loyal courtier, delivered her best stern-voice proclamation: “No one is above the law.” Which is hilarious coming from an administration that treats the law like a scratch-off lottery ticket—useful only if it pays out for Donny. The supposed crime? That Comey lied about authorizing leaks during the Russia investigation. Funny how the charges line up perfectly with the grudge list Trump has been waving around since 2020.

There is no smoking gun here. It's Don doing exactly what he said he would. He's abusing the powers of office to exact revenge and settle personal scores. It also sets a very dangerous precedent. Genuine question, Is there anyone in the GOP with a spine?

Do we have any one in the press willing and able to standup and ask Donny directly - who the fuck do you think you are?

Weaponized Justice, Banana Republic Style

This isn’t accountability. This is political payback, live and in technicolor. The Don is making good on his promise to jail opponents, dismantle institutions, and convert the DOJ into his personal Inquisition. It’s part of the same authoritarian playbook: prosecute dissenters, rewrite history, and remind the country that loyalty to Dear Leader is the only law that really matters.

Donny' Concentration Camps Claim Their 16th Life

Another grim milestone under the reign of the Mad King: at least 16 deaths in ICE custody since January. The latest, Ismael Ayala-Uribe, a 39-year-old Mexican national, once a Dreamer — died inside one of Donny’s gleaming detention palaces in Adelanto, California. Human rights groups call the conditions “horrendous.” Donny calls them “effective.”

The Numbers Don’t Lie (But Donny Does)

This was the 15th death ICE has officially acknowledged this year — which means the true toll is likely even higher. The administration’s mass detention dragnet, designed to prove Donny’s tough-on-immigration credentials, has turned into a conveyor belt of human misery. More bodies, more suffering, more cruelty to cheer at rallies.

This is a concentration camp. We now have a death toll to account for.

Enforcement Over Humanity

Donny’s policy is simple: lock them up, throw away the key, and let “deterrence” handle the rest. It’s state-sponsored neglect dressed up as border security. Forget humane treatment — there’s no political upside in dignity. Why bother with doctors, clean water, or even functioning toilets when fear and death do the job so much cheaper?

The Cost of Cruelty

Ayala-Uribe’s death isn’t just a tragedy; it’s the canary in the coal mine. A broken system, weaponized for political theater, is now killing people at a steady clip. But the Mad King shrugs — because in his world, immigrants are props, not people.

Donny & Erdogan: Bromance at the White House

The Mad King rolled out the red carpet for his favorite authoritarian pen pal, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan. The two strongmen shared warm words about their “excellent” relationship — because nothing says democracy like Donny gushing over a fellow tough-guy autocrat. “He’s very tough, very highly opinionated,” Donny beamed. That’s Donny-speak for I wish I could jail my critics like he does.

Gaza: Deal-Making Donny, or Just More Bluster?

On Gaza, Donny claimed the US is “close to a deal” to end the war — condition: the release of Israeli captives. Translation: Donny thinks he’s about to broker peace in the Middle East with a handshake and a photo-op. The rest of the world remains unconvinced, since his record on peacemaking is about as solid as his record on spelling.

Russia & Oil: The Hypocrisy Olympics

Donny wagged his finger at Erdoğan for buying Russian oil while simultaneously soft-pedaling Moscow’s invasion of Ukraine. It’s the kind of moral clarity you’d expect from a guy who once called Putin a “genius” for seizing territory. Hypocrisy? That’s just another word for foreign policy in Trumpworld.

The F-35 Fire Sale

Donny hinted Turkey might get its F-35s back if Erdoğan plays nice. He even floated lifting sanctions on Turkey’s defense industries “almost immediately” — because why should rules or alliances matter when there are jets to sell? America’s weapons bazaar is always open when Donny’s in charge.

Donny’s Gallery of Grievances

In a move so petty it deserves its own wing in the Museum of Bad Taste, The Don has managed to drag the bar for presidential dignity into the basement. Instead of hanging a portrait of President Biden in the newly established presidential gallery — the standard, boring, respectful thing to do — Donny slapped up an autopen photo. Yes, really.

The Autopen Presidency

Nothing screams “insecure man-baby” quite like replacing your successor’s portrait with something designed specifically to demean and belittle him. As usual, it says more about Donny that it does about Biden.

Cabinet of Clowns

And of course, his cabinet applauded. Because why not? They’ve spent years applauding every one of his infantile displays, from Sharpie-altered hurricane maps to full-blown insurrections. Why stop now?

This wasn’t about art or tradition — it was performance pettiness. A reminder to his cult that even in a presidential gallery meant to honor continuity, he’ll make it all about himself. A tantrum dressed up as interior design.

The Takeaway

Instead of honoring the dignity of the office, Donny has once again chosen vanity over democracy. His “autopen portrait” is less a tribute to history than a warning sign: when you let a man-child run the country, you get man-child décor to match.

The Donny and Epstein Statue That Must Not Be Seen

Washington, D.C. barely had 24 hours to enjoy a gleeful little bit of public truth-telling before the National Park Service swooped in like palace guards, yanking down a bronze statue of Donny and his old pal Jeffrey Epstein, hands entwined in eternal sleaze.

The piece, by activist art collective The Secret Handshake, even came with a plaque celebrating their “long-lasting bond.” Apparently, that bond was just a bit too real for comfort. Despite having a valid permit through Sunday, officials cited “non-compliance” — bureaucratic speak for “we can’t have the plebs looking at this.”

Truth Hurts, So Bury It

The speed of the removal tells you everything you need to know about King Don’s White House: project your grievances endlessly, but shut down anything that projects you back to the public. The irony is delicious — the Don’s people are working overtime to suppress art, while the Epstein files remain under lock and key, still hidden from public view.

Authoritarian Chic

Public art is supposed to provoke thought, spark dialogue, maybe even discomfort. But in Trumpworld, art that doesn’t fawn is erased faster than a critical late-night monologue. “Comply or disappear” has become the guiding principle, whether we’re talking about comedians, academics, or a hunk of bronze daring to point out what everyone already knows.

The statue may be gone, but its shadow lingers — a reminder that no matter how many times the administration scrambles to control the narrative, the image of Donny and Jeffrey hand-in-hand is carved into the public consciousness. And you can’t haul that into storage.