Like all fascist regimes, Trump and Musk started with the most vulnerable targets and worked their way higher. Their ardent supporters celebrated with every group fed into the grinder of discrimination - including people who should have known better. People who thought that siding with monsters would pave the way to fame, fortune and power. Even as they watched the likes of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Rachel Maddow 'punished' for resisting, they felt so certain their in-group status would afford special benefits or at least spare them the same indignities.
Little did they know that for them, people who would 'betray their own kind', Trump and Musk reserved the the most degrading fates for last.
"It's her! It's the White House Skank!"
Cameras eagerly bombarded her with snaps and flashes when she emerged from Air Trump One - one of few planes still able to safely fly within America's air space. Her new title still stung the instant she heard it. She used to be the Secretary of Homeland Security for god sakes! But like all women who served in positions of power under Trump, it became clear in hindsight just how much authority she never truly had. The dual ceremony of sucking her successor's dick on live TV to establish each of their new jobs sealed that deal.
Her reminiscing could only last so long before a prod in her ass forced her onward.
Step by step, she revealed more of her undress as she descended the stairs. A pair of huge star earrings matched her sparkling silver pasties. Much thought had gone into whether to give her a boob job, but in the end, they left her unaltered to ensure everyone recognized hers as the body of a skank through and through. Her blue thong revealed her relatively flat ass, while the muscle tone in her biceps and legs lent her a masculinity that harshly clashed with this regime's ideas of beauty.
In short? She served as a prime example of what not to be. With that as the goal, she played her part. Yet she couldn't avoid questions when she set a silver high heel off the stairs and strode a good six feet behind Trump and his wife.
"Mrs. Noem! How do you feel about your demotion?"
She forced a smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. That act revealed another indignity, as being the White House Skank required letting her armpit hair grow out. She knew some seedier papers charted its progress to its current height of a huge messy dark patch.
"Demotion? I think you mean promotion!" Kristi Noem said. "As a woman, I was always too stupid for all my old jobs. It's great to finally have one that suits me."
She carried on, the gobs of foundation concealing an embarrassing blush at having to say such things. A long, chilly walk of shame led off the tarmac and into a nearby building where the core purpose of this visit awaited.
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New Orders: Kristi Noem, White House Skank
Like all fascist regimes, Trump and Musk started with the most vulnerable targets and worked their way higher. Their ardent supporters celebrated with every group fed into the grinder of discrimination - including people who should have known better. People who thought that siding with monsters would pave the way to fame, fortune and power. Even as they watched the likes of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Rachel Maddow 'punished' for resisting, they felt so certain their in-group status would afford special benefits or at least spare them the same indignities.
Little did they know that for them, people who would 'betray their own kind', Trump and Musk reserved the the most degrading fates for last.
"It's her! It's the White House Skank!"
Cameras eagerly bombarded her with snaps and flashes when she emerged from Air Trump One - one of few planes still able to safely fly within America's air space. Her new title still stung the instant she heard it. She used to be the Secretary of Homeland Security for god sakes! But like all women who served in positions of power under Trump, it became clear in hindsight just how much authority she never truly had. The dual ceremony of sucking her successor's dick on live TV to establish each of their new jobs sealed that deal.
Her reminiscing could only last so long before a prod in her ass forced her onward.
Step by step, she revealed more of her undress as she descended the stairs. A pair of huge star earrings matched her sparkling silver pasties. Much thought had gone into whether to give her a boob job, but in the end, they left her unaltered to ensure everyone recognized hers as the body of a skank through and through. Her blue thong revealed her relatively flat ass, while the muscle tone in her biceps and legs lent her a masculinity that harshly clashed with this regime's ideas of beauty.
In short? She served as a prime example of what not to be. With that as the goal, she played her part. Yet she couldn't avoid questions when she set a silver high heel off the stairs and strode a good six feet behind Trump and his wife.
"Mrs. Noem! How do you feel about your demotion?"
She forced a smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. That act revealed another indignity, as being the White House Skank required letting her armpit hair grow out. She knew some seedier papers charted its progress to its current height of a huge messy dark patch.
"Demotion? I think you mean promotion!" Kristi Noem said. "As a woman, I was always too stupid for all my old jobs. It's great to finally have one that suits me."
She carried on, the gobs of foundation concealing an embarrassing blush at having to say such things. A long, chilly walk of shame led off the tarmac and into a nearby building where the core purpose of this visit awaited.