TrumPutin in his latest emergence from his gilded pig sty addressed an adoring crowd and told them, among other things, that Mitch McConnell is a "dumb son-of-a-bitch."

Though he accidentally stumbled across a valid description of the minority leader, it was, of course, for the wrong reason. According to His Orangeness, Mitch is a dumb SOB because he does not genuflect before the stable genius who leads the GOP. 

Mitch will vote for him if he has to, but that is not good enough for the stable genius. Mitch will not acknowledge the Big Lie. He will not deign to defer to the Orange Blob and his quest to strangle the GOP in his stupidity and arrogance. 

So TrumPutin rails against Mitch and thrills his base. In his stream of unconsciousness, TrumPutin made sure he identified Mitch as the dumb son-of-a-bitch he was referring to, and that made his thoughts easier for the base to digest. If he had simply railed against a dumb son-of-a-bitch, or those sons-of-bitches, then it might have confused the brainiacs in his base, and they might have thought he was referring to Lindsey Graham, Ted Cruz, Kevin "Joseph" McCarthy, Josh Hawley, Matt Gaetz, or any of TrumPutin's panderers in the GOP.

And so the stable genius uses his eloquence to further debase the base. And you thought that was not possible. Make America Whatever, y'all.

TrumPutin thinks he won. 

It's a lie, of course. A delusion, a hallucination.

He didn't win. He lost the popular vote. Again.

But he lies as a reflex to sound. It's a tic he can't control, and because he has no brains, no shame, no self-control, morals, or conscience, he can lie and then, if he's confronted with a lie that he can't defend, he'll lie about lying and call his critics liars. 

It's not possible to know for sure if he believes his lies. He may not believe he's lying, or understand anything about the truth, but that's not the same thing. 

His enablers, supporters, and apologists, though, believe what they tell themselves.  

Lindsey Graham believes the lies because he knows if he doesn't, he'll never get another free round of golf at a TrumPutin taxpayer-funded course.

Ted Cruz believes the lies because he's Ted Cruz, and he knows if he doesn't kiss TrumPutin's large ass, then the Big Orange won't stop saying that Cruz's father assassinated John Kennedy, or that Cruz's wife is too ugly to be first lady. Cruz is defending his family the only way he knows how. 

And all the others believe the lies they tell on TrumPutin's behalf because ... well, they've sold themselves to the lowest bidder, and now must align directly or else face the wrath of a two-year old. Make America Whatever, yeah ...

Moscow Mitch dictates that the Senate will not be bullied into voting for $2,000 coronavirus relief.

They will not be bullied, because according to Moscow Mitch, it is the Democrats doing the bullying, not the Bloated, Orange Disaster in the White House.

And the $2,000 checks, called for by the Bloated, Orange Disaster, are really the doings of Democrats who are trying to use socialism for their rich friends.

And Moscow Mitch is against socialism for the rich. Now.

When it was tax cuts, he was all for socialism for his rich friends.

When Kentucky was feeding at the federal trough, thanks in huge measure to Mrs. Moscow Mitch, he was all for it.

When “small” corporations were using the first Coronavirus relief package to pay dividends, reward CEOs, and lay off hourly workers, Moscow Mitch was all for socialism for his rich friends.

Now, with a Democratic president and the prospect of a different sort of leadership — that is, not a demented, arrogant, ignorant scofflaw and his family that Moscow Mitch can toady up to and get what he wants — Moscow Mitch is suddenly against socialism.

Republicans are such pillars of hypocrisy. And Moscow Mitch is their leader.

So, the lead insurrectionist and liar-in-chief addressed his band of followers, and after pandering to them with insipid and insincere  compliments, he told them, “We’re gonna walk down, and I’ll be there with you.”

And the morons believed the moron-in-chief. They believed the obese cloud of statins and blood pressure medicine who has never walked anywhere, not even from his office to the cafeteria for a cheeseburger.

He doesn’t walk the golf course, where someone else carries his clubs for him.

He doesn’t walk around the neighborhood, unless it’s to waddle over to the nearest church, with a Bible that he’s never read, to wave it around claiming something having to do with his greatness.

And so his moronic followers walk to the Capitol, turn into a mob and destroy things, and the insurrectionist-in-chief tells them that he loves them, and they’re special, and he loves them.

But he’s not gonna walk anywhere with them. And the morons cheer, Make America Whatever.