S.J. Newman
@americanperpwalk
Watch the usual suspects walk the Red Carpet of Shame called AMERICAN PERP WALK
With three kids home for summer vacation, by noon we’re outta glasses and I’ve wiped down the counter a hundred times.
When Orson Welles dramatized “The War of the Worlds” on the radio, thousands of Americans panicked as if earth was really under attack by Martians. Now that we’re actually under attack by our own deranged President, the Press sits on its hands and the public remains docile.
Trump looks like he’s becoming a Dick Tracy cartoon villain. Lately, he’s looking and acting like Flat Top.
Okay people, the faux’s over. The faux patriotism. The faux Christianity. The faux presidency. It’s time for adults to take over. Then maybe we can authentically celebrate the 250th.
Next time we vote for president, instead of a Russian asset, can we elect an American asset?
Whenever I see Trump standing like that, I’m reminded of the crooked detective in Blue Velvet.
The algae infested reflecting pool is Trump’s Strait of Chartreuse.
I know how to jolt Trump awake: release ALL the Epstein files with Trump’s name un-redacted.
This is why we need real journalists and even artists. Nearly forty years ago, master caricaturist David Levine saw Trump for what he was, a spoiled pig-eyed blubbering man baby.
Fun Fact: 35% of the country enjoys being sucked dry and fucked in the ass by an insatiable rapist parasite.
Nice. Alas, our cat is a flower eater, so no flowers for Mom. He once jumped up 6 feet to get to them!
