White House – Palm Down

Trump Breaks Chamblee

February 12, 2025

Every man has his price, so it’s said, and in the case of Brandel Chamblee, it would appear that price is a simple green fee and a round of golf with President Trump. Moral giant Brandel appears to have changed his tune regarding LIV and Saudi Arabia’s Public Investment Fund (PIF) overnight after years of hand-wringing and sermonizing about the Middle East country’s human rights record.

Chamblee has taken to the Golf Channel airwaves nightly and lectured about his nobility and his utter abhorrence for the country that dirt-napped Muslim Brotherhood terrorist scum Jamal Khashoggi in a Turkish embassy in 2018. But with the return of Donald Trump to the Oval Office, Chamblee, who surely shits ice cream, has finally discovered where his bread is soon to be buttered and has now morphed into the spineless and compliant hypocrite most of us knew he was all along. Trump has been rumored to be involved in talks between PIF and the PGA Tour intended to mend the chasm in professional golf, and with his notable dexterity in “The Art of the Deal”, many say his involvement will soon bring and end to the impasse.

The next step in negotiations is for Chamblee’s slurp buddy Eamon “Bonesaw” Lynch to knuckle under to the larger-than-life President, and too, become a whimpering dog like Chamblee—both men avatars of moral righteousness until their paychecks are threatened. You see, with an eventual merger of PIF and the Tour, Chamblee and Lynch will essentially be accepting payment from the very entity that they have described with nothing less than bitter contempt for the last several years.

Lynch, in particular, must be gnashing his teeth at the thought that his false piety is now threatened by the man he takes gratuitous and unfounded jabs at in every piece he writes. That would be the man who won the popular vote and an Electoral College landslide to again become President after having the election stolen from him in 2020.

But the Tour is nothing if not flush with money-grubbing hypocrites, so, of course, insufferable windbag Rory McIlroy, who never met a topic he couldn’t be wrong about, had to do another of his numerous about-faces, this time in regards to President Trump. When asked if he thought Trump could facilitate a deal to unite the golf world, McIlroy exclaimed, “He might be able to! He’s got Elon Musk, who I think is the smartest man in the world beside him, so he might be able to do something if we can get Musk involved too.” As if Trump became the top real estate mogul on the globe and eventually leader of the free world by the grace of Elon Musk.

McIlroy played a round of golf with Trump a few years back and described his experience thusly:

“I’ll sit here and say the day that I did spend with him and others was very enjoyable. He’s very charismatic, he was nice to everyone—it didn’t matter whether you were me or the guys in the cart barn or the pro at the golf club. He has something. He obviously has something or he wouldn’t be in the White House, right? He has something—whatever it is, an X factor, charisma, whatever. Most people that he came across that day he was cordial to; he was nice and personable. That was my only interaction with him the day I had with him.”

McIlroy then went on to say he would never play with Trump again because, you know, “Orange Man bad.” McIlroy is another dim one incapable of thought outside his social-media saturated iPhone, but if Orange Man can put a few green bills in his pocket, he’s all on board.

One suspects that if Chamblee, Lynch, and McIlroy were gifted a free round of golf with Hitler—the real one, not the one conjured by the mendacious media in the form of Donald Trump—they could be found goose-stepping from hole to hole, gleefully swapping their soft spikes for jackboots.

Like A Virgin?? Hardly!

October 20, 2016

So foul-mouthed slut and perennial skank Madonna has injected herself into this tawdry presidential election by announcing during a Madison Square Garden event that, “If you vote for Hillary Clinton, I will give you a blowjob.” “And I’m good,” the 58-year old has-been continued, “I’m not a tool. I take my time.” Perhaps not enough time to do it right, however, as the slatternly strumpet has been unable to hold on to two husbands and has been ditched more times than a poor driver on icy roads. Nevertheless, one can almost hear Hillary’s lecherous pedophile husband gleefully revving up the jet engines for the Garden at the prospect of a whore like Madonna entering the Clinton camp—“Stronger Together,” indeed.

Since Hillary long ago abdicated conjugal relations with Slick Willy to White House interns and underage girls, she no doubt welcomes someone as vile as she to service the withering, amoral ex-president. This frees her to spend more time muff-diving Huma Abedin, who has her own hands full trying to distance herself from Anthony “Carlos Danger” Weiner, her repugnant ex-congressman husband who is currently trying to parry criminal charges for sexting underage girls (do you see a theme here?) with his infant child present. They’re a real bunch of class acts these degenerate Democrats who have spent the last two weeks feigning indignation that Donald Trump engaged in locker room badinage eleven years ago during a private conversation.

But, alas, Slick Willy may be disappointed to discover that Democrats don’t keep their promises, so the infelicitously named Madonna may not be guzzling the ex-prez’s AIDS-infected jizz after all. No word yet on if Michelle Obama has been shaken to her core.

The Real Truth. If Obama’s Lips are Moving, He’s Lying

April 8, 2011

Well our wonderful prez has outdone himself tonight. He just came on the air and patted himself on the back for Congress kicking the can further down the road in passing a stopgap measure on the budget to keep the government running through the fiscal year. Never mind that the lightweight in chief was conspicuous by his absence throughout the whole process—but what can we expect from a man who has spent his entire political career voting present?

The fallen messiah tried to couch his incompetence and that of the 535 assholes in Congress in a story about schoolchildren who could now visit the nation’s capital and gaze at the Washington Monument because he and his team of white knights had saved the day and prevented a government shutdown. But the best part is when he spoke of the tax cut that he signed into law earlier this year!! Do you mean the tax cut you stuffed in the stimulus bill that was so meager that 95% of Americans polled were unaware of it, Mr. President? Or do you mean, you vile, lying pig, the tax cut you and your administration have fought tooth and nail against for your entire two years in office? The “Bush” tax cut that the Democratic-majority Congress inveighed against and swore would benefit corporations and the rich. Well perhaps you might like to explain just how it is that you can denounce said corporations when you are in bed with all of them.

Tell us, you filthy, lying whore, why you were the #1 recipient of campaign money from Goldman Sachs during the 2008 presidential campaign. Tell us how GE can make billions of profits and not pay a dime in taxes. Tell us why Jeffrey Immelt, the CEO of GE (you know, one of those multi-billion dollar corporations that you’re here to protect us against) was named to your Economic Recovery Board considering the company’s stock has dropped 60% percent since he took over and his company is one of the worst offenders regarding environmental pollution, another issue of such concern to you. It couldn’t be because GE owns NBC News, that pandering, morally debased outfit that helped get you elected, could it?

But claiming credit for a tax cut you opposed is but a piffling prevarication in your long string of deceptions and untruths.

Let me count the ways:

Said you would not run for president until you completed your term in the Senate—LIE!
Said you would take public funding for your campaign until you found out your war chest was three times larger than McCain’s and flip-flopped: LIE!
Said Tony Rezko, William Ayres, and Reverend Wright were just guys from the neighborhood even as you cut seedy real estate deals with Rezko, launched an early campaign from Ayres’ house, and were married by and had your children baptized by Wright: LIES!
Said you would run the most transparent administration in history and then stocked it with lobbyists and tax cheats: LIE!
Said you would have all healthcare talks aired on C-SPAN: LIE!
Said you would put all bills on the White House website for five days for public perusal before signing them: LIE!
Said you would close Guantanamo within a year of taking office: LIE!
Said you would cease all Guantanamo military commissions and try suspected terrorists, including Khalid Sheik Mohammed, in civilian courts: LIE!
Said you would stop the practice of rendition: LIE!
Said you would stop drone attacks in Pakistan and Afghanistan but instead have increased them dramatically: LIE!
Said you would pull all troops out of Iraq and stop the war within sixteen months of taking office. You were even rewarded with a Nobel Peace Prize for this bit of pablum, but instead sent 40,000 more troops to Afghanistan and started another war in Libya: LIE!
Said there would be no earmarks in the $787 billion stimulus: HA! HA! LIE!
Said you knew nothing of the voter misconduct by ACORN and had never worked for them even though you were caught on tape talking about your long and proud association with the now-discredited group: LIE!

I could go on and on, but I grow weary—I won’t even get into the several million dollars this charlatan has spent to cover up his past including his birth certificate, his educational transcripts, and his medical records. Do we even know his real name? Is it Obama or Soetero, Barry or Barack, Boss Tweed or just Milquetoast??

This man (and I use the term extremely loosely) cannot open his mouth without a lie coming out—he is the very embodiment of a sleazy politician–yet all his acolytes continue to believe he is actually different, is actually above the dirty dealings and unctuous corruption that now defines Washington. Well these people are flat-out stupid—it can no longer be said in more diplomatic terms. If you believe a word from this gutless, dissembling, makes-Clinton-look-honest manipulator then you are a moron…capital M.

Voters!! We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Voters!!

August 7, 2010

It’s rather alarming how the will of the American people is continually being subverted by arrogant judges and bloated politicians who think their conscience (or rather the interests of those who have bought them) should trump the democratic process. U.S. District Judge Vaughn Walker ruled this week that Proposition 8, California’s ban on same-sex marriage, is unconstitutional, and so same-sex marriages should be allowed. This is all fine and dandy—I don’t care who marries whom—but there’s one burr under the saddle in this whole drama…the people of California VOTED IN FAVOR of the proposition.

Now you can point out the hypocrisy of the “enlightened” and “tolerant” California voter who decides that he’s liberal until there’s something he doesn’t want to tolerate, but at the end of the day, shouldn’t the peoples’ vote count for something? There’s a very troubling mentality in this country that extends from local government all the way to the White House…that voters simply don’t matter and that a core of pompous elites should decide what’s right for the rest of us. Note the terrifying rationale of California governor Arnold Schwarzenegger when remarking on Judge Walker’s ruling: “The Administration believes the public interest is best served by permitting the Court’s judgment to go into effect, thereby restoring the right of same-sex couples to marry in California.” In other words, the public interest is best served by ignoring the public interest—their votes.

Jerry Brown, former governor, and current Democratic nominee in the 2010 governor’s race had this to say, “As this Court has concluded that Proposition 8 is unconstitutional, the public interest weighs against its continued enforcement.” Again with the public interest. George Orwell must feel as if his tomb is a swing head centrifuge.

Where is this all going to end? Well certainly not at the federal level with the chosen one running roughshod over the voters’ wishes. Over two-thirds of Americans didn’t want Obama’s health care plan to pass, so the leader of the most transparent administration in history cut a bunch of backroom deals to ensure its passage. Voters in Arizona, who are being overrun by illegal infestation, decided to take matters in their own hands and approved SB 1070, and now they have to endure a costly lawsuit filed by Barack and his henchmen who somehow feel it’s proper to sue to overturn a legal vote, but can’t seem to find the time to prosecute thugs with billy clubs who intimidated voters during the presidential election.

“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.” Indeed. Rest well, George.

Can’t Buy Me Love

June 8, 2010

I watched with bemusement last week as Paul McCartney, during his visit to our nation’s capital, made sarcastic remarks about George Bush’s intellect by implying he didn’t know what a library was. Now old “W” is no mental giant to be sure, but I don’t think Sir Paul should be throwing stones. He was recently fleeced of nearly $50 million by a one-legged, gold-digging tramp—who’s the genius now, Paul??

Take into further account that one of those in attendance at the former Beatle’s White House fete thinks our country comprises fifty-seven states, and I’m surprised anyone in the room could remember to breathe. The lesson: It takes one to know one, and washed-up bassists should stick to what they know.