

Fresh off Pete Hegseth’s battle rap loss against decency and douche chills at Trump’s renaming of the “Department of War,” the worst Department of Defense rebranding since the Pentagon tried bangs. House Democrats, the Epstein estate, a retiring Republican, and whatever the fuck Marjorie Taylor Greene is considered post-hard-boil, just released the infamous 50th birthday card of Jeffrey Epstein. The one, The Wall Street Journal reported Donald Trump signed and added to with his perverted slapstick alternative called grab-puss comedy, which more resembles an uppity pedophile’s manifesto than a joke you’d send your middle-aged bestie. But because Pam “Bleach” Blondi’s DOJ, the self-proclaimed “House that Transparency Built”, is more scared of upsetting Donald Trump than an elementary school secretary is of opening the door for an unannounced White dude in a red hat. The public won’t gain access to all the pertinent Epstein Files till General Swift-Kelsi of the resistance is elected President of America II, Antifa Boogaloo, and Pam Bondi is spending eternity as Satan’s in-house counsel.




The Guardian Article Quoted – https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/sep/08/trump-epstein-birthday-letter







In today’s Palate Cleanser, not only is The Daily Show back from summer vacation, but so is Donald Trump, back from a Labor Day Weekend spent rising from the dead. Considering water balloon-sized cankles and hand discoloration make paparazzi sightings of Trump appear less like a living President out and about and more like Marlon Brando posing for an autopsy photo. However, despite Hell’s most unfortunate return-to-sender ever, Trump cabinet members still seem to be hedging their bets and auditioning for American Pedo-Idol: Eulogy Edition. I mean, with this much inappropriate ass-kissing taking place at cabinet meetings, by law, you would expect the White House to require an intimacy coordinator.




