Lindsey Graham , a backstabbing, disgusting little creep in a desperate search for relevance.
12.03.2026 17:28
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Lindsey Graham , a backstabbing, disgusting little creep in a desperate search for relevance.
In the Twilight Zone of American politics, Lindsey Graham once barked at Trump — now he’s crooning “God bless you, sir” as the madcap Iranian "Operation Epic Fury" adventure unfolds. Yesterday’s warning becomes today’s benediction.
Profile in courage? No—more like profile in contortion.
We must never lose our capacity to be shocked by the sheer stupidity, vile racism and rank ignorance of one Donald J. Trump and his obsequious sycophants. Each day is a kaleidoscope of chaos.
“I didn’t vote for this,” they cry—shocked their hate had a return address. Crops rot, their neighbors vanish, rights evaporate like dew at dawn. But the signs were there: gulags in the blueprint, jackboots in the foyer. He said he’d be dictator for a day. They just missed the fine print: every day.
One can say he has a gift for grift.
In the dim corridors of the Twilight Zone of statecraft: a real-estate envoy named Steve “Twitkoff” Witkoff and hollow-eyed fellow profiteer, Jared Kushner, pass Kremlin whispers to a president as gospel.
The intelligence—fiction. The war—real. The tragedy—measured in lives. Russia- cracks a smile.
In the dim corridors of the Twilight Zone of statecraft: a real-estate envoy named Steve “Twitkoff” Witkoff and hollow-eyed fellow profiteer, Jared Kushner, pass Kremlin whispers to a president as gospel.
The intelligence—fiction. The war—real. The tragedy—measured in lives. Russia- cracks a smile.
In the dim corridors of the Twilight Zone of statecraft: a real-estate envoy named Steve “Twitkoff” Witkoff and hollow-eyed fellow profiteer, Jared Kushner, pass Kremlin whispers to a president as gospel.
The intelligence—fiction. The war—real. The tragedy—measured in lives. Russia- cracks a smile.
In the dim corridors of the Twilight Zone of statecraft: a real-estate envoy named Steve “Twitkoff” Witkoff and hollow-eyed fellow profiteer, Jared Kushner, pass Kremlin whispers to a president as gospel.
The intelligence—fiction. The war—real. The tragedy—measured in lives. Russia- cracks a smile.
In the dim corridors of the Twilight Zone of statecraft: a real-estate envoy named Steve “Twitkoff” Witkoff and hollow-eyed fellow profiteer, Jared Kushner, pass Kremlin whispers to a president as gospel.
The intelligence—fiction. The war—real. The tragedy—measured in lives. Russia- cracks a smile.
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
The great Norma Desmond.
Well said. 🙏
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
🎯👍🙏
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!
A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels.
Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes.
Fu*k you Donald Trump!