TARA TELLS THE TRUTH ABOUT TRUMP & THE TRUE TDS
We shouldn't have to suffer just because facts never matter to MAGA snowflakes
Donald Trump will either be sitting in or avoiding a courtroom for whatever’s left of his miserable worthless rapey grifting traitorous criminal existence, and I’ll just keep repeating it until it becomes accepted fact.
Oh wait, that only works with MAGA lies, not the truth. Silly me thinking we could be better than the ostrich sheeple of Cult 45 when it comes to our messaging.
MAGAts like to tell us we have “TDS,” which stands for “Trump Derangement Syndrome.” Because we have this weird obsession with telling the truth about the worst person to ever fling their loaded Depends all over our political norms, how dare we!
We know every accusation is a confession from a Trumper, but it’s still exhausting to know what the truth is and have it not matter at all because a competent President just doesn’t get enough rage-clicks on social media. It’s really hard to not just give up, but that’s exactly why we can’t.
This has been living on my fridge forever, because that’s how long I’ve been struggling to get anywhere when it comes to something that resembles a career. It shouldn’t be this hard for a smart and talented writer who knows plenty about politics to still be unemployed when we live in an overstuffed news cycle.
Last year at this time, I had TWO political writing gigs. Working remotely is the best thing that could have happened for me. It began in the summer of 2020, kicking off a lengthy and happy trend of not worrying about how I would pay my rent.
The second writing gig started in October 2022, and I was cranking out up to ten original articles every day between the two websites. It was GLORIOUS to have money left over after paying the rent and the bills. Last December, I could not just buy holiday gifts for anyone I wanted, including myself, but I could afford to buy really NICE gifts.
It was a refreshing change of pace after years of scraping the rent together with tip money.
Working from home was like the clouds of unemployment had finally lifted forever and showed me the light:
I WORK BETTER WHEN I DON’T WORK WITH OTHER PEOPLE IN THE REAL WORLD.
This isn’t to say I’m not a team player, because I totally am. I have never wanted to be a boss or a manager or have any direct impact on another person’s livelihood or earning potential. This also isn’t to say there weren’t occasional clashes in the Signal rooms with my co-workers/supervisors, because there were, but not because I wasn’t doing my job.
But we have to move forward, and I need to get back to doing what I do best: WRITING THE TRUTH ABOUT POLITICS ALL DAY.
People have asked why I don’t run for office, and it makes me laugh. They might see me as a leader, but I would put the word “thought” in front of it.
Wikipedia says: A thought leader is a person who specializes in a given area and whom others in that industry turn to for guidance.
IT ME!
I would never run for office—I think I’d be a nightmare candidate for any campaign manager because HELLO JERSEY GIRL MOUTH. Plus, the idea of having to read wonky policy stuff and full bills makes my brain cry. I’m better behind the scenes, cranking out the truth to the world in the hopes anyone sees it.
If only someone would pay me to do it instead of Elon suppressing me for it on Twitter.
This also reminds me, George Santos is making Cameos now because of course he is. And it’s pissing me off, so hire me to do a Cameo telling your MAGA relatives the truth. It’s a better way to spend your money because I’m not a convicted felon grifting his own family, among the other eleventy-billion lies Kitara has told.
Now for some additional truths in case you’re not seeing my tweets:
Trump won’t be the GOP’s nominee. Both his mental and physical health have seriously declined over the last few months. You’ll only see him bloviating in front of a courthouse (while being petulantly subdued in the courtroom itself), ranting nonsense at a rally in a random Red State location, or at some dumb party at Mar-a-Lago to make it look like all is well when it’s just the Florida version of rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. Sundowning Paw Paw might make it out to the golf course on Sundays, but he’ll be back inside in time to rage-shart all over Truth Social before heading back to court on Monday morning.
Joe Biden is fucking kicking ass. I suggest bookmarking the White House website for the proper facts about what the Biden-Harris administration has already done, what’s in the works, and how they’re gearing up for their second term. That way, you’re not getting the MSM’s version of what they think. Who cares what they think? Focus on the FACTS ffs.
Marjorie Taylor Greene’s ghostwritten crapbook failure is just another example of MAGAts getting away with far too much. She bragged about plotting January 6th. I’m tired of seeing this Trumptwunt make millions while I’m already worried about making next month’s rent before I’ve paid this month’s rent.
Which reminds me, I’ve now sold 358 copies of THE SOUND OF SETTLING, and 12,000 pages have been read on Der Kindle, so where’s my big Hollywood deal already? SHEESH.
Finally, I made an Amazon Wish List because I’m the Eternal Little Match Girl of Twitter still waiting for her big break.
And that’s the harshest truth to tell of all.
Speaking of Amazon wish lists, you’re on mine. As soon as I’m un-broke, I will see right by you. Keep the faith Eternal Little Match Girl of Twitter.
You are so sweet! If I end up with two brush sets, I will regift one to a friend, thank you so much!