Tom Flannery

Tom Flannery

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The lack of reaction to the President claiming he has an IQ of 1775 is precisely why we have a President who feels comfortable saying he has an IQ of 1775.

Yesterday's hearings, in which they confused the Atlanta Hawks with the Iowa Hawkeyes, was such a clusterfuck of incompetence that the whole "Pig fuckers are now allowed in the FBI" story line has been forgotten. What a time to be alive.

“Dealing with them lately feels like watching the final scene of “Long Day’s Journey Into Night” when the glassy-eyed morphine addicted mother is dragging her old wedding gown across the stage, lost in yet another hallucination….”

tomflannery.substack.comThe Iranian Mullet and the shrug emojiIt was a beautiful Labor Day weekend, marred only slightly by our President having an online mental break, posting so much AI slop that I’m surprised we have any fucking water left.

I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that Karoline Leavitt resigned “to spend more time with her family” right after learning that Trump left her on the decoy plane to die.

I just saw a Reuters headline asking “What makes earthquakes so deadly?” and I feel like this is the journalistic equivalent of putting directions on shampoo bottles.

The birthday of Jefferson Davis being observed as a state holiday is like the birthday of Timothy McVeigh being observed as a state holiday. This nation is completely fucked up.

A recent CNN headline stated… “Penile implant specialist and election denier with history of far-right comments led hantavirus presser” …and I’m not sure I want to live here anymore.

I am trying to come up with a synecdochic metaphor that explains how this nation has gotten to this point and the closest I can come is that my dog's pee pads come with instructions.

The staged "Doordash Grandma" bit at the White House was still extraordinary in that its message---that a grandmother has to deliver meals in her own car to pay for her husband's cancer treatments--is touted as something worthy of a Presidential photo-op, and not as a dystopian nightmare.

Future conversation with NYT reporters…. “Grandpa, what were you doing when the president was losing his mind?” “Well Billy, we were searching for Kamala Harris employment records from McDonald’s….”

As if airline travel is not unpleasant enough, now I need to worry about Billy Joe Bob from high school shooting me in the head because my travel shampoo bottle is 3.5 ounces.