It’s my party and I’ll sulk if I want to!
Trump has nothing on his mind right now other than his happy birthday military parade. The media, the protestors and weather might not cooperate
It’s very likely that all Donald Trump really cares about right now is his birthday party parade. Sure, the President is consumed with happenings in Los Angeles, and he’s hellbent on convincing the nation that, if not for his quick witted decision making, the City of Angels would have burned to the ground.
Of course, he also wants to deploy military personnel on city streets across the nation, especially in those recalcitrant blue states. And, of course, our village idiot fantasizes about becoming the King of America.
Nonetheless, I think that Donald’s limited intellect has just enough room for one narcissistic wet dream at a time.
I expect he’s hyper-fixated on his happy birthday parade. At this moment, nothing else really matters to him.
The President gleefully anticipates thousands of compliant, dutiful soldiers proudly saluting him. He’s excited to play act dictatorial dress up, cosplaying as Vladimir Putin or maybe even Kim Jong-il. Colorful images of tanks, troop transports, Bradley assault vehicles and Trump flags dance around his imagination like a child dreaming of gumdrops and jelly beans.
He’s almost certainly regressing back his younger self; an unloved, little boy scorned by a sociopathic father and ignored by an inaccessible, chronically ill mother.
This is to be the big, beautiful birthday party that little Donald never got when he needed it most.
I imagine that every year, on June 14, the sycophants at Mar a Lago throw the idiot a glitzy, gaudy, gold-plated, overpriced shindig. But, deep down inside, the toddler-adult knows that they don’t really mean it. They don’t really love him. They don’t actually adore him. They don’t even respect him.
For nearly a decade typical Trump birthday party guests likely showed up to suck on the pale, flabby teat of power. Access to Donald meant access to the Presidency, or at least access to the guy who was President and, unfortunately, would be again.
Donald probably hates them all as much as he hates himself. Unfortunately, now the American people have to pay the price; a large, expensive, stupid military parade. Soldiers, political pawns, have been ordered to participate.
As contrived and fake as it’s all going to be, it’s never going to get more real or more sincere for a lonely, self loathing maniac like Donald J. Trump.
I assume, right now, Donald’s greatest fear is that protestors might ruin his birthday party. Just a day ago he said that anyone who shits on his precious parade will be met with “very heavy force.”
He’s waited so long and, although he’s the laziest halfwit to ever occupy the Oval Office, he’s worked so hard for this moment. Non-compliant citizens exercising their first amendment rights, would certainly soil his ultimate, albeit fleeting achievement.
Worse yet, what if it’s not just protestors in Washington DC who steal his attention, who abscond the media spotlight. What if it’s liberal lunatics all across the nation?
Worse yet, what if Mother Nature interferes? What if rains on his parade? What if it’s sunny in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Milwaukee, San Antonio and other US cities?
Worse yet, what if all of those pesky protestors don’t riot, loot or kill anyone? What if moms and dads and kids, and moms and moms and kids, and dads and dads and kids, and grandmas, and grandpas, and other nice people protest peacefully, all over the country?
What if thunders in Washington DC while real Americans everywhere else steal Donald’s thunder?
No Kings Day, June 14, 2025. Everywhere.