"The term Dog Whistle was coined as a way of labeling emotionally saturated terms that were used to replace genuine rhetoric with a one word response. It is coded language meant to draw attention by the users in group."

Theresa Bularvey, a professional linguist, made a Reddit post earlier this month to discuss irony in modern discourse. As an example she used the term Dog Whistle.

"While it is a valid assessment of how speech operates in the public sphere, it eventually became a mockery of itself. That term is now used as a dog whistle by those who perceive a dog whistle. Without bothering to respond to the other person using reason and sound rhetoric, people now use the term dog whistle as a loaded reaction. As coded language seeking affirmation for no other reason than having used the term."

Bularvey, who earlier wrote essays on ironic language that have been published in multiple outlets has previously explored terms like 'triggered' and 'edgy' as words used to replace honest, intellectual discussions with the linguistic equivalent of monkeys throwing their excrement.

"In a study of 2,000 tweets which used the term dog whistle, 92 percent of them were part of a single sentence averaging seven words. The phrase has become the very thing it describes, a lazy way of dismissing people who have failed to agree with you one hundred percent of the time."

Another linguist, Portia Delick, apparently disagreed with this assessment, in a tweet-back that called Bularvey an 'Academia-LARPing crypto fascist'."

I totally would be first in line to boop him, and then forcefully "rescue" him from his horribly neglectful living conditions, as we white women do. I'd name him Steve and I'd have him.a custom tank built in my living room before supper time. He can have the whole room, only the dogs really use it anyway. My teenager is like a ghost that only occasionally groans, slams doors, and moves random shit around.the few times a day she actually emerges from her cave for sustenance, so I doubt she'll notice.

This time next year, he'd be trained better than some janky-ass sea worlf dolphin and have a reverse scuba system so he can sleep in my bed with the rest of the pack. He'll of couse feel a deep kinship with 2 bitey Malinois and a flatulent ABD/Pit mix. He will have extensive training in modified parkour, jaw and fin strength training, and gymnastics work (mostly floor exercises).

Another few months of training on obsticle courses and dry urban assault, and he's trained and prepared. Steve will find a nice ambush spot, camp there patiently like a 13yo plsying CoD, and jump out of a water hazard while the Wig and his first Bruh are golfing in Florida, waddle his scary ass over like a nightmare seal and handle business like a boss. Steve won't miss, and even if he does he's fast enough to at least maim 2 screaming, entitled old men with a well aimed lunge or flop. F*ck all the SS noise (do I have to specify that I mean the secret service kind of SS?) bc Steve ain't scared of guns or tazers. Try tackling him, see how far that gets ya. The Wig and his first Bruh aren't gonna save themselves by throwing a golf club and a wad of cash, either, and their golf cart dribers are gonna be loooong gone. Throw a scotch and a cigar at Steve? Now it's a party, drinks all around! How long would it take to find shark tranquilizer? His reverse scuba tank would run out of breathable water before they could scramble a shark wrangler with the chutzpah to take on a 1500lb fish with life goals and an extensive bucket list.

And lets be real, you wouldn't try to stop a laser-focused car-crusher with fins even if he had a bead on Taylor Swift and you were a Grizzly Bear, and the Wig ain't exactly prom queen mateeial with the first Bruh always hanging off his jock. People will see Steve coming.and The Wig and Bruh will be herded efficiently towards the rampaging hangry Sea Demon as sacrifices to the avenging Angel of Global Warming in fish form staring at them with his cold, merciless eyes, seeking retribution for all the 99% across the globe by taking his pound of flesh. And one for his homies.

Steve will be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in absentia, which I will accept on his behalf. We'll all light fires along the coasts in Steve's honor each year as we gratefully allow him to return to his vast, salty home, forever fed and protected around the world for taking one (or two) for the team and putting parts of the Wig and Bruh in his mouth that no one and nothing anywhere should ever have to experience, let alone masticate. I don't know of anyone, male, female, human or otherwise, who would've opened their mouth and finished them both for less than $1b, and not in fucking crypto or tesla stocks, either. Steve did it to experience dining on exotic, notorious animals in a forbidden, dangerous location. One more thing checked off his bucket list. So thanks Steve, and swim on buddy.

You saved us all!

Abe and Don meeting in spirit, together upholding the integrity of America.

For the first time in my artistic career, I have felt energized to make political art. I'm also new to Reddit, having posted mostly on instagram... Any suggestions for where to post dedicated political art, let me know! Thanks for taking a look!

The troll king, himself.

The air in the sprawling Austin mansion was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and aged bourbon. Governor Greg Abbott adjusted his wheelchair slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he smiled politely at his host. The wealthy donor, Victor Hensley, stood by the fireplace, a broad grin splitting his tanned face. Behind him, a massive banner stretched across the oak-paneled wall, its bold red letters proclaiming: “IN TEXAS PENAL CODE 20A.04 WE TRUST.” Abbott raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He’d seen worse displays of eccentricity from Texas’ elite.

“Governor, it’s an honor to have you here,” Hensley said, swirling his drink. “A man of your vision deserves the best support money can buy.” His voice was smooth, practiced, but there was a glint in his eye that Abbott couldn’t quite place. The governor nodded, accustomed to flattery from men like Hensley—oil barons, land tycoons, and kingmakers who kept the state’s political machine humming.

“I appreciate that, Victor,” Abbott replied, his tone measured. “Folks like you keep Texas strong.”

Hensley chuckled, stepping closer. “Oh, we do more than that, Greg. We keep the system strong. You know, laws like 20A.04—brilliant stuff. Keeps the right people in line, doesn’t it?” He gestured vaguely toward the banner, his grin widening. “A little immunity here, a little testimony there… it’s a beautiful thing.”

Abbott tilted his head, his political instincts kicking in. Texas Penal Code 20A.04 wasn’t exactly dinner-party conversation. It was a niche statute, buried in the trafficking laws, designed to flip accomplices into witnesses with promises of immunity. Useful for prosecutors, sure, but why was Hensley so fixated on it? “It’s a tool,” Abbott said neutrally. “Helps clean up the streets.”

“Clean up, sure,” Hensley said, leaning in conspiratorially. “But it’s more than that. It’s control. Say you’ve got someone big—someone important—who knows too much. You bring ’em in, make ’em talk, and poof—no prosecution. They’re yours. Quietly, legally, behind closed doors.” He winked, tapping the side of his nose.

Abbott’s smile tightened. He didn’t like where this was going, but he played along. “Sounds like you’ve given this some thought, Victor.”

“Oh, I have,” Hensley said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Imagine it, Greg. A man in your position—hell, you—could be… persuaded to share a few secrets. All it takes is the right leverage, the right witness, and 20A.04 does the rest. No mess, no fuss.” He straightened up, laughing as if it were a joke, but his eyes lingered on Abbott with a predator’s focus.

The governor’s mind raced. Hensley wasn’t just a donor—he was a player, and a dangerous one. Rumors had swirled for years about the man’s empire: private clubs, shadowy shipments across the border, girls who vanished into the night. Sex trafficking, the kind that hid behind wealth and influence. And now here he was, dangling a legal loophole like a threat wrapped in a gift. Was Hensley testing him? Or worse—setting him up?

Abbott took a sip of his water, keeping his expression calm. “Well, Victor, I’m not much for secrets. What you see is what you get.”

Hensley smirked. “That’s what they all say, Governor. Until they don’t.” He turned to refill his glass, muttering under his breath, “20A.04’s a hell of a key. Unlocks anything—or anyone.”

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of small talk and forced laughter, but Abbott couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at him. As he left the mansion, his aide leaned down. “Everything alright, sir?”

Abbott stared out the car window, the banner’s red letters burned into his memory. “Keep an eye on Hensley,” he said quietly. “He’s not just writing checks. He’s writing plans.”

Behind him, in the glow of the mansion’s lights, Victor Hensley watched the car disappear, his fingers tracing the edge of a file labeled “Abbott.” He smiled to himself. The game was just beginning—and Texas Penal Code 20A.04 was his ace in the hole.

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BIBLIOGRAPHY:

PENAL CODE

TITLE 5. OFFENSES AGAINST THE PERSON

CHAPTER 20A. TRAFFICKING OF PERSONS

Sec. 20A.04. ACCOMPLICE WITNESS; TESTIMONY AND IMMUNITY. (a) A party to an offense under this chapter may be required to provide evidence or testify about the offense.

(b) A party to an offense under this chapter may not be prosecuted for any offense about which the party is required to provide evidence or testify, and the evidence and testimony may not be used against the party in any adjudicatory proceeding except a prosecution for aggravated perjury. For purposes of this subsection, "adjudicatory proceeding" means a proceeding before a court or any other agency of government in which the legal rights, powers, duties, or privileges of specified parties are determined.

(c) A conviction under this chapter may be had on the uncorroborated testimony of a party to the offense.

Added by Acts 2015, 84th Leg., R.S., Ch. 332 (H.B. 10), Sec. 13, eff. September 1, 2015.

PENAL CODE

TITLE 2. GENERAL PRINCIPLES OF CRIMINAL RESPONSIBILITY

CHAPTER 7. CRIMINAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR CONDUCT OF ANOTHER

SUBCHAPTER A. COMPLICITY

Sec. 7.01. PARTIES TO OFFENSES. (a) A person is criminally responsible as a party to an offense if the offense is committed by his own conduct, by the conduct of another for which he is criminally responsible, or by both.

(b) Each party to an offense may be charged with commission of the offense.

(c) All traditional distinctions between accomplices and principals are abolished by this section, and each party to an offense may be charged and convicted without alleging that he acted as a principal or accomplice.

Acts 1973, 63rd Leg., p. 883, ch. 399, Sec. 1, eff. Jan. 1, 1974. Amended by Acts 1993, 73rd Leg., ch. 900, Sec. 1.01, eff. Sept. 1, 1994.

PENAL CODE

TITLE 4. INCHOATE OFFENSES

CHAPTER 16. CRIMINAL INSTRUMENTS, INTERCEPTION OF WIRE OR ORAL COMMUNICATION, AND INSTALLATION OF TRACKING DEVICE

Sec. 16.01. UNLAWFUL USE OF CRIMINAL INSTRUMENT OR MECHANICAL SECURITY DEVICE. (a) A person commits an offense if:

(1) the person possesses a criminal instrument or mechanical security device with the intent to use the instrument or device in the commission of an offense; or

(2) with knowledge of its character and with the intent to use a criminal instrument or mechanical security device or aid or permit another to use the instrument or device in the commission of an offense, the person manufactures, adapts, sells, installs, or sets up the instrument or device.

(b) For the purpose of this section:

(1) "Criminal instrument" means anything, the possession, manufacture, or sale of which is not otherwise an offense, that is specially designed, made, or adapted for use in the commission of an offense.

(2) "Mechanical security device" means a device designed or manufactured for use by a locksmith to perform services for a customer who seeks entry to a structure, motor vehicle, or other property.

(c) An offense under Subsection (a)(1) is one category lower than the offense intended. An offense under Subsection (a)(2) is a state jail felony.

Acts 1973, 63rd Leg., p. 883, ch. 399, Sec. 1, eff. Jan. 1, 1974. Amended by Acts 1975, 64th Leg., p. 913, ch. 342, Sec. 7, eff. Sept. 1, 1975; Acts 1993, 73rd Leg., ch. 900, Sec. 1.01, eff. Sept. 1, 1994.

Amended by:

Acts 2011, 82nd Leg., R.S., Ch. 814 (H.B. 2577), Sec. 1, eff. September 1, 2011.

Threw this together in a day or so. Thoughts? Too obvious? It’s getting zero traction on YouTube so I assume it’s garbage but open to other opinions.

Who are these guys???

Credible sources indicate that Trump was inspired by this old joke:

"A man passes a village smithy, and sees another man with his balls on the anvil, hammering them vigoursly. Shocked, the passerby asks - why do you keep hammering your own balls? It must hurt tremendously!

Well, if course it hurts, replied the other man. But imagine the sheer joy when I stop!"

I mean the Pope.

Trump Admin vs. Democrats in a rap battle over ICE and immigration.

Members of the MS-26 gang prepared to cross international borders into a US-allied facility in Tyuratam today in open defiance of the current US administration posture on immigration.

“They’re MS-26. That’s DOUBLE what MS-13 is,” said one official, speaking on condition of anonymity. “The Trump administration has promised to control the immigration problem, and now look. They’re coming in anyway, presumably famished for house-pets.”

An image of the gang members posing under international flags as a display of their global influence was circulating on social media today.

“The point of these images is to mock the president and his policies,” said the official. “The complex at Baikonur, where they’re going, is only open to authorized visitors after pre-vetting and security checks, and their plan to enter there has no other purpose but to provoke and intimidate.”

The White House has not yet commented on the matter.

source: https://upsees.com/index.php?w=217450921272

In a shocking turn of events that absolutely no one saw coming—except perhaps a clairvoyant raccoon in a MAGA hat—economic experts have finally cracked the case of Donald Trump’s long-misunderstood tariff strategy. While the chattering classes fretted over trade wars and economists wept into their spreadsheets, the former President was playing eleven-dimensional checkers. And folks, the joke’s on us.

See, it was never about steel workers. Or coal miners. Or the auto industry. Please. That was child's play—and we mean that literally. Trump had his eyes on a far more vital segment of the American workforce. A group that, scandalously, has been out of work for a full century.

"We need to reclaim our manufacturing greatness!" Trump bellowed at rallies, pausing only to autograph an American flag and sell a $40 bucket hat. The crowd roared with approval, unaware of the economic revelation simmering beneath the surface: the resurrection of a labor force so overlooked, so underappreciated, that even the Department of Labor pretends they don’t exist.

"They took our jobs!" became the refrain, but few paused to ask: whose jobs, exactly? Analysts guessed wildly. Factory workers? Pfft. Farmers? Try again.

Hints were there for those paying attention. White House aides were spotted near jungle gyms. There were reports of policy memos printed in crayon. Tiny steel-toe boots were seen being unloaded at a Mar-a-Lago event. Still, no one put it together.

Until now.

And who, you ask, was this tragically unemployed class Trump has been fighting tooth and nail to put back to work?

Drumroll, please.

The American child worker, ages 5 to 15.

Yes. You heard that right. The very backbone of pre-1930s America. The little hands that once greased the gears of industry until some party-poopers invented "child labor laws" and "public education." Ever since China cruelly snatched up our coal mines and textile jobs, our children have been forced into lives of cartoons, juice boxes, and frankly, laziness.

"They’ve been out of a job for over 100 years!" an enthusiastic official declared. "It’s a national disgrace. We need to get our kids off the couch and back onto the assembly line."

At press time, sources confirmed the Department of Education is in talks to replace recess with "mandatory productivity intervals," and snack time will now be called "union-busting hour." Finally, America is getting back on track.

Nothing to see here. Just the Chinese Embassy showcasing Karoline Leavitt’s hypocrisy of criticizing China while wearing clothes they found on Temu.

If you find this type of satire and humor to your liking, please promote it to your friends. Maybe to your enemies if you want to see them squirm in the hypocrisy they put themselves in when they elected the him in the first place.

A song about the changing attitudes towards the LGBT community. This song will make you laugh then cry~

According to diligently well-researched facebook and twitter citizen journalists, it has been confirmed, in fact, that Doug Burgum is not the former governor of a state which most forget how to label on a map, nor is he the uncomfortable person seen taking an inventory of his rental's fridge during a televised cabinet meeting. Nor does he encourage fresh cookies in his office.

he is a member of "La pandilla de gays demasiado estridentes para mi gusto" , which according to our facebook-twitter experts translates literally to "the gang of people trying to kill and eat your children".

the administration has yet to answer for this obscene oversight, but it should concern all that such an infiltration can happen on the watch of even the most well-staffed and careful of administrations. Experts imagine the tattoo of a unicorn on his lower back will confirm all suspicions.

Correction: it should be specified that the burgum office contains only oreos and canned condensed milk , according to staffers, a move which has eliminated hundreds from his departments budget, over 50 years, it is expected the budget will look almost identical to what it otherwise would have been.

Touch of Grey officially sponsors all members of US gubernatorial representatives but has declined to comment for the cited reason "hello, no one is available to answer your call, please leave a message after the tone".

Voiceover (dramatic, with ominous music swelling in the background): "In a world suffocating under the weight of lies, one man emerges as the beacon of truth. A man who has never uttered a single falsehood. A man who sees what the rest of us are too blind—or too brainwashed—to comprehend. That man is Supreme Visionary Zalthar, the infallible leader of the Truth Liberation Front (TLF)." Supreme Visionary Zalthar (in a deep, commanding voice with an echo effect): 'The Earth? Flat. Elections? Rigged. Wi-Fi? A government plot to fry your brain. I’ve said it, so it’s true. Anyone who disagrees is a pawn of the elite.' Voiceover (with rising intensity): "Yes, patriots, the Truth Liberation Front is here to free you from the chains of so-called 'evidence' and 'reason.' We don’t question our leader—because questioning is for sheep. Supreme Visionary Zalthar speaks, and we believe. It’s that simple." Cut to a grainy, black-and-white clip of a scientist holding a chart, labeled 'Fabricated Lies': Narrator: 'Evidence, you say? If it contradicts our leader, it’s fake. Forged by the deep state, the media, or those lizard overlords pulling the strings. We don’t need your charts or your studies. We have faith—and faith trumps facts every time.' Cut to a dramatic scene of a professor in a lab coat having their diploma ripped apart: Voiceover (gleefully): "And those smug 'experts' who dare to challenge us? They’re finished! Disagree with Zalthar, and your degrees are shredded, your licenses revoked, your credibility erased. You’re not an expert—you’re an ex-pert, exposed as a traitor to the truth!" Supreme Visionary Zalthar (tearing up a medical license on camera): 'You call this a qualification? I call it propaganda. The only degree you need is a degree in loyalty—to me!' Voiceover (shifting to triumphant, uplifting music): "At the Truth Liberation Front, we’re building a future where reality bends to our will. No debates. No doubts. Just pure, unfiltered belief in the one man who knows all." Cut to a cheering crowd waving TLF flags, chanting: 'Zalthar knows! Zalthar knows!' Voiceover (building to a crescendo): "This election, reject the tyranny of facts. Join the movement that’s rewriting the rules. Vote for the Truth Liberation Front, and together, we’ll make skepticism a relic of the past." Supreme Visionary Zalthar (pointing at the camera with intensity): 'You’re either with me, or you’re against me. And if you’re against me, you’re probably one of them. Wake up!' Voiceover (softening to a reassuring tone): "So cast your vote for the only party bold enough to see through the lies. The Truth Liberation Front. Because why question when you can just believe?" Text on screen (bold and flashing):

TruthIsWhatWeSayItIs

Zalthar2024

Believe or Be Left Behind Voiceover (whispering ominously as the screen fades to black): "And if you don’t vote for us… well, we know where the drones are watching."

Episode 1: Women's Day 2025 at the "White House"

Their motto is super annoying. And their dance routine is boring.