Bitch Queen Orders Up Some Brass
Donald Trump, Bi Bitch Queen/fake alpha male, ruling over a party of closeted gay Republicans, now wants our top brass to bend over for him too.
“Prima donna Lord you really should have been there, Sittin’ like a princess perched in her electric chair, And it’s one more beer and I don’t hear you anymore…”
–Someone Saved My Life Tonight, Elton John
Does Donald Trump, Bitch Queen ever sleep? Based upon the 12-year old mean girl rage tweeting he does at all hours of the night, whining and bitching about one thing or another, at best that answer might be, “not much.”
Which begs the question, why? Is it because he gets nightmares from God, rebuking him for all his devious, manipulative ways? Like I said in the last article, I see him in the Spirit at times on his knees sweating bullets, but not enough to actually move him to repent. That would take a real man with some real honesty and courage to face himself, and come clean with God and man.
It goes without saying of course, that it makes him incredibly unhappy when this petulant little child can’t get his way. If he’s unhappy, then the whole world’s going to be unhappy too, even if it means burning it all down. I honestly get the impression that in just eight short months, he’s already entering his Nero complex phase.
Yes, Nero, that sadistic emperor who killed Peter and Paul, and framed and butchered Christians over a Great Fire he himself engineered:
“Suetonius wrote that Nero started the fire to clear the site for his planned palatial Golden House…a new palace complex known as the Domus Aurea. This would include lush artificial landscapes and a 30-meter-tall statue of himself, the Colossus of Nero, sited more or less where the Colosseum would eventually be built.“
Yes, you read that right. A Golden House. He also,
“ordered the construction of amphitheaters, and promoted athletic games and contests. He made public appearances as an actor, poet, musician, and charioteer, which scandalized his aristocratic contemporaries as these occupations were usually the domain of slaves, public entertainers, and infamous persons. However, the provision of such entertainments made Nero popular among lower-class citizens.”1
Case in point, he’s planning on staging a UFC extravaganza next year, right on White House grounds, further degrading the most sacred symbols of our culture. The tabloid-ification of everything.
We all know Donald Trump is miserable because he wants to be a celebrity above all else, but he’s stuck in this job of playing a President. You know, “I coulda’ been an actor, but I wound up here”? (Don Henley, Dirty Laundry). Nero, on the other hand, completely integrated power with entertainment. Give the Dear Leader time and he’ll get there too of course. But unlike Trump, Nero at least had the decency to foist the expense for all this upon the “[rich] local elites either directly or through taxation.”2
Trump you see, doesn’t need to ingratiate himself this way into the hearts of all his broke-back poor MAGA fans. He can bankrupt, abuse and back stab them all day long, and they’ll bend over and grab the ankles for him with their dying breath. They’ll hoorah, “Hail Caesar, we who are about to die greet you,” because he knows how to vex the libs, and that’s all they really care about.
His Constant M.O.
In my last article, I argued that a person’s life philosophy (or philosophies) determines who they are more than all other factors, for such are the deliberate choices that person makes. And I mentioned a quote from Donald Trump that deserves to be meditated upon again and again:
“Man is the most vicious of all animals and life is a series of battles ending in victory or defeat.”
– Donald J. Trump to People Magazine, 1982.
This statement tells you all you need to know about this creep and why you can’t trust a single thing emanating out of that big mouth of his. First the Darwinism and Social Darwinism of calling human beings animals. Second, that of all the animals in the world, man is the most vicious. Not mongooses, not piranhas, not wolverines—man! Third, the cynicism of someone who is not bothered by a statement like that. And fourth, that he obviously believes he himself is a vicious animal, and is apparently okay with that.
This is where Donald Trump’s obsession with being the quintessential alpha male comes from. If everyone you meet is a vicious animal, then you’re going to have to be even more vicious than them if you hope to survive. It’s either eat or be eaten; there’s no middle ground. This is his social philosophy in a nutshell.
This is why he admires mafia thuggery and gang culture. To be the head of the gang, you have to be “smarter” and more ruthless than the rest of them to ascend to and remain in power. And what Donald Trump means by someone being “smart,” is not necessarily brain power, but about how cunning and ruthless they are. Like his good buddie Vlad for instance, who let him down recently when he discovered the Russian mafia don doesn’t consider him his equal at all.
More Than Toxic Masculinity
When political analysts look back on the 2024 election and think it was about the price of eggs or any other policy issue,3 they miss what happened. What really drove that election was the crisis of male insecurity currently sweeping through MAGA culture. Whatever the factors that triggered this “crisis” may be—big, scary-looking men of other races, the MeToo movement, women racing past men academically, women taking their jobs or whatever, men seem obsessed with what has often been called by critics “toxic masculinity.”
It’s a phenomenon of men aspiring to be bigger, badder, harder, more muscular, more brutal, more scary-looking (e.g., tattoos—II Tim 3:3), more ruthless and the like. It’s the entire gun culture, itself a phallus symbol, and the feeling of power such weapons can bring. It’s men not understanding the difference between being a hero and being a bully. It’s men not doing the responsible thing—staying at home with their wives and children, but running around in the woods with their boyfriends playing patriot games against imaginary foes.
While I can understand the pull, I have little sympathy for any of it. We have never lived in a time of more opportunities to learn and grow our way out of any personal problems we may have. If you can’t get a date, maybe you should seek out the tons of research now available as to what women want in a man, rather than whine about it, become an incel, a misogynist, and the like. If you can’t get a job, find out why no one wants to hire you. Are you too proud to alter your appearance? To learn how to be more sociable? If women are racing ahead of you, do you need to study harder and be more disciplined and sociable yourself?
This phenomenon is usually called “toxic masculinity.” It so favors the biggest and baddest that it leaves smaller, more sensitive guys in the dust. Those are derisively called betas, cucks or other demeaning terms, even though men of great artistic talent, scientific ability and intellectual giftedness do far more for the betterment of mankind than armies of mindless troglodytes crawling around and acting tough.
Moreover, I’m not so sure “toxic” is exactly the term in mind here, at least in its sexual implications. Perhaps “dominating masculinity” versus the dominated is more descriptive. The one who penetrates vs the one who receives. It’s important to remember that gay4 culture consists of two extremes—butch sodomites and effeminate receivers.
Enter The Great One
It’s into this stewing, brewing mulch that Donald Trump stepped in 2015, as the ultimate alpha male, the no nonsense tough guy, things all laughable of course. Is there anyone more marinating in vanity and narcissism than him? The guy who’s overweight and never exercises,5 not even in golf?6 The guy who puts on his foundation in the morning, then his bronzer, then glues on his hair pieces? The guy who, when he was booked in a jail in Georgia, filled in “strawberry” in the space reserved for “color of hair”? The fast-talking, two-stepping con man with a pompadour from the Bronx?
But boy, does he ever know “rough locker room talk” as he later framed it. I know, I’ve seen these guys before. They come into the locker room, cracking demeaning jokes about women, talking tough, elbowing everyone, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, dragging everybody down to their gutter level. Now everyone’s on the defensive, feeling obligated to prove their male bonafides, lumbering around like a bunch of stiff oafs.
Billy Bush nervously going along with Trump’s vulgarian rant in the Access Hollywood bus is typical of the effect. Bush of course, got fired as a Today Show host, while Trump went on to become President. Such is justice in the age of Trump.
In that rant, Trump told of his attempt to seduce a married woman by taking her out furniture shopping. Sound familiar? “I moved on her like a bitch. I couldn’t get there and she was married.” Afterwards, “I just start kissing them…And when you’re a star they let you do it…Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.”
Ah yes, those oldies but goodies! Boy, do they ever still shine!
Of course, this was just what all those male crisis guys wanted to see in 2015—a “real man’s man” who could do all those things and get away with it. A guy reminiscent of the good old days when men could act like complete jerks with impunity. An unashamed celebration of the old patriarchy when white men knew they were privileged and didn’t have to apologize for it. A guy who under oath, wasn’t morally-certain enough to know whether “stars” abusing women “for millions of years” was “unfortunate or fortunate, perhaps.” After eight long years of stifling politeness during the Obama years, it was all such a breath of fresh air!
I remember my hippie days when the women’s movement first emerged (at least in my own consciousness), and how shocked we were at how “the chicks” started demanding better treatment. I remember growing up with all the gross jokes about and references to girls’ bodies, about “putting a bag over her head and doing her in for the A & P,” an East Coast grocery chain. Rating women on a scale of 1 to 10. It honestly all threw me off, but I had to admit on reflection, we treated women in those days with a lot of contempt.
MAGA’s Homoerotic Obsession With Male Masculinity
Trump though is also obsessed with good-looking men and their body parts too. He can’t seem to stop talking about them. Whether it’s Arnold Palmer’s junk, or simulating fellatio with a microphone, or jerking off two giraffes while he does that asshole dance of his, he’s at best quite sexually ambiguous you could say. His favorite song, the Village People’s “gay anthem” YMCA has got to be an insider dump upon his clueless Evangelical followers. That’s the once-proud Young Men’s Christian Association, Christians.
Now dumping on US military too. Putin must be ecstatic.
I have to admit, between being an old man now and not keeping up with all this stuff anyway, I am shocked but not surprised at the amount of DL-ing that goes on in male MAGAdom, including religious MAGA. For those, like myself until this morning, who don’t know what DL stands for, it’s slang for “Down Low”—a guy who carries himself as a married man or at least straight, but who gets gay sex on the side. Grindr, the hookup app for LGBT people, reported yet another large spike in traffic while Republicans gathered at the Charlie Kirk memorial. Apparently the same thing happened in Milwaukee last year at the RNC coronation.
Maybe these ladies can bring you a bit up to speed. It’s eye-opening.
The part about Mike Pence just is just so precious.
You’ll notice that they mentioned Benny Johnson’s shout out to all the “butt boys” of the Republican Party (10:58). Here Keith Edwards, an “out of the closet” gay YouTuber elaborates:
Apparently, there’s quite a widespread pandemic of beta cucks who receive from the alpha dominators, and boy, is there any greater all-time Alpha Dog than the Dear Leader himself? No wonder they refer to him as “Daddy.”
But Daddy’s Not A Deal Maker, He’s A Swindler
“Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name. But what’s puzzlin’ you is just the nature of my game!”
Sympathy For The Devil, the Rolling Stones
Convincing the earth everyone’s a vicious animal like him is Donald Trump’s cynical life mission. Like so much else in his so-called life, it’s all about establishing a false equivalency in the minds of everyone else. A great example of both are reports of him going out of his way to get Russ Vought, his sanctimonious Project 2025 author/now OMB Director “laid” at Mar-a-Lago at a time when Vought was newly-divorced, a long-standing pattern of his.
Trump’s tactic to play it out though, is that of a poker player. His is not the art of the deal, but the art of the swindler. A deal maker seeks for a win-win outcome; a predator is not satisfied unless he can take everything, and you’re left broken, bleeding or eaten.
If his mark won’t fall for the bait, he’ll just fold his cards and go looking for easier prey, just like a leopard, or circle around and try to attack from a different angle. This is why Donald Trump always uses that kind of language, that a real life hero Zelenskyy has “no cards to play,” for example. To cynics like him, life and death decisions are merely about “cards to play.” Not deeply-held convictions, not principled, morality-based commitment to freedom under law and resistance to tyranny. But “might makes right,” just like the so-called “code” his soul brother Vlad lives by.
So Let’s Corrupt Our Military Next!
“Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints…”
The recent summoning of all US top military brass to Ft. Bragg is a great example of his poker playing skills. First card. He hints, mob boss style to his “warrior culture”-obsessed DefSec, what a really cool idea it would be to gather together all the brass “from Dan to Beersheba” (II Sam 17:11) for a pep talk/inquisition.
Please note, this has never happened before in US history. Aside from all the expense and inconvenience of doing this, it’s an unbelievably-reckless thing to do. The security implications of it alone are staggering. Putin could have sent just one of his unstoppable Mach 11 Oreshnik missiles to obliterate them all, but I guess since he’s getting his own ass handed to him lately, kicking off World War III would have been taking on too much, if indeed Trump would have even retaliated.
Second card. When the press gets wind of this unprecedented event, they ask him in the Oval Office about it, and he feigns ignorance of it, “but I’ll be there if they want me.” Sure. Big of him. You just know Hegseth wouldn’t dare do such a reckless thing without Trump initiating it.
Third card. Lo and behold, “they” invite him! On his way there, President Tough Guy threatens to “fire any [brass] right on the spot,” if he “doesn’t like them.” Bye-bye career, bye-bye years of taxpayer funded investment in a life.
Who’s Going To Out-Do The Other In A Being Right-Wing Jerk?
The lead hitter however was the newly-named Secretary of War himself, who did not disappoint. Hired because he “looked good on TV,” this National Guard captain lectured the Pentagon’s top brass, actual military professionals, about their work. Prancing around the stage “like he’s a 12-year-old playing army,” as real life hero Mark Kelly put it, he droned on about “lethality” and other catch phrases of the warrior culture bullshit he learned from Rush Limbaugh.
Complaining that the military was too fat, too woke, too gay, too bearded—“No more beardos!”—and other insulting trivialities,7 he eventually he got around to his real aim, to seduce these professionals into loyalty to a king rather than the Constitution:
“Should our enemies choose foolishly to challenge us, they will be crushed by the violence, precision, and ferocity of the War Department,” he breathlessly declaimed. “To our enemies, FAFO [Fuck Around, Find Out]. If necessary, our troops can translate that for you.”…“You kill people and break things for a living,” and other locker room zingers.
I remember the old Rushbo (I was a dittohead myself at that time), coining that phrase during the first Gulf War of 1991, and I suppose it does accurately sum up the lawlessness with which Republicans carry out the wars they almost unilaterally instigate. Hapless Iraqi pawns, trying to flee Kuwait and surrender were slaughtered by US gunships. Many were buried alive by US bulldozers, purportedly to have Americans “avoid hand to hand combat.”
Sure. Then his son Shrub tried to mainstream torture into normal American practice in the 2000s. This is just the kind of Laptop General violence-porn people like Limbaugh loved to indulge.
Hegseth also caricatured decades of carefully-evolved military standards as being too woke and namby-pamby, particularly the prohibitions on hazing and registering abuse complaints. As such, he was advocating a degradation of the code of conduct and rules of engagement that could lead to those kinds of atrocities mentioned above in the Gulf War. It’s exactly how Russian soldiers are trained, and it leads to a shocking lack of respect, discipline and morale as this eye-opening video explains.
If you’re interested in delving deeper into a debunking of these proposed shifts back into an era of non-professionalism, it can better be explained by an actual retired general here. It’s too many weeds for me to wade into at the moment.
Suffice it to say that one aspect of Hegseth’s mindset is, as one observer put it, more appropriate to a World War II-era “GI Joe” character than the demands of modern warfare. An obsession with fitness, of “all the men being from Central Casting, the women as eye candy,” is such classic Trump in all its shallowness, and tone deaf to the exigencies of the moment.
We are living in an age of cyber warfare now, and, thanks to the Ukrainians, drone warfare, both of which takes more brains than braun. But Hegseth’s model certainly is apropos of cracking heads on the streets of America, and that’s the objective in mind here anyhow.
The Great One Enters The Stage
Card four. Right after getting lectured about fatties, the visibly overweight, mentally undisciplined and delusional fake President takes the stage. Unfortunately, the Maestro didn’t get his hoped for Triumph of the Will moment. When he walks on, none of them hails the coming of their great Butch Alpha Male Avatar. None of them shouts, none of them gives a wild hand-clap welcome, none of them throws their hat into the air like they had just graduated from West Point or Annapolis.
No, they were still under the boring old discipline of maintaining a stoic response to a blatantly political speech, affirming (seemingly) that their oath is still to the Constitution and not to a king. This in spite of the fact that this administration (i.e., Trump) had the gall to (illegally) bring along a pop up MAGA merch shop onto the base at a previous speech there last June.
Being faced with crickets, he of course couldn’t hold back his disappointment. So, he openly invited them to clap, and classily threw in a veiled threat for good measure:
I’ve never walked into a room so silent before! This is very…don’t laugh, don’t laugh, you’re not allowed to do that. [There was no laughter.] You know what, just have a good time. And if you want to applaud, applaud. And if you want to do anything you want, and if you don’t like what I’m saying, you can leave the room. Of course, there goes your rank, there goes your future…”
It was finally with that last zinger that he got a little of that nervous laughter he wanted.
From there, he wandered into 71 minutes of his usual incoherent, shameless bitching about one thing or another. He flattered them, attempted to bribe them, promised a 3.8% pay raise across the board, bragged about how he had gotten the Pentagon budget over $1 trillion a year now. “That’s a hell of a lot of money,” you know? [i.e., We really deliver for you.]
Card five. But the real objective was to rev up that locker room talk and recruit them into his top priority—bringing the focus onto “the enemy within.” I’m sure Putin would approve of the policy shift.
About 44 minutes in, the seemingly innocent insinuation was dropped. He wanted the US military to invade US cities and even use them as training grounds for their foreign wars!
He talked about an imaginary “invasion;” about how Portland, Oregon no less, was like a war zone straight out of World War II; about how the Democrats are “vicious people” (not once but three times, his philosophy hanging out over his belt); about how firemen high up on ladders are being shot at by “animals” down below, and a long litany of made-up fantasies, gas-lighting and smears.
MAGA’s Fetishizing of Violence
In spite of Trump’s ridiculous promotion of himself as a great Peace Maker (Dan 8:25), all his words and actions betray him as the inner violence porn pervert he is. It’s no surprise that he attracts people with similar fantasies like Hegseth or puppy killer Christie Noem.
Or Stephen Miller, whom many think is the most influential power in the White House, especially as Grandpa gets older and more senile. Miller, a singularly loathsome personality whom his colleagues refer to behind his back as “Pee Wee German,” has had a perversity to him for a long time. In this video of him in 2003, when he was all of 18 years old, he reveals how he believes torturing Saddam and his henchmen is better than killing them because they’ll suffer more. “Torture is the celebration of life and human dignity,” he concludes.
You can dismiss that as clowning around by a youth, but it is true that within a year the Bush-Cheney administration brought it out of the shadows and into official US policy. This what the Founders meant by “cruel and unusual punishment,” based on their experience with the British prisoner of war ships. Siding with the British is MAGA world’s idea of what being a patriotic American means. Go figure.
But back to our Prince of Peace. What was he hoping to elicit from these august leaders sitting there? A knowing nod acknowledging their own blood lust fantasies? Based on so much of what I’ve heard from that big mouth of his, Trump could only wish for that moment of exhilaration, that rush of power, that glee at the thought of tormenting his enemies with terror such as Saddam Hussein had in 1979. As he convened a Baath Party meeting, he disappeared 68 members one by one in front of the rest while smoking a cigar.
Circling Back Around
Thankfully, like the real Queen, the brass was “not amused.” They stoically sat there, some glowering, while the always arrogant, always audacious child-king huffed and puffed his way through his ingenius “Weave.” This scheme hopefully, won’t be flying for a while. Unlike him, these men and women have actual jobs to do, don’t have time to be flattered, bribed, hectored and threatened into Trump’s dictatorship project.
But not to lose heart. The Great Poker Player will circle around like the buzzard he is, and find another angle of attack on another day. Little did I realize how quickly that would come. Within days he’s at Norfolk, addressing midshipmen celebrating the 250th anniversary of the Navy, insinuating that they needed to join him in flicking the “Democrat Party” off their shoulders like an annoying gnat. It’s such classic Trump—just go around legitimate authority and stir up rebellion from beneath.
But he may have to wait for a more substantial crisis. My money is on the Dems getting lucky and we still have an election in 2026. They come roaring back with an overwhelming majority in Congress, from whence they will start investigations, freaking the Dear Leader out. Within months, he and Netanyahu will have found a way to start World War III (Rev 6) to create a true global crisis. Finally, he/they will have the excuse they’ve been looking for!
The Gall Of This Man
Which brings me to my point. What in the world does the US military think about being ruled over by such children, rank ignoramuses and hypocrites like these? The endless nerve of this man, the breath-taking arrogance to try to recruit these professionals into his internal occupation scheme to focus on “the enemy within;” to use US cities as training grounds for war theater exercises, the American people as guinea pigs, “with full force” no less!
What is this daft man talking about? Bringing in tanks? Helicopter gunships? 50 cal machine guns? Grenades? His positioning himself as a peacemaker, a clue about the “Man of Sin” (Dan 8:25; I Thess 5:3), stands in stark contrast to his constant fantasizing of violence porn in his heart. Otherwise, why such excess, why such overkill, ever and always with this man?
Remember, this is “Cadet Bone Spurs,” the guy who dodged the draft, the guy who bragged that avoiding STDs was his “own personal Vietnam,” the guy who faulted John McCain for getting captured by the enemy, the guy who considers those who sacrifice and die for their country to be “suckers and losers,” the quintessential traitor and long-time Russian asset sitting in the Oval Office.
This is the guy who’s managed to turn an entire political party into a bunch of beta butt boys. Is that what he’s trying to do to the Pentagon high command now too? Does the arrogance ever end with him?
The thing that aggravates the vast majority of us who are constantly being assailed as “the left, the left, the left” by eternal right-wing psy op, is not that we’re enamored of leftist ideology, but that the Republican/MAGA world is so corrupt, so dishonest, so hypocritical, so craven to the rich, such unbelievably bad faith actors. They never want to solve anything, they just want to bitch, whine and complain because they know their policies are cruel to the powerless and unpopular with the public, and they just don’t care. All we ever get from them is endless demagoguery, smears and distractions.
Donald Trump as Exhibit A in all this, demands respect from everyone the way a mobster does—as a one-way street, ever and always. But hey Donald, you want my respect? Then get it the old-fashioned way—earn it!
In the meantime, this is America. If you don’t love it then leave it. You can always move your sorry little ass over to Russia where you can be Putin’s butt boy for a while. See how you like it for a change. That would be to me like one of your phone calls—just perfect.
Notes:
- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nero ↩︎
- Ibid. ↩︎
- Not that the price of eggs was ever a serious issue in the first place. Eggs skyrocketed for a while because of a bird flu pandemic, but it was a cheap, throwaway line to slam the Democrats with. ↩︎
- If I’m not mistaken, the origin of the sexualized term “gay” comes from the 19th Century and refers to prostitution, not the original meaning of someone happy or carefree. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay#:~:text=The%20word%20may,a%20French%20brothel%3A ↩︎
- Trump never exercises because he believes (delusionally) that everyone has a battery in them that lasts for only so long, and exercise just drains it prematurely. As good an excuse as any I suppose. ↩︎
- And even there he’s ferried around in a cart while someone lugs his clubs ↩︎
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