Totally Obliterated
Stinky Pete rises again
I’ve had this idea for a few days, but I wasn’t sure about it. Then Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth unfairly exploded on a reporter for merely doing her job, so I decided he deserves this. Fuck Pete Hegseth (but not literally).
Stinky Pete attacked a reporter, from Fox News of all places, for doing her job. Her crime was asking Pete a question.
Jennifer Griffin of Fox News asked about whether there was any certainty that highly enriched uranium was stored at the mountain bunker bombed by the US, given that satellite photos showed more than a dozen trucks were seen there two days in advance.
Pete replied, “Of course, we’re watching every single aspect,” Hegseth said. “But, Jennifer, you’ve been about the worst, the one who misrepresents the most intentionally what the president says.”
How did Griffin misrepresent anything that Trump has said with that question? The question was based on the fact that satellite photos showed trucks at the site days before the bombing,” and while Trump was publicly mulling over whether or not to bomb it. In fact, it’s a very important question and there’s nothing wrong with it, even to the point that it shouldn’t piss anyone off, even a goose-stepping drunky fascist who can’t keep his dick in his pants. But, I guess the question does challenge the talking points and propaganda the regime has put out. This question was apparently worse than the time Sean Spicer was asked about crowd sizes. How dare you!!!!
After the bombing, Trump said Iran’s nuclear program was “totally obliterated.” As it turns out, not so much unless “totally” doesn’t mean totally anymore. Maybe they could say it was slightly obliterated. This is like the time when the military killed ISIS leader Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, and Trump said he “died like a dog,” while telling other huge lies about the operation.
An early intelligence assessment leaked to media outlets on Tuesday suggested that the strikes only set Iran’s enrichment program back by a few months and did not destroy its core components.
Any challenge to the narrative that the sites weren’t “totally oblitereated” pisses TACO off nearly as much as being called TACO.
The preliminary analysis was produced by the Defense Intelligence Agency, the Pentagon’s intelligence arm, and reportedly found that the bombing of Iran’s nuclear sites sealed off the entrances to two facilities but did not collapse their underground buildings. Basically, Trump bombed the fuck out of their doors.
One of the idiot trolls at GoComics claimed the media was following Iran’s talking points, but no…we’re following US intelligence on this. By the way, US intelligence, or any other intelligence, doesn’t include Donald Trump. This is not the first time Trump has had issues with American intelligence. He once sided with Putin over US intelligence.
I don’t know which makes the regime angrier, the analysis or the leak. It sure pissed off White House SpokesBarbie Karoline Leavitt.
Leavitt rejected the intelligence report and accused CNN, which first revealed it, of “fake news.” She later sent a tweet.
She also attacked the CNN reporter who wrote the story, Natasha Bertrand, saying, “She should be ashamed of herself.”
Other reporters came to the defense of Bertrand and Griffin, though Fox News didn’t defend either, even their own reporter.
I can confidently say, as someone in the media and who has followed Bertrand’s work from MSNBC to CNN, that she’s an incredible reporter. I resent the regime for its attempts to defame and delegitimize her.
This is more of the Trump regime trying to destroy a free press, which Trump has called the “enemy of the American people.”
Hanging out: I got to hang out with one of you guys yesterday. Like you, John is a subscriber to this blog, and he lives in the area. He bought us a couple of beers, and we talked about cartoons and music, and a few other topics. I’m sorry I was late. I had another dog issue. We also each purchased a $25 candy bar from a very skilled 11-year-old female salesperson. I really hope she’s going to Disney World.
John brought his extremely intelligent and talented daughter with him, but she didn’t want to be in a photo with two old guys who can get snookered by an 11-year-old.
Creative note: As I said, I wrote this a couple of days ago. But, I sent the cartoon out forgetting to color Stinky Pete’s neck. I fixed it here, on Facebook, and maybe on GoComics.
Music note: I listened to The Cars.
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It was great to get to hang out with you, Clay. Thanks for taking the time, and for putting on your dad hat and not cursing too much in front of my daughter - not that she probably hasn’t heard it all before, lol. It was a lot of fun to meet the person behind the hilarious, crazy creative cartoons you somehow crank out every day.
Just fyi everyone else, I told Clay I find his newsletter as entertaining as his cartoons, and it made him wonder if he should do a book. Keep your fingers crossed!
If I spoke to customers the way Booze Boy spoke to that reporter, my ass would be grass and HR would be the lawnmower. Not that I really expect anything resembling professionalism from this farce of an administration.
P.S. - Hi, John! 👋