Stink

 That smell you may be experiencing could be smoke from wildfires up north in the new frontier we used to call "Canada." 

It might also be the refuse left over from Elongated Mush's five month stay in Washington, DC. 

I leave it to you to decide how those two are related, but I will be focusing on the latter, since we all know that "Canada" has always been famous for its wildfires and it certainly has nothing to do with climate change.

Or Elongated Mush. The man whose portable methane powered turbine generators have been powering his supercomputer in Memphis for months now. The massive machine he lovingly calls "Colossus." without a hint of irony. Not everyone gets irony. Or sarcasm. 

So I will attempt to make this as clear as possible: Transhpobic racists who abuse drugs should stick to blowing up rockets rather than muck about in our government. The Mushmaster said, upon his departure from DC that he was surprised to find, "The federal bureaucracy situation is much worse than I realized,” his whine continued. “DOGE is just becoming the whipping boy for everything.” Not only that, “People were burning Teslas. Why would you do that? That’s really uncool.”

So is the appropriation of citizen's private data. So is cutting off food aid to the most vulnerable populations in the world. So is firing national park rangers. 

Of course, when did Elongated Mush become the arbiter of "cool?" 

History will show that really rich fascists tend not to succeed in government. Mush bought himself just enough time and influence to go back to his crumbling empire where his drones will prop him back up and restore his sense of invulnerability. 

And maybe bring some air freshener to mask the stink?