Dave's Fiction Warehouse

K risti Noem does look like somebody who would kill her dog – and, when the need arose, her troublesome goat. For that alone, she’s definitely running-mate material for Don Snoreleone. This won’t hurt her a bit. Today’s GOP loves a woman with the stones to kill for convenience.  Remember how much grief Mitt Romney got for hauling his dog 12 hours in a carrier strapped to the top of his car? Me too. I was kind of appalled at the time, but now Mitt seems like St. Francis of Assisi. At least he brought the dog. Kristi would have killed old Seamus the minute she realized the roof thing was going to be a hassle. Once again, folks: Today’s Republican party in microcosm.

  A pril Fool’s Day isn’t what it used to be. When every day in America is a carousel of freakish absurdity, the traditional pranks and fake news stories no longer seem amusing. Consider the above photo (in Monday’s New York Times): a venue full of rubes actually worshiping at the altar of noted theologian Donald Trump. The  story goes on to detail  how Trump is profitably mining the rich vein of ignorance among credulous Christians. He’s closing his rallies with self-serving prayers and sharing articles like “The Crucifixion of Donald Trump.” He’s hawking those $60 Bibles. Coming soon: a $99 MAGA-branded crown of thorns. Or, for you platinum-level disciples, two for $249!  I can’t say anything about Trump that has not been said. Nobody can. Nor can we wait for his DJT stock to tank, or his cheapo Bibles to dissolve in direct sunlight, or for the many guilty verdicts that will follow his many upcoming felony trials. None of it will matter to people who willingly don ...