Iran may have a supreme leader, we have a supreme dolt. Donald Trump does it yet once again. He caused international embarrassment just a few days ago when he entertained the president of Liberia and asked him where he learned to speak such great English — having clearly never heard of the place. Trump, you would think, would have at least gotten a simple briefing, “Liberia is the country where many Black Americans returned to. Its official language is English. Its capitol is Monrovia, named for James Monroe, the fifth U.S. president who supported the American Colonization Society, which established Liberia as a colony for freed slaves.” That’s three or four bullet points right? But it’s above Trump. And so is this.
Ah yes, reinventing the emergency alert system like it’s 1952…“tremendous bells.”
— Ryan @ FamilyMan.AI (@FamilyManAI) July 13, 2025
“Maybe they should have had bells.” The man is oblivious. He simply is not tuned into the reality that the rest of us are. He thinks that we take out our identification when we buy groceries. He’s never been in a grocery store, I bet. It would be hilarious to see him go shopping. Maybe he’s seen photos of people shopping in magazines. But then he doesn’t read, so maybe not.
American education has tanked but this isn’t even educational. This is simple street smarts, basic experience in life. Where I live, we get amber alerts and also flash flood alerts. The last flash flood alert I remember was back in 2021, but with Trump in office, I’ll just monitor the weather myself and hope for the best, I guess. I bet if you ask him if he’s heard of the Emergency Broadcast System or Civil Defense or any of that, the answer will be no. In fact, don’t anybody mention it, he’ll decide it’s frivolous and cut all those programs along with public radio.
Cans on strings is good. And I also like clowns on banana bikes. See, it’s so great how Donald inspires us all to come and reason together, as LBJ used to encourage us to do.
Again, Trump doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how to operate a computer, even. I’ve seen photos of him driving, so I guess he did learn how to drive a car. That’s impressive. Donald simply doesn’t live in this world. Yet through an incredible and improbable set of circumstances, he occupies our highest office. Once again, I wonder if I’ve died and gone to Hell or if I’m in some nightmare that I will eventually wake up from.
The Dunning Kruger President for the Dunning Kruger Party, elected by the Dunning Kruger voters.
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Dunning Kruger certainly describes DON THE CON. Never has there been someone who thinks he knows more than everyone who in reality know less than everyone.
DON THE CON IS AN IMBECILE..
An apt description of the whole mess!
I’m in my late 60s, and since the time I can remember we had sirens on poles all over town loud enough to wake the dead. Tornadoes were the worry. Unless it was a bad weather morning with severe weather conditions developing or underway the first Tues. morning of every month at ten a.m. those sirens were tested. Hell, our teachers would look at the clock and pause school lessons because the sound was so loud and distracting!
The thing is, everyone knew from TV (and in those days it was just a handful of over the air broadcasts, or even just looking west at a frontal system that stretched from south to north coming at us (and other signs) that shit was about to get dangerous. And word of mouth too. So when those sirens went off we all knew what to do.
Before that, in towns and hamlets across the country going back to colonial times there was a cruder but still pretty effective system to warn people something bad was happening or about to. A handful of people would be dispatched to ring the freaking church bells! Once telephones were common it was quick work to dispatch people to ring the bells. At one time all it did was get people out of their houses to find out what the hell was going on. But word would quickly get passed down the streets and folks would respond to fight a fire, or take shelter (and rouse neighbors who hadn’t come out of their houses) and so on. It’s still the way warnings of danger or ‘HELP’ in Amish places!
That we have a President who doesn’t know such simple stuff is astounding. Yet I know so many people, so many I grew up with who make excuses for their Trumpty! Once again I must note we are confronted with a human trait that’s damned near impossible to deal with – few, if any of us like admitting we were wrong. The bigger our mistake/misjudgement is the harder we dig in. Admitting even to ourselves we blew it is excruciating. Admitting it to OTHERS? That’s a whole new thing. THAT is what we have been having to deal with when it comes to those who supported and voted for Trump. That basic human unwillingness to admit we made a really STUPID decision, or got conned. We’ve all had it happen. Someone we trusted, that we knew would never, ever betray us broke that trust. A spouse or partner cheats on us. Some salesman (say a used car) suckered us. I can come up with countless examples. My point is that shame is a powerful emotion and we fight like hell to deny it when it wells up within us.
I point this out from time to time not to say it’s useless to try and get a Trumpkin to allow the scales to fall from their eyes, but to remind folks of what we are dealing with with such people. To look at examples from our own lives and what it took for us to finally admit we f**ked up. Like I said, the bigger the f**kup the more a person tries to deny it and more often than not the harder you push the more they (or each of us) will dig in.
You know, I seem to recall–during #DrowsyDonnie’s first (mis)administration–there was talk FROM Drumpf himself about developing a system that would broadcast alerts to deliver whatever pile of mush was coming from the Dotard’s one or two neurons (passing for a “brain”) to everyone’s cell phones, much like Amber Alerts and other emergency systems and which could NOT be disabled. (And, while you can set your phone to mute Amber Alerts and weather warnings, the system to push the Dotard’s pablum was supposed to be designed so it could not even be muted. So, a 3am rage tweet might blow up your phone and wake you from a sound sleep–it’s one thing for a rude awakening if your area was under severe weather warnings and such but not to read the Dotard’s incoherent garbage.)
And now, he’s claiming that he “just came up with” the idea of an emergency alert system?
The man cannot even keep up with his own bullshit.