Whatever You Did On Thanksgiving, It Wasn't As Weird As Mar-a-Lago

Also, BLACK FRIDAY WEEKEND SALE!

And what are YOU thankful for?

I said I was taking off from the newsletter and from Wonkette until Monday, but I at least wanted to send something at the normal Friday newsletter time. And then I saw this video of the “festivities” at Mar-a-Lago on Thanksgiving, if you can call them that, and I knew what I was going to send y’all.

I just don’t know what’s the saddest thing about that video.

Let me count the ways:

Elon Musk still hasn’t left Mar-a-Lago or Donald Trump’s side. He has like 12 children and a brother and a sister, but this is where he is on Thanksgiving. (His mother Maye appears to be sitting on the other side of the table, she who goes on Fox News to talk about what a genius boy he is, and to express her displeasure at people calling him cruel names like “billionaire.”)

They are playing “YMCA”, the song about gay bathhouse sex that is the official party theme of the MAGA movement. It is Trump’s favorite. He likes to do the “robot jerking two dicks off at once” dance to it.

They are playing this song on Thanksgiving, because that’s how much Trump can’t get enough of it. Trump’s wife Melania sits at the table. Trump’s 18-year-old son Barron sits at the table. We do not see any other Trump offspring — besides Elon — at the table. Maybe they are there, at another table. Is that more fail-family at the table behind them? Feel free to identify any deplorables you can pick out.

Trump pounds the tablecloth to the beat like a toddler demanding Cheerios. Trump peer pressures Elon into dancing in his chair to the gay bathhouse sex song. Elon does not know the dance to the gay bathhouse sex song, which is one of the most well-known dances in the world, the steps of which are literally delineated in the title of the song.

This is not rocket science like the fucking “Macarena” or something. Ha ha, “rocket science.” As if that is a thing Elon is good at.

So instead Elon punches in the air like he does when he does that weird roary jumpy thing at Trump rallies. When Elon punches in the air to the gay bathhouse sex song, it is sort of to the beat. Sort of.

Elon is wearing an “X” t-shirt, like a child who refuses to take off their Halloween costume.

Lord, what a unlikeable dweeb.

All around the room, Mar-a-Lago Thanksgiving eaters have their phones out, taking video like they are witnessing something genuinely cool.

These are the people we have to endure for the next four years.

But hey, while we’re here, it’s Black Friday, AKA the official kickoff to the holiday shopping season. This is a silly edition of the newsletter, but I’m absolutely asking for all y’all’s support as we head into scary times as a country, to help me keep this joint alive and growing, adding my voice to the mix and speaking whatever truths I think need to be spoken and/or yelled much more loudly.

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Anyway, that’s all. Hope you all are having lovely weeks, however you are or are not celebrating. And keep sharing, wherever you share things! (I’m on the Bluesky now, you should follow me.)

OK that’s it, regular schedule back next week, see you next week bye!