Trump's Second Term

Tulsi's purge continies

NI Tulsi Gabbard
@DNIGabbard

Per @POTUS directive, I have revoked security clearances and barred access to classified information for Antony Blinken, Jake Sullivan, Lisa Monaco, Mark Zaid, Norman Eisen, Letitia James, Alvin Bragg, and Andrew Weissman, along with the 51 signers of the Hunter Biden "disinformation" letter. The President's Daily Brief is no longer being provided to former President Biden.
 
Tulsi's purge continies
NI Tulsi Gabbard
@DNIGabbard

Per @POTUS directive, I have revoked security clearances and barred access to classified information for Antony Blinken, Jake Sullivan, Lisa Monaco, Mark Zaid, Norman Eisen, Letitia James, Alvin Bragg, and Andrew Weissman, along with the 51 signers of the Hunter Biden "disinformation" letter. The President's Daily Brief is no longer being provided to former President Biden.
She will revoke her own security clearance if Dear Leader tells her to.
 
Tommy Tuberville: "We were probably over-bloated with the stock market here for a while. We went up quite a bit."

So is the argument now that a crash is good and it's good that the stock market is down?

Not a cult.
 
Tommy Tuberville: "We were probably over-bloated with the stock market here for a while. We went up quite a bit."

So is the argument now that a crash is good and it's good that the stock market is down?

Not a cult.
This guy is easily the biggest idiot in the U.S. Senate! A complete ◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊! Has to wear a diaper on his mouth to collect all the stupid ◊◊◊◊ that flows forth! What's worse, he's probably smarter than 80% of his Alabama constituents!
 
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Tuberville says "I don't think President Trump needs to be concerned about it. He doesn't need to look at it ... he has told me people there's gonna be a little bit of pain with this. And there is. That's fine. The stock market has gone up and down before."
 
Tuberville says "I don't think President Trump needs to be concerned about it. He doesn't need to look at it ... he has told me people there's gonna be a little bit of pain with this. And there is. That's fine. The stock market has gone up and down before."

"And that's fine, I can afford it. Why is everyone complaining?"
 
Tuberville says "I don't think President Trump needs to be concerned about it. He doesn't need to look at it ... he has told me people there's gonna be a little bit of pain with this. And there is. That's fine. The stock market has gone up and down before."
This idiot got hit in the head too many times when he played college football.
 
Tommy Tuberville: "We were probably over-bloated with the stock market here for a while. We went up quite a bit."

So is the argument now that a crash is good and it's good that the stock market is down?

Not a cult.
Stock market rises. Tuberville: That's fine.
Stock market crashes. Tuberville: That's also fine.

Conclusion: Tuberville thinks "stock market" is a town in New Hampshire.
 
The Trump -Slump
I lost a ◊◊◊◊ ton during Donnie Diaper's first administration and put what was left into bonds, and slowly moved into stocks again, not recovering until Biden's term. I called it the Trump Dump, and now here's another.
 
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"And that's fine, I can afford it. Why is everyone complaining?"
Yeah, it's kind of infuriating the way Trump/Tuberville nonchalantly toss out "little bit of pain" as if that's some objective, one-size-fits-all metric, so that, gosh, people like them aren't suffering from it any less than the average joe living from paycheck to paycheck and whose pain might involve having to decide between rent/mortgage payments and a needed doctor's visit because he can't afford both. "A little bit of pain" assumes that the triage is the same for everybody, that hurt isn't contextual and their paper cut is as bad as someone else's slit throat, blood is blood, so why worry?
 
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The best we can hope for is that, when Trump dies, millions of them commit suicide so they can join him on the mothership.
History of cults and doomsday movements says it's unlikely … reminds me of

Anywhere between March 21, 1843 - March 21, 1844 CE
an earnest, if deeply delusional ex-farmboy, ex-sheriff, ex-Justice-of-the-Peace, ex-army captain named William Miller.
[…] converted to intellect-asphyxiating Evangelical Christianity […] buried himself hairline-deep in Scripture. He finally became convinced, through his own form of creative mathematics, that the End was nigh-ish and that Jesus would be calling the faithful home somewhere between the dates of March 21, 1843 and March 21, 1844 "according to the Jewish mode of computation of time".
[…]
As the dates drew near, Miller's followers grew frighteningly in both number and fervor until he had some 50,000 doomfounded sheep wagging their tails behind him. […]. The Millerites, as they now called themselves, spent the majority of their time either steeped in prayer, informing all their non-Millerite acquaintances that they were going to burn in hell or else, working themselves into convulsive, tongues-speaking, limb-flailing ecstatic trances. It was all kind of like an incredibly long Republican Primary Convention.
[…]
When dawn on the (October 1844) 23rd arrived without a single airborne believer to be found, the results were not pretty. The ensuing mass nervous breakdown came to be demurely referred to as, "The Great Disappointment". And one can hardly blame them. I mean, it must be an awful letdown; to spend years thinking you had prime balcony seats for the damnation of all your infidel friends and neighbors, only to find out at the last minute that the show's been canceled on account of reality. Now, that's gotta hurt. While it didn't spell doom for the planet, it most assuredly printed it out in big, block letters for Miller and his "ism". Both of which faded into tearful obscurity and died... Or, at least, Miller did.
1845 CE - After the "Great Disappointment" most of the Millerites wandered off to go their separate ways. Some just went back to their old mainstream churches, some to new ones, some were disillusioned enough to give up on religion entirely. But a surprising number found that breaking up is hard to do and made a beeline from cult to cult without a pause. Most of them called themselves Second Adventists and they no sooner pitched their Chautauqua tents, then they were giving in to their obsessive compulsion for Doomsday date-setting. The nightmare embarrassment of 1844 had barely slipped by when they were already hopping up and down, tilting at 1845. In a pre-Thorazine America, this proved to be an intractable problem.
 

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