Okay, I Confess. It’s My Voodoo Doll

May 17, 2017 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized

Y’all, I’ve been caught.  It was me.  I have a voodoo doll.

This went out from Trump’s campaign yesterday.


I know the writing is little so …

“You already knew the media was out to get us.

But sadly it’s not just the fake news … There are people within our own unelected bureaucracy that want to sabotage President Trump and our entire America First movement.”

You know how when sometimes when you travel you wake up in the morning in a hotel room and wonder for a couple of seconds where you are and where’s your stuff and what’s that thing over in the corner?  I feel that way all the time now.

There are people out there really confusing me.  Where the hell is their hotel room if they think anybody is sabotaging Donald Trump except Donald Trump?

A senior official in the Trump administration, who previously worked on the president’s campaign, offered a candid and brief assessment of the fallout from that string of bad press: “I don’t see how Trump isn’t completely f***ed.”

Wanna borrow this?  It appears to be in fine working oder.


Thanks to Bunny for the heads up.

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9 Comments to “Okay, I Confess. It’s My Voodoo Doll”

  1. Jane & PKM says:

    Face palm? SMDH? What gesture suffices to cover this special snowflake claim by Bannon: “They want it to be Special Interests first to enrich themselves…” That would be pretty funny and highly accurate, if Steve was referring to the current occupants(s) of the White House and chosen staff like Devos and Tillerson. But no, Steve means some other “they” like the ubiquitous they that are keeping the economically privileged down. Dayum, people. Without Donnie, Lyin’ Ryan and that Turdle Creature, the .01% will never catch a break.

    Speaking of “Drain the Swamp,” Ted Lieu (D-CA) introduced the SWAMP Act.

    “This Act may be cited as the “Stop Waste And Misuse by the President Act of 2017” or as the “SWAMP Act of 2017”.


  2. Ted in Austin says:

    I’ve ordered one of these Trump dolls to use as my own voodoo doll.https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/560181280/trump-troll-doll-sculpture-by-chuck-williams?ref=email
    Hopefully Trump will be out of office before the expected delivery in February 2018!

  3. If I borrowed yours there wouldn’t much to return.
    Gotta get me one or dozen. Maybe a gross to share with friends.

  4. treehugger says:

    We all need to get one and do a stabbing on it every time he does something stupid or illegal or hateful. I figure it’d take less than a week to get the porcupine look.

  5. #1: Trump CAMPAIGN? Has anybody told this glassbowl that it’s over? (Yeah, I know he’s already officially started his 2020 campaign– solely so people can give him money “for his campaign.”)

    #2: “enrich themselves while the citizens of our country remain an afterthought.” (Side note: observe use of “citizens” rather than “people.”) A perfect description of the sickening SOBs trying to strip health care from 24 million people to give themselves and their rich buddies a fat tax cut. Oh, I agree that we have to FIGHT BACK.

    #3: I wake up and do that thing you do– who am I, where am I, who is he, do I have all my limbs, how *many* cats are on this bed– and at some point I have to remember that Donnie is president. I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t complained to the police about my “WTF!” every bloody morning.

  6. slipstream says:

    Awwwww . . . are they being mean to the Pussygrabber in Chief? Are they criticizing the poor little snowflake?

    Let’s all pitch in to buy him a great big box of Kleenex.

  7. Rhea, you made me guffaw. “I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t complained to the police about my “WTF!” every bloody morning.” I got an instant mental image:

    It’s early morning on a quiet, sun kissed, leafy residential street. The paper girl has passed on her bike trailing the sound of whirring spokes and white papers on green grass. The neighbor comes out in her robe to get the newspaper off the lawn. She bends, picks it, straightens, sees that the paper is already gone from across the street, checks her watch, waits a beat, then hears a shout echoing down the street, “WTF!?!?!” She nods, smiles slightly, and returns to her home. Now her day can begin.

  8. Debbo, yeah, it’s kind of like that, except that I’d have a longer period of blissful ignorance in the mornings if I had to wait until I saw the Post. I swear, for at least the first week it was like waking up and having to remember that someone you love had died.

  9. The other thing I have to do in the morning is remember what year it is. Somewhere around 2013 that answer started lighting up the TILT sign. Since then I have written nonsense such as “2017” on forms and checks but you can’t convince me that that’s the actual year. Now with Donnie as president I’m sure that I’m in an alternate universe entirely.