CIRCUMCISION CAUSES AUTISM!
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We no longer have a presidential administration. Our nation is now being run like the world’s worst reality TV show, where “reality” is relative to capturing news cycles, sound bites, and clickbait. Take today’s so-called cabinet meeting that instantly devolved into a sprawling monologue where ceremony, diplomacy, and conjecture (Read: “Bullshit!”) blurred into one continuous act of storytelling. The opening, framed around Scandinavian and Italian heritage proclamations (“We’re bringing Columbus Day back”), quickly dissolved into an improvised announcement of “peace in the Middle East,” complete with vague timelines (“Monday or Tuesday”), because what’s a few days between golf games, Truth social rants, and photo ops, when it comes to hostages literally dying to get home. The president declared the Gaza war ended, hostages freed, and the region miraculously united — all without presenting a single verifiable detail or acknowledging the geopolitical complexities such an outcome would entail. Then he screamed, '‘NOW WHERE’S MY GODDAMNED NOBEL PEACE PRIZE!” while stamping his feet.
Okay, maybe that last part I inserted to break the tension of this otherwise wackadoodle meeting.
His assertion that an “attack on Iran” had singlehandedly prevented nuclear escalation and converted Tehran into a partner for peace was emblematic of the entire performance: sweeping, self-referential, and detached from reality.
From there, the discussion lurched into domestic grievances — the government shutdown, crime, and drug prices — all presented through the familiar lens of partisan blame and personal victory. Democrats were cast as anarchic saboteurs, accused of “wanting crime,” “causing pain for hard-working Americans,” and “having no leadership.” Trump’s depiction of Washington, D.C., as having been transformed from a war zone into a utopia “where you’re not going to get mugged anymore” strained credulity, as did his insistence that law enforcement success in Memphis and Portland marked a new national model for public safety. What emerged was not a factual assessment of policy but a political morality tale, complete with heroes (his administration), villains (Democrats, the media, “Antifa”), and a narrative arc that always resolved with Trump as the indispensable protagonist.
The economic portion of the meeting offered more of the same: exaggerated metrics and fantastical arithmetic presented as policy breakthroughs. Drug prices, we were told, would drop by “100%, 200%, 300%, 500%,” an impossible claim that underscored the president’s disregard for precision, or math in general. Tariffs were again invoked as a universal cure — for pharmaceuticals, trade deficits, even global fairness — with no recognition of their inflationary consequences or the international backlash they often provoke. Cabinet members followed suit, offering effusive praise instead of analysis in what appeared to be the world’s biggest ass-kissing contest.
The most troubling moment arrived when Health Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and the president engaged in speculative medical theorizing about autism, vaccines, and Tylenol. In a forum meant to guide federal policy, the pair traded unverified correlations and wackadoodle f*cknuttery under the guise of public health leadership. The president’s endorsement of “smaller doses” and “fewer vaccines,” combined with Kennedy’s references to “male babies” and…wait for it… circumcision made a mockery of medical science. I was surprised he didn’t say leeches cure cancer. But this is where we are now.
Foreign policy discussion later resurfaced through orchestrated praise from Secretaries Marco Rubio and Pete Hegseth, who credited Trump’s “peace through strength” and “midnight hammer” strategy for reshaping global order. Their statements, delivered scrutiny-free, cemented the tone of the event: a ritual of affirmation rather than a meeting of equals. Claims of “record military recruitment,” “universal admiration abroad,” and “dancing in the streets” across the Arab world added to the reality show atmosphere.
By the conclusion, the cabinet meeting had become a masterclass in presidential self-mythology — an extended monologue where the audience tried to outperform each other in their abject fealty to Dear Leader. Substance was replaced by spectacle, deliberation by deference, and policy by personality. Rather than presenting coherent strategies or verifiable outcomes, the administration used the occasion to stage-manage its narrative of perceived success, unquestioned loyalty, and divine inevitability. What emerged was not a portrait of leadership but of isolation — a government convened to applaud itself, and thus, the unreal reality show continues.



lmao I wake up and see your posts and laugh SO HARD because WTF DID THIS DIVA DO TODAY
Good summary of appalling news. Thanks.