Shitposting and Pissposting

📌 Told y'all he is trash 🤮🐥

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— tweety (@bluskypolitics.bsky.social) October 19, 2025 at 7:45 AM

That's at https://bsky.app/profile/bluskypolitics.bsky.social/post/3m3ka37hh7s2z if you want to look at the video

Maybe what he's doing here is asserting that he isn't king, at least not yet, in the sense that if he was king that's what he'd be doing, jetting around in his shitbombing jet with his crown on, shitbombing all his  enemies in the urban streets, or maybe we should read it as a warning of what he's going to do once he's taken the final steps, or maybe we should read it as a metaphor for what he's already doing to his enemies, in which the jet stands for his weaponized Department of Justice and the shit for the bogus lawsuits and unfounded criminal investigations he's flinging at all the people who exposed his criminality, and he's claiming to be king already.

 Then again, there's this one:

Satire

Boy representing the month of June in a Roman mosaic calendar, 3rd century, posted by user Saliko at Wikmedia Commons.

By unpopular demand, I feel obliged to say a few words about the Indiana journalist Adam Wren and his Politico Magazine piece "My 72-Hour Safari in Clinton Country", which has roused a lot of comment around the neighborhood, and about which I already expressed an unpopular view (over at Steve's place), which is that when Wren says his piece is "satire", he is being sincere, though probably wrong in the sense that he doesn't have a very clear idea what satire is like.

But he did have an idea of a target, apparently, when he was pitching the piece to Politico (or, in his version, they were pitching him):

My editors had given me this assignment as something of a lark. The idea: Just as reporters from New York and D.C. trek into Trump Country to visit greasy spoons and other corners of Real America™ to measure support for the candidate, I’d venture from Trump Country to the most stereotypical bastions of coastal liberal elitism, and ask the people I met whether they still support Hillary Clinton. An innocent abroad, I would leave Hamilton County, Indiana, a deep-red suburb north of Indianapolis that Trump won by nearly 20 points, the kind of place where the Koch brothers are presently carpet-bombing Democrat Senator Joe Donnelly with $2 million in television and digital ads for his vote against the Tax Cuts and Jobs Act. Once on the decadent East Coast, I would luxuriate in its undiluted upscale liberal consensus at bookstores, wine bars, cafes and other Blue State institutions peopled by NPR tote-bagging sophisticates. Perhaps I’d drop in on something activist-y, a meeting of Resistance types.

When a hoo-ha erupted about the assumptions of the piece, that Clinton voters are all decadent, undilutedly upscale sophisticates who spend all their time consuming high-end products like books and booze except when they're whipping up the Molotov cocktails at their Resistance meetings (in spite of the fact that there are three million more of us than there are of them), and its procedure of looking only for evidence that confirms it, Wren explained that what he was producing was "satire":

Greatest moment in the history of Twitter

Up for a week now (h/t PalmerReport) and he still hasn't deleted it, but here's a screen shot just in case.

Blood moon rising

Blood Moon. By Ironshod at DeviantArt.

Is there an editor in the house? I mean the house on 42nd Street, where Jonathan Weisman writes:

Off the Ralls

The "leftist" cartoonist Ted Rall may at last have hit bottom in a drawing castigating the late Nelson Mandela for his inexplicable failure, during his four years as president of South Africa, to chase off the World Bank and eliminate inequality, run in what is now his practice with a lengthy self-justifying explanatory gloss (which explains Mandela's failure in terms of how he was just like those toadies Gandhi and King instead of—wait for it—Malcolm X; because Malcolm totally eliminated inequality in—oh wait, he didn't, he just died, gunned down, after adopting a more Gandhi-like set of principles, but never mind). I sent a comment on its appearance at the Sulia website (you can check out the link):

@Yastreblyansky I miss those days. Back then people were educated enough to understand commentary
— Ted Rall (@TedRall) December 7, 2013

He obviously hadn't actually looked at the comment and I didn't have the heart to try to tell him a second time, but he's wrong there. It's not the audience's fault he has to tack [jump]