Clown Shoes

"I would rather a thousand times be a free soul in jail than to be a sycophant and coward in the streets."

-Eugene V. Debs

Went to see Oh Mary! last night. A dreadful play, by any measure, and a sign of the decadence that has settled over our culture. Mary Todd Lincoln as an alcoholic who hated her kids and had an affair with John Wilkes Booth? Abraham Lincoln getting fellated under the desk by one of his staff officers? Nothing shocks anymore, so if they were hoping to elicit uncomfortable laughter they fell flat.

But enough of that. Yesterday brought us the perfect metaphor for the bootlicks who comprise the current administration. See apparently our pedophile-in-chief also has a foot fetish, and at some point he took issue with the shoes worn by some of his cabinet members. Dear Leader has a weakness for Florsheim black oxfords, a passable shoe but nothing I'd cross the street to buy. Neither would his courtiers, either, so MAGA Jesus has taken it upon himself to measure his cabinet members' feet with his mind, and order them what he surmises is the perfectly fitted pair of black dress shoes.

Except they're not. Not by a long shot.

Here's Little Marco sporting his pair in public.

They're all so afraid of offending Cadet Bone Spurs that they wear the ill-fitted things regardless of the fact everyone around them can see both that the shoes don't fit, and the wearer is too spineless to do anything other than wear them and pretend not to notice.

Meanwhile, another day of murdering kids halfway around the world who are too far away for him to sodomize.

This is who we are now.