Most American people don’t want to live in Trumpestan.” Steve Schmidt, former GOP Strategist and citoyen du monde, savant par excellence.

Caution: this post is scatologically numinous.

Well, the Supreme Court baked the cake the other day. They gave El Puerco, our consummate swamp pig of a president, another reason to release air from his asshole in the form of innumerable tweets.

There must be a giant turd stuck up there, truly. We hope it has a name—something like THIS FUDGEPACKER IS HEREBY IMPEACHED.

Last month, however improbably, a Colorado cake baker, together with his one and only closeted light-loafered jack the candlestick maker, (in a red white n blue t-shirt reading “I Heart Wax”)–found out he didn’t have to throw some dough around for a gay couple even though under civil rights laws he is a place of public accommodation.

There’s nothing like an elated cake-baker on the streets of the Capitol grinning from ear to ear over the fact that the conservatives on the court, whose heads are duly lodged up their asses so far they think they are in a well lit room or they wouldn’t base a decision on a cake being a work of art—have decided is within his right to refuse to bake for gays.

O.K.. I can see frosty sugar roses, Spenserian faeries in a roundelay, unicorns with glitter horns, brides and grooms beaming in a bower—even partridges cooing and bowing in pear trees you have to lick, not eat, with well-glossed blow job lips….but ahem….. isn’t the larger and more important issue that all over the USA gays have won the right to be married and wasn’t that a Supreme Court decision?

And that for a place of public accommodation to turn them away is unequal treatment, when now gays are a protected class under…let’s see. The Fair Housing act, the ADA, and all of the civil rights legislation bundled with those two great additions to the equal protection clause of the Constitution?

It’s about the intent, stupids. The intent to turn away members of Islam who in addition to being terrorists, radicalized by what we have done to them—are scholars, actors, musicians, writers, i.e. fellow human beings.

He says we should “respectfully check the mosques.” How do you respectfully put a penlight up the ass of an Imam to check for Cemtex. Or ask anyone with his forehead to a prayer rug to spread his cheeks?

Clearly 45 hasn’t read the Koran which is not far removed from the King James—he can barely read his daily briefs and they have to take those out of his hands and put them back in his dresser—President To Fucking Hell with Refugees doesn’t want to know anything that might cause him to have an actual clear and well-reasoned thought. He fears thought, in fact. He likes to think with his gut, which has caused nothing but mayhem, consternation around the world, and a whole lot of diarrhea of the mouth for Trumpians to mop up in gas masks.  You elected him, boner-brains.

I hate to interrupt Justice Gorsuch in the middle of his Rogaine commercial to tell him that he is thinking with his gonads  or he would have sided with Justice Sonia Sottomayor, who is spot on in calling this challenge and the ruling the sanction of a MUSLIM BAN, i.e. prima facie discrimination on the basis of religion.

So one minute we tell the baker to go home to his homogeneous clientele of heterosexual couples who don’t offend his “religious beliefs,” a little Jesus in every cake—aha—he can have this as his new pitch—and in the next we tell the President, and how at this point can we characterize him effectively: tweeter in chief, Putin’s finger puppet, ignorer of history and world order since Hitler, mover of embassies and pisser offer of the Palestinians, fucker in chief of the country, tweeter of lies, abuser of babies, hater of men with black hair, lover of whores, giggling golden shower receiver, black eye giver to multiple wives, progenitor of strange children cf the two Fredos, supporter of the crotch rocket now hater of Harleys…… imposer of anguish upon Latin American mothers and their completely innocently vulnerable toddlers, two-handed pussy grabber—I mean this guy is diverse! Now he gets to discriminate on color and religion both!

Predictably, the big red-feathered canary burst into song right after the decision. Oh, great god a’mighty I am vindicated, he thundered in 240 characters. This is a victory for the country.

May we point out that there is no victory here; there is only the knell in the background, clear as a buoy off Cape Cod, warning all of hidden shoals, that we have one more reason to contact Mohamed Mohamed on Facebook and ask him to speed up his bomb making.

Because that will be the fall out from this decision. Muslims didn’t have enough reasons to hate us for droning their wedding parties and reducing their ancient cities to rubble, mocking their religion, and storming the compound of their counterpart to Jesus himself, their favorite revolutionary Osama bin Laden who, by the way, we trained at Langley.

Mohammed is readying his disciples at this very hour. They are reviewing 45’s itinerary and sending out encrypted instructions to Berlin, Milan, London, Prague, Munich. And Washington, where in a basement in what we used to call the ghetto, a vest is being carefully rigged and timed to blow by pressing 1 on a throw away cell phone in the pocket of a pair of Levis.

At his next rally in East Bumfuck PA, before his hooting and howling gun-totin’ refugees from the retard zone, Herr Drumpff will be in mid rant when a guy in a ski mask with a thick jacket guns his crotch-rocket through the walls of the venue, straight at the red white and blue bunting-dressed bleachers behind his head, spring-loaded with pay to play wack-jobs.

Then it will be double chocolate fudge icing everywhere, everywhere and dancing in the streets.

copyright Jenne’ R. Andrews
June 27, 2018epa