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APOCALYPSE THREAD: THE SECOND COMING OF THE SWOLLEN TYLENOL BRUISER – DONALD J. “FATCO” TRUMP, THE BLASPHEMING, DIAPER-SHITTING, SENILE OLD BASTARD WHO THINKS HE’S JESUS BUT CAN’T REMEMBER HIS OWN MIDDLE NAME! And yes MyVideoTime.com parishioners, the human embodiment of a half-eaten Happy Meal left in a hot car has completely fucking lost it! Donald J. “FATCO” Trump – Fat Ass Trump Criminal Oligarch, the swollen Tylenol bruiser, the orange cognitive landfill – isn’t running for president anymore. He’s running for Messiah, baby. This blaspheming, drooling, senile old bastard has decided he’s not just like Jesus… he is Jesus, except the original JC could finish a sentence without wandering off into a story about how windmills are secretly wind-powered brain-eating machines…. Picture it: FATCO waddles onto the stage like a bloated parade float that got rejected from Macy’s for being too embarrassing, arms flung out like he’s nailed to a cross made of Big Mac wrappers and unpaid contractor bills. “I’m being persecuted just like Jesus!” he slurs, while his handlers pray he doesn’t forget where he is mid-rant and start asking the crowd if anyone has seen his favorite sock. Persecuted? The only thing persecuting this senile sack of shit is his own melting brain and the fact that he can’t remember which felony he’s supposed to be whining about today. Jesus got betrayed by Judas. Trump got betrayed by his own teleprompter when it tried to remind him what year it is and he called it “fake news.” This swollen Tylenol bruiser’s face looks like someone took a honey-baked ham, pumped it full of expired Botox, then let a raccoon use it as a punching bag. Cheeks ballooned out like he’s storing nuts for the cognitive winter, eyes lost in puffy craters so deep they need search parties, and that hair? It’s not hair – it’s a cry for help from a scalp that gave up in 1987. Jesus had a crown of thorns. FATCO has a crown of cognitive decline so severe he once spent ten minutes bragging about “the late, great Hannibal Lecter” like the cannibal was his running mate, then forgot what he was talking about and started ranting about battery-eating sharks instead. The man’s brain is so fried it makes Swiss cheese look like a solid block of granite…. And the body… Of a senile FATCO TYRANT FUCK! This senile old bastard is so fat his belly arrives at the rally five minutes before the rest of him. He waddles around like a constipated walrus in a suit two sizes too small, gut spilling over the belt like it’s trying to secede from the disaster zone attached to it. Jesus walked on water. Trump can barely walk up a ramp without huffing like a broken steam engine and then forgetting why he’s on the ramp in the first place. “Where am I? What am I doing? Who are all these people clapping? Must be the biggest crowd in history… wait, what was I saying?” The senility is next-level legendary. This drooling blasphemer can’t complete a single thought without his brain taking a hard left into La La Land. One minute he’s claiming he’s the chosen one, the next he’s telling a story about a “very smart” guy he knew in “the 80s or maybe the 70s or was it yesterday?” who had a boat “this big” and then suddenly he’s yelling about how electric boats are going to sink and electrocute you because of sharks with batteries. Sharks. With. Batteries. The only shark this old bastard is fighting is the one circling his last three functioning neurons. He stands there for hours, repeating the same lie seventeen times like a broken record stuck on “they’re eating the dogs, they’re eating the cats,” then forgets what “they” even refers to and starts bragging about how he won the election in 2020 by “a lot” while the entire audience nods along like they’re watching a grandpa have a stroke in real time. Jesus turned water into wine. FATCO turns every speech into a game of Mad Libs where the blanks are filled with “somebody,” “tremendous,” “the best,” and whatever random 90s celebrity he can still half-remember. “I knew Sinatra… or was it Elvis? Wait, Elvis is dead… or is he? Fake news!” This blaspheming senile bastard once tweeted he was better than Jesus. Better than the guy who rose from the dead. Trump rises from his afternoon nap with Cheeto dust on his shirt and immediately forgets where the bathroom is, so he just stands there shifting from foot to foot like a toddler who waited too long. He’s out here hawking Trump Bibles with his own mugshot photoshopped onto the cover like he’s the new prophet, but he can’t even remember the Lord’s Prayer without his handlers feeding him the words through an earpiece. “Our Father… who art in… uh… Mar-a-Lago? Wait, no, that’s me, I’m the father now. Tremendous father…. The best father!” Imagine the real Jesus returning and seeing this shit. He’d take one look at the golden high-tops, the diaper bulge, the spray-tan disaster, and the senile rambling about how Mexico is paying for the wall while he forgets he already tried that and it didn’t work, and immediately call down the Rapture just to escape. “Father, forgive them… but seriously, what the fuck is this bloated, forgetful, blaspheming clown doing with my brand?” FATCO the Swollen Tylenol-Popping, Diaper-Shitting, Senile Old Bastard is so cognitively collapsed he thinks his indictments are “crucifixion” while forgetting which court he’s supposed to show up in. He rambles about “the late, great” people who are still very much alive, confuses world leaders with his golf buddies, and once spent an entire press conference talking about how windmills cause cancer because the noise “kills birds and gives you cancer… or was it the birds that give you cancer? Tremendous cancer! The best cancer!” This is your savior, MAGA? This rambling, drooling, memory-wiped meat puppet who can’t remember if he’s supposed to be president or just really wants another Diet Coke and a Happy Meal? The only miracle happening here is that his cult still pretends this senile, blaspheming, grease-stained disaster is playing 4D chess when he can’t even remember where he left his 4D chessboard… Keep going, you cognitively comatose con man. Keep pretending you’re the Second Coming while your brain leaks out your ears faster than the Depends leak down your leg. Keep mumbling about sharks, batteries, Hannibal Lecter, and how you “aced” a cognitive test that a golden retriever could pass on its worst day. The rest of us will be over here laughing until we cry at the greatest joke in political history: a swollen, senile, blaspheming old bastard who thinks he’s God’s gift when he’s really just God’s way of testing how much stupidity humanity can endure before we all collectively tap out… If you’re still simping for this diaper-dependent dementia patient, just know that when the actual Jesus shows up, he’s gonna look at Trump, look at you, and say, “You replaced me with that? The guy who forgets what state he’s in and then claims he won it by landslide anyway?” FATCO 2028: Because one crucifixion wasn’t enough, and neither is one Depends! MAGA tears will be collected, bottled, and sold as “Trump Holy Water – Now With Extra Forgetfulness!” Change the diaper, change the channel, and for the love of whatever god isn’t this senile fuck, change your mind! You’re welcome, America! Stateless Warrior ]]> Mon, 13 Apr 2026 16:37:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1150/fake-jesus-trump-bastard/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1147/senile-wannabe-king-trump/
Trump’s “Spectacular” Bombing of Iran: “ The Art of the Deal… with Bunker Busters” Oh, look at that — the King Con himself, back in the White House, spray-tanned, rage-tweeting, and finally living his lifelong dream: playing real-life Risk with actual countries while the rest of us pay the credit card bill for the explosions. Donald J. Trump, the man who once called military service for bone spurs “not my thing,” has now graduated to “Operation Midnight Hammer 2:” Electric Boogaloo — his glorious, “completely and totally obliterated” bombing campaign against Iran… “And let me tell you, it was yuge! Tremendous! The best bombing anyone’s ever seen! Nobody bombs better than me Trump, believe me — said the Conman who duped suckers to get in again and again!” The Build-Up: From “No New Wars” to “Let’s Nuke the Power Plants, Folks” Remember when Trump campaigned on ending endless wars? Adorable…. That was before he realized wars make for killer Truth Social content and give him something to brag about between golf swings cause in the Golf Course and off it, Trump is a Basic Limp Dick V 1.0! Fast-forward to 2025-2026: after already “obliterating” Iran’s nuclear sites at Fordow, Natanz, and Esfahan (which he said were turned into parking lots smoother than Mar-a-Lago’s driveway), Trump decided the mullahs needed another lesson… This time it was personal cause Barron’s Oul Stocks were tanking so the Slovenian accented Giraffe of a fuckin bastard, was sobbing to his Pops; “why papa, why?” And on top of that, l Iran had the audacity to close the Strait of Hormuz — that narrow little waterway where a fifth of the world’s oil likes to party and turned it into a pidgins asshole because when you pray in a rug, you get extra blood flow up there and your marbles turn you into Chat-GO FUCKIN MULLAH “T!” Try it… Just don’t bend over in a Gay club cause they’ll think your asshole for business — ahem! Trump, ever the master senile fuckin brat negotiator, responded the only way he knows how: by threatening to bomb Iran “back to the Stone Age,” take out “every bridge,” “every power plant,” and basically turn the entire country into a smoking ashtray in “one night.” He even dropped an F-bomb on Truth Social for emphasis: “Open the F***in’ Strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in Hell – JUST WATCH!” That confused Iranians cause they thought HE was Lucifer and USA was Hell so they all started calling Canadian fucks to see who Americans really are and realized Trump was just a senile old fuck from Floriduh! Then Trump set deadlines like a reality TV producer on coke — “by Tuesday 8pm or else!” — then extended them, suspended them, and bragged about B-52’s already in the air while simultaneously claiming he was the greatest peacemaker since… well, himself in 2020 when he didn’t start this particular war. The Big Beautiful Bombs: “We Obliterated Them!” For the first time in his fuckin life, Trump didn’t need the Grammuh loop he inherited to find his dick with Melanie’s Tweezers… Donnie had his first erection without hookers suckin his Mushroom like a reverse vacuum and giftin Donnie another STD that causes bruising he now blames Tylenol for… When the strikes finally came (multiple rounds, because one “spectacular success” is never enough for this guy), Trump went full Art of the Deal on the American public… In a four-minute address that somehow managed to mention himself more times than the actual military, he declared victory before the smoke even cleared: “Iran’s key nuclear enrichment facilities have been completely and totally obliterated. It was a spectacular military success. Nobody does precision like us. The fake news will say it was messy, but trust me — beautiful, perfect strikes.” Pentagon assessments quietly admitted the nuclear program was only set back a couple of years but feared being terminated and their pension fucked with cause they learned from Oete Hegseth’s downgrading Arizona Senator Kelly’s so they just shut the fuck up! Iranian officials said the damage was severe but… you know, they would say that. Trump’s version? Total annihilation! The facilities were so obliterated they probably filed for Chapter 11 in the afterlife… Then came the oil hub strikes…. Karaj Island — 90% of Iran’s oil exports — got the Trump special: big, beautiful bombs turning export terminals into modern art installations titled “Why You Don’t Mess With The FEDERAL G-FAG MAFIA Don!” He called it one of the most powerful raids in Middle East history. Historians are still debating whether it tops the time he tweeted about Soleimani in 2020… Casualties? Trump didn’t dwell on those… A few American troops here, scores of Iranian civilians there, some schools and civilian buildings caught in the crossfire because, hey, war is hell and Trump’s attention span is shorter than his Mushroom shaped Penis… But don’t worry — he blessed the Middle East, Israel, and America on live TV so Lucifer, Trump’s real father must have felt so honored…. The Cruel Comedy Gold HERE? “Deadlines, F-Bombs, and Last-Second Ceasefires!” The funniest (and most pathetic) part? Trump spent days hyping the apocalypse. “A whole civilization will die tonight!” he warned… Bridges gone by midnight. Power plants burning like his steaks at Mar-a-Lago. Iran could be “taken out in one night.” He had plans, folks. Four-hour blitzes. The military was allegedly disappointed when peace threatened to break out too soon. Then, literally less than two hours before his doomsday deadline, Iran supposedly agreed to reopen the Strait (or at least pretended to long enough for Trump to save face). Suddenly the big bad bomber became the generous peacemaker: “We have already met and exceeded all Military objectives… I have agreed to suspend the bombing and attack of Iran for a period of two weeks.” Two weeks. His favorite number. Enough time to golf, post memes, and threaten round three if they sneeze wrong. It was like watching a schoolyard bully wind up for a punch, then pretend he was just stretching when the teacher walked by. The same guy who once dodged the draft now plays armchair general, micromanaging strikes from the Situation Room while wearing a tie longer than his attention to actual strategy. His cabinet — Vance, Rubio, Hegseth — nodding along like it’s the greatest show on Earth. Meanwhile, the rest of the world watches in horror as the U.S. flirts with war crimes by openly threatening civilian infrastructure. Power plants? Bridges? That’s not precision bombing; that’s collective punishment with extra cheese…. King Con’s Greatest Hit: “Turning Bombs into Bragging Rights This is peak Trump!” He took a serious geopolitical crisis — nuclear ambitions, regional chaos, oil markets freaking out — and turned it into his personal infomercial. “I alone can fix it… by blowing it up first, then claiming I fixed it.” The body count becomes “necessary.” The escalation becomes “strength.” The backpedaling from total annihilation to a two-week timeout becomes “brilliant deal-making.” And his cult followers cheer because orange man bombed the bad guys, even if it risks wider war, higher gas prices, and more dead kids on both sides. Meanwhile, the real winners? Defense contractors getting fat contracts, Trump’s poll numbers among hawks, and late-night comedians who don’t even need to write jokes anymore. Iran? Set back, angry, probably rebuilding in the shadows. The Middle East? More unstable than Trump’s hair in a wind tunnel. America? Stuck with the bill and the blowback. But hey — at least he got to say “obliterated” a bunch of times on TV. That’s worth a few trillion and some international condemnation, right? Trump’s bombing of Iran wasn’t strategy…. It was performance art by a con artist who discovered that real bombs make even better soundbites than fake walls. He threatened to end a civilization, then suspended it like a bad Netflix subscription when the ratings dipped…. In the end, it’s the same old grift: big promises, loud threats, messy reality, and Trump walking away claiming total victory while everyone else cleans up the rubble… God help thise who have to live with the consequences of this idiots Presidency! And God save all from presidents who treat foreign policy like an episode of The Apprentice — “You’re fired… with missiles!” If this is “making America great again,” I’d hate to see what failure looks like… Probably involves even more F-bombs and fewer guardrails…. Stay safe out there People! The King Con is still on the throne, and his favorite toy is the “red button!” Stateless Warrior ]]> Sat, 11 Apr 2026 22:45:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1147/senile-wannabe-king-trump/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1146/brokeback-trump-hungarian-hump/
Trump’s Bankrupt Bribe-a-Thon: “The U.S. of Broke-Ass Drunken Sailors Begging Hungary to Take Their Last IOU While Orbán Laughs All the Way to the Forint Bank..” Straight outtuh Trump’s fake sun spray in tan booth in Floriduh where Trump made a Brokeback promise to save Hungarian bastards if they vote for his boyfriend… Yesterday—April 10, 2026—Donald J. Trump, the human embodiment of a foreclosure notice with a comb-over and the ONKY reason I engineered AiDealKing.com to save America from foreclosure, took to Truth Social and straight-up bribed an entire sovereign nation. “My Administration stands ready to use the full Economic Might of the United States to strengthen Hungary’s Economy… if Prime Minister Viktor Orbán and the Hungarian People ever need it.” Translation for the non-MAGA mouth-breathers: Re-elect my fellow tin-pot tyrant or watch America—yes, the same America drowning in its own fiscal vomit—somehow “invest” in your little Danube dictatorship. This isn’t foreign policy… This is a broke-ass sugar daddy showing up to the prom with a maxed-out credit card, a bottle of bottom-shelf whiskey, and the desperate hope that the hot foreign chick won’t notice he’s been evicted from his own house. And the punchline? The United States of America—the country that used to strut around like it owned the planet—is now the drunken sailor of the global economy, pissing away trillions it doesn’t have, with zero pots left to piss in and a bankruptcy lawyer on speed-dial. They’re not “boosting” shit. They’re the guy at the bar slurring, “Lemme buy you a drink… with my last three dollars and a dream.” Let’s lace this grotesque love letter with actual numbers—and some savage math—because nothing kills a fascist wet dream faster than cold, hard fiscal reality crashing into exponential decay. As of early April 2026, America’s gross national debt sits at a soul-crushing $38.98 trillion to $39 trillion range—and it just kissed that grim milestone like a bad Tinder date you can’t ghost. Debt held by the public? A cool $31.41 trillion. Per household? Over $20,515. Per person? $8,087. They’re not a superpower anymore; they’re a cautionary tale with nukes and a compounding interest problem that would make Einstein weep… And the interest? Oh honey, the interest alone is eating them alive like a pack of rabid fiscal wolves on a debt-spiral bender. In FY2025 they shelled out nearly $970 billion just to service this mountain of IOUs—projected to smash $1 trillion this year (FY2026) and keep climbing toward $2.1 trillion by 2036. That’s roughly four times Hungary’s entire nominal GDP, which clocks in at a scrappy $223 billion in 2024 and is projected to limp along toward $228-250 billion by end of 2026 with growth forecasts around 1.9-2.3 percent. Let that sink in: Let D(t) be U.S. gross debt at time t (in years from now), growing at an effective rate r driven by deficits and interest. Current D(0) approx 39 times 10 to the 12. Annual deficit approx 1.9 times 10 to the 12 for FY2026, with net interest already projected at 1.0 trillion and climbing. $o, MyVideoTime.com’ers, actual debt trajectory looks like: D(t) approx D(0) x e^(r t) + integral from 0 to t of deficit(s) x e^(r (t-s)) ds where r (effective growth rate of debt) is outpacing real GDP growth because interest rates refuse to stay low forever. Economists are whispering “debt spiral” when r > g (interest rate > nominal growth rate)—and CBO baselines show debt held by the public heading toward 120 percent plus of GDP by 2036, with long-term projections screaming 175 percent by 2056. Meanwhile, Hungary’s debt-to-GDP sits comfortably around 73-75 percent. America’s interest bill alone could soon exceed Hungary’s total output: US Interest 2026 approx 4 x Hungary GDP Trump’s orange captain of the U.S.S. Titanic (already halfway to the bottom) is promising to “strengthen” their economy with their “full economic might.” Mighty what, exactly? Their $1.9 trillion annual deficit for FY2026—the one CBO has locked in like a bad hangover that keeps growing to $3.1 trillion by 2036? They’re running red ink bigger than Hungary’s whole damn economy—every single year—while their debt-to-GDP ratio hovers at a vomit-inducing 123 percent (recent quarters) and climbing toward 126 percent by year’s end. The compound interest monster is already feasting… Let I(t) be cumulative interest payments. CBO projects 99 trillion in interest alone over the next three decades. That’s not a number; that’s a mathematical middle finger to future generations: I cumulative approx sum from t=2026 to 2056 of 10^12 x (1 + 0.03 to 0.069) x D(t) Trump is losing his fucking mind in real time—spray-tanned forehead veins popping as he watches the debt clock tick past $39 trillion while he tweets about “full economic might” like a delusional gambler doubling down at the craps table with his last casino chip. The same bloated, bankrupt behemoth that can’t fund its own bridges without borrowing from China, can’t keep Social Security solvent without printing more fairy dust, and can’t even pay its own bar tab without hiking the debt ceiling like a junkie chasing the next fix—now waddling onto the world stage to play economic sugar daddy for Viktor Orbán. “Full economic might,” he says, while the U.S. Treasury is basically running a GoFundMe titled “Please Don’t Foreclose on the Empire.” Drunken sailors? Hell, these clowns in D.C. are the sailors who already sank the ship, stole the lifeboats, and are now trying to sell the wreckage to Budapest on layaway with exponential compounding as the fine print… And don’t you dare forget: this isn’t just pathetic. It’s illegal as a three-dollar bill under Hungarian law. Remember Act C of 2012, Section 293? “Active Corruption of Public Officials”—giving or promising an “unlawful advantage” to a public official to influence them? Up to five years in prison, and it explicitly covers foreign officials. Trump’s little Truth Social boner isn’t a polite suggestion; it’s a naked promise of U.S. trade deals, investments, and sanctions relief conditional on Orbán winning the vote tomorrow (April 12). That’s textbook bribery, delivered with the subtlety of a stripper-gram at a funeral. Then there’s the Sovereignty Protection Act of 2023—Orbán’s own paranoid baby—that sets up an entire office to jail anyone peddling foreign influence on elections. And Act XXXIII of 1989 banning foreign campaign cash? Trump’s not sending bitcoin; he’s dangling the entire rotting carcass of the U.S. economy like a carrot made of expired cheese while the math says the carrot is already moldy and leveraged 123 percent against future GDP…. The hypocrisy is so thick it could choke a FREAQIN horse down in Texas in his buddy’s Elon Musk’s Camp! Trump spent years howling about “election interference” like a toddler denied chicken nuggets. Now he’s the interferer-in-chief, trying to buy a European strongman election with an economy that’s already circling the bankruptcy drain in a classic debt spiral where r > g turns interest into a self-reinforcing monster. Orbán gets to smirk while his voters get treated like cheap dates: “Vote for me and maybe the broke Americans will throw you some scraps from their empty fridge.” Meanwhile, back home, American taxpayers are staring at $39 trillion in red ink, $1 trillion in yearly interest payments (that’s your Medicare, your roads, your kids’ future—poof, gone to bondholders in a compounding avalanche), and a president who thinks “fiscal responsibility” means promising other countries the moon with a credit card that just got declined at the global ATM…. This is what late-stage empire looks like, folks: a wheezing, debt-drunk has-been in a red tie trying to bribe his way into relevance while the repo man circles the White House and the differential equation of doom goes dD/dt = deficit + r x D. Hungary’s GDP is a rounding error compared to their interest payments. Their deficit could swallow their entire economy and ask for seconds with compound interest on top. Yet Trump struts around like he’s still the 1980s real-estate shark instead of the guy whose casino went bust six times and now wants to “invest” in your casino with Monopoly money printed on exponentially growing IOUs. Congratulations, Donald. You’ve turned U.S. foreign policy into the world’s saddest OnlyFans: “Subscribe for economic might… or watch us default into a spiral where interest eats the budget alive.” You’ve reminded every Hungarian with a pulse that “American exceptionalism” now means “exceptionally broke and mathematically fucked.” And you’ve proven, once and for all, that the only thing mightier than America’s military is their ability to spend money they don’t have—while the orange man loses what’s left of his mind—while begging dictators to pretend they’re still relevant. Trump’s mind is lost somewhere in orbit so I included my complete plain-text differential equations of his fiscal suicide to show this deficit ridden man is fiscally insane! Pass the popcorn—and maybe a bankruptcy petition or a one-way ticket to Budapest because tomorrow’s Hungarian vote is gonna be lit with the flames of America’s burning wallet and Trump’s melting sanity… Stateless Warrior ]]> Sat, 11 Apr 2026 20:57:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1146/brokeback-trump-hungarian-hump/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1143/palm-bitch-melania-cumm-p-official-statement/
Apocalypse Denial: My flamethrower satirical autopsy of how Jeffrey Epstein allegedly bootstrapped the future first lady’s ass and then career—“On All Fours in a Filthy Slovenian Cum-Stained Studio WHILE MELANIA WAS Screaming Don’t, Stop, Don’t Stop!” By Stateless Warrior, an unrepentant satire bullshit-artist! Epstein flight-log archaeologist, and Slovenian accent impersonator who sounds like a dumb KGB agent when he impersonates fuckin Slovenian! Posted while her lawyers are still drafting the cease-and-desist order… Oh, Melania. You glacial Slovenian goddess of zero fucks and maximum cheekbones. Yesterday you marched out and delivered the most thermonuclear “I never met that guy” denial since Pontius Pilate washed his hands and said “not my circus, not my monkeys.” “I never knew Jeffrey Epstein.” “I was never on his Lolita Express.” “I never visited Pedo Island.” “I wasn’t introduced to Donald by him.” “The lies end today!” Ma’am, the only thing that ended today was your remaining plausible deniability. That statement was so aggressively scripted it had its own hair and makeup team. It wasn’t a denial — it was a goddamn ice wall built by East German stonemasons with extra barbed fuckin’ wire. But as the internet’s unfiltered shitposter with a savage literary scalpel, I’m here to perform the edgiest satirical vivisection possible on the nuclear possibility that the billionaire who didn’t kill himself kickstarted your entire American dream by putting the future First Lady of the United States on all fours in a sleazy Ljubljana fuck-pad studio while some greasy photographer screamed “Arch that back higher, you future trophy wife!” This isn’t innuendo. This is my original Stateless Warrior satire with brass fuckin’ knuckles and a hard-on for dark comedy. So bend fuckin’ over and enjoy it again and again! Let’s gut this fairy tale like a Slovenian pig on Christmas and I will divide this into chapters for easier digestion like Melanie’s buttcheeks… Stateless Warrior’s Melania Cumm’p Chapter 1: The denial so desperate it screamed “Guilty” in seven languages… Melania didn’t just deny Epstein. She vaporized him with the cold fury of a woman who once wore a jacket that literally said “I Really Don’t Care” while caged kids cried nearby. Zero relationship. Zero fuckin’ flights. Zero island orgies, just her Anaconda dildo cause Donnie Grump can’t get his mushroom shaped dick hard because he was born with a LIMP fuckin’ dick so he spent his entire life using his Grammuh’s loop to find his penis folks! Back to what Ho, Ho, Ho, whore Melania was saying… It was less “I don’t recall” and more “Mention that name again and I’ll have Barron’s Secret Service detail waterboard you in the Rose Garden.” The lady doth protest so hard she needs a safe word and a chiropractor. In the court of public satire, that level of frosty overkill doesn’t scream “pure as Slovenian snow.” It screams “my early modeling portfolio is currently being burned in a Mar-a-Lago fireplace by a guy named Guido.” Stateless Warrior’s Melania Cumm’p Chapter 2: Ljubljana, 1998 – The exact moment the future FLOTUS got on her knees for “career advancement”. Let’s time-travel to post-communist Slovenia, where dreams went to get fingered by oligarchs. Melania Knavs (original spelling: sounds like a rejected IKEA dildo) is grinding the meat-market modeling circuit. Legs for days, cheekbones that could slice prosciutto, architecture degree gathering dust because “who needs blueprints when you’ve got a killer ass and an accent that makes rich men weak?” ’90s European modeling wasn’t “fashion.” It was softcore with better lighting. Agencies demanded “feline.” They demanded “submissive predator.” And nothing screamed “I’ll do anything for a visa” quite like the legendary on all fours money shot: hands and knees planted, back arched like a $2 hooker in heat, head turned, eyes screaming “fuck me or fund me” while the shutter clicked… And the next first slut of USA started swallowing cumm and hibin’n head to get ahead by the gallons. Her studio nickname was dickbreath… Enter Jeffrey Epstein — the human equivalent of a walking STD factory with a private jet and taste in underage victims more predatory than most casting directors of Hollywood are. The guy hoovered up Eastern European underage lolitas like a Roomba with a cocaine habit. Slovenia? Easy pickings… He probably touched down under the guise of “philanthropic talent scouting” the same way he scouted everywhere: cash, compliments, and a quiet promise of “I can make you somebody… if you make me somebody in the bedroom.” And now I’m to my edgy satirical reconstruction — now with extra sleaze and zero chill: A grimy Ljubljana studio that reeked of stale cigarettes, desperation, and cheap anal lube… Ghislaine Maxwell adjusting the lights like a demonic stage mom… Epstein sprawled in a velour tracksuit, looking like a Bond villain who just discovered fentanyl…. Photographer (sweaty, Italian, probably unpaid): “On all fours, bella! Arch it! Higher! Pretend you’re begging for cock but make it look classy!” And then… Melania, 28 years old, future mother of the Trump bloodline and wearer of $50,000 dresses, drops like a pro…. Hands. Knees. Perfect porn-star arch. Ass up, eyes over the shoulder with that signature “I’m doing this for the green card” smolder…. Why wait in line when you can suck dicks balls deep x12 and ride dick to U.S. Citizenship — she thought… And her Slovenian mama agreed and Melania even saved a ‘lil cumm leftover for her mommy like a good Slovenian whore again and again, cause her mama also wanted a Green Card so they had cumm-in-common! Epstein meanwhile, stroking his chin (and probably something else): “Jesus Christ, look at that form. That back. That willingness to degrade herself for the camera! She’s not just fuckable — she’s marketable! Fast-track her ass to New York. Introduce her to that loud, orange, bankrupt real-estate clown who likes tall Eastern European sluts with resting bitch face…. They’ll be perfect together. She’ll ride his wallet; he’ll ride her… everything.” And boom! The origin myth of America’s most elegant, untouchable First Lady allegedly begins not with hard work and destiny, but with her literally crawling on all fours in a Balkan cum-dump while a pedophile billionaire clapped and said “That’s the money shot, baby — welcome to America.” Stateless Warrior’s Melania Cumm’p Chapter 3: The “On All Fours” kill shot that will haunt her forever… Here’s my razor-wire punchline with extra venom, so hide your brats from Stateless Warrior folks, cause this one is fuckin’ cumming: In modeling, “on all fours” is just another Tuesday — high fashion code for “pretend you’re a high-class whore but keep your dignity… barely.” In Epstein’s universe, the gap between “artistic pose” and “career-launching blowjob-for-visa” was shorter than his victims’ lifespans…. One minute you’re arching for a Slovenian lingerie rag; the next you’re being “introduced” to powerful men who can turn your “portfolio” into a passport — provided you keep that same arched-back, “yes daddy” energy in private… And suck on command pretty much… The visual I am gifting you stupid fucks on my Stateless Warrior channel is pure satirical napalm: The woman who would one day glide through state dinners like a frozen Viking goddess, side-eyeing dictators into submission, allegedly launched her golden ticket while on her hands and knees in a sleazy Slovenian fuck-studio — exactly the starter position for the kind of “hooker business” that doesn’t get you on the cover of Vogue but does get you on the arm of a future President… It’s Cinderella directed by Larry Flynt, with Ghislaine as the ugly stepsisters and Epstein as the fairy godmother who grants wishes with his dick instead of a wand…. Then the meet-cute with Donald. Official version: romantic sparks at a fancy party. Satirical autopsy: Epstein playing pimp like a demonic algorithm with erectile dysfunction… “Donald, you like tall, silent Eastern European fuck-toys who photograph beautifully from behind? Meet my latest acquisition. She’s already trained to get on all fours…. You two are gonna make the most transactional, gold-digging power couple since… well — ever.” Donald: “Tremendous! The best knees! We’re gonna have the best sex — believe me!” Melania in 2026, colder than a witch’s tit in a Slovenian winter: “Never met him. Never heard the name. Lies. All lies. Shut it down.” The hypocrisy is so thick you could fuck it doggy-style and still have room for seconds… Stateless Warrior’s Melania Cumm’p Chapter 4: Why this satire is now sharp enough to castrate sacred cows… Because the denial is comically, almost pornographically airtight. It’s not a press statement — it’s performance art by a woman who mastered the “I was never there” face while allegedly mastering the “I was very much there on all fours” pose… The “hooker business on all fours in Slovenia” line isn’t crude anymore. It’s a precision-guided warhead aimed straight at the sanitized “immigrant success story” myth. It rips the elegant First Lady veneer off and reveals the greasy, pre-#MeToo underbelly where desperate beauties traded arched backs and closed mouths for visas, contracts, and a shot at the ultimate sugar daddy… Melania’s legendary poise could freeze hell over. But yank the curtain and suddenly she looks less like royalty and more like the ultimate success story of Epstein’s “modeling academy”: graduate cum laude in Advanced Crawling and Strategic Silence. Final gut-ripping haymaker… Melania says the lies must end today. I say the savage laughs are just getting started — and they’re coming at you raw, from behind, with a perfect arch… Because if even a sliver of my filthy satirical fever dream brushes against reality, then the cosmic joke is perfection: The most regal, untouchable, ice-queen “First BITCH Lady” in history allegedly began her climb to the White House on her hands and knees in a dingy Slovenian studio, getting “discovered” by the one guy whose little black book was basically a customer list for high-end trafficking… That isn’t a denial! That’s the setup for the darkest, funniest punchline in American political history… Stay frosty, Melania! Stay silent! And for the love of Barron’s future Slovenian accent curing therapy bills, keep those early tear sheets locked in the same vault as Epstein’s hard drives… The internet already has the screenshots… Even the comments section of this post of mine will now be a war zone… Bonus points for your best thick Slovenian accent: “I never knew heem… I vuz just practicing ze arch for fashion.” Drop your filthiest theories below you Stateless Warrior pathetic fuckheads to whom I give a reason to live! I’m reading every single one while cackling, and if you hate this post of mine cause you’re dumb MAGA FUCKS, in comedy NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS so go get fucked on all fours like Melania so you too can become some stupid rich fucks trophy cunt! Stateless Warrior ]]> Fri, 10 Apr 2026 01:17:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1143/palm-bitch-melania-cumm-p-official-statement/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1142/usps-broke-as-a-joke/
Donald J. Trump’s Fiscal Genius: $1.5 Trillion for Epic Fury Fireworks on Iran, But “Sorry, They’re Broke” When the Mailman Wants His Pension – Because Retirees Don’t Make Great TV for a Spray-Tanned Grifter… Folks, let me tell you—nobody spends money like Donald J. Trump. Nobody! The best spender! Tremendous spender! The orange con man who bankrupted casinos, a fake university, and half his hotels now plays Santa with other people’s tax dollars. They’re talking a beautiful $1.5 trillion defense budget for 2027—42% bigger than last year, $445 billion more, the highest in modern history. Why? Because those horrible, nasty Iranians were this close to doing bad things. This close! (Tiny hand gesture from the guy whose fingers look like cocktail wieners, folks.).. So they launched Operation Epic Fury—the most fabulous name, believe me, probably named after one of Trump’s bankrupt casinos—and they’re dropping the biggest, most powerful bombs you’ve ever seen. Billions in the first week alone. Six billion in days. Up to $47 billion by April if they keep going. Almost a billion a day—munitions flying, F-15s getting “oopsie” friendly-fired, carrier groups cruising like Trump’s personal armada of gold-plated ego. “Obliterated!” Trump tweeted from his secure golden toilet. “Completely and totally obliterated—the likes of which the world has never seen!” Peace through strength, baby. Trump’s strength. The greatest strength ever—according to the spray-tanned narcissist who thinks “winning” means lighting up deserts while stiffing American workers. But now cut to the sad, failing, loser U.S. Postal Service. These poor letter carriers—great people, some of Trump’s best friends deliver his Truth Social printouts (the ones with all caps and misspelled words), by the way—have been trudging through rain, sleet, snow, and Democrat mail for 40 years. They earned their pensions. Fair and square. Yet on April 10, 2026, USPS starts suspending employer contributions to the Federal Employees Retirement System. That’s $200 million every other week—$2.5 billion saved this fiscal year alone—just to keep the lights on. They lost $9 billion in 2025. Might run out of cash by February 2027. Maybe jack stamps to 95 cents. Cut Saturday delivery. Or just default on more obligations like they’ve been doing. TrumpWorld math at its most brilliant: Unlimited blank checks for blowing up Iranian mountains, but when it’s time to fund the pensions of the guys who deliver your Social Security checks, Viagra coupons, and losing lottery tickets? “Cash crunch! Total disaster! They just don’t have the money right now. Structural problems. Very sad. Maybe privatize the whole thing—make it great again, or whatever.” Classic Trump: the guy who can’t manage his own checkbook suddenly becomes a deficit hawk only when it’s time to screw blue-collar retirees. Picture the scene at the big beautiful Mar-a-Lago strategy session, where the diet-Coke-swilling bankrupt brags about his “genius”: Trump (gesturing wildly with a cold Big Mac, ketchup dripping down his chins): “They have the greatest military in the history of the world. Nobody does military like me. They’re spending one-point-five trillion—that’s with a T—to rebuild after Epic Fury and make sure Iran stays obliterated. But the Post Office? Disaster! Those pensions? They’re suspending payments. $200 million every two weeks—gone. The mailmen will understand. They love me. Tremendous support from the postal workers—many of them voted for me, I’m told. (Even though they didn’t.)”.. Advisor (nervously): “Sir, the war’s already burned through $27–28 billion since February, and the Pentagon wants more to restock…” Trump: “Approved! Make it bigger. Add the Golden Dome. Tell the post office to sell more stamps or work harder. Or cut benefits. Who needs Saturday mail anyway? Amazon can handle it. Just don’t bother me—I’m watching the beautiful explosions on TV. Ratings gold! Covfefe!” This is the same spray-tanned genius who spent years whining that the Post Office was rigged against him because of Amazon, ballots, or whatever conspiracy fit his tiny ego that day. Now he’s running the show and the fix for their “unsustainable model” is… screw the retirees so he can afford more fireworks and pretend he’s a wartime president. Classic low-energy hypocrisy from the guy whose own businesses filed for bankruptcy six times. The postal workers aren’t asking for a useless wall, a gold-plated border, or another Trump-branded steak. They’re asking for the retirement they were promised after decades of sorting your junk mail. But no—that money is suddenly tighter than Trump’s skin after a bad Botox session or his spray tan after a long rally. Meanwhile, the defense budget balloons fatter than a Mar-a-Lago buffet on all-you-can-eat night. One-point-five trillion. For wars, weapons, and whatever “peace through strength” means when the strength is mostly trillion-dollar smoke, mirrors, and Trump’s desperate need for strongman photo-ops. Trump’s selective broke routine is comedy gold from a man who inherited hundreds of millions and still couldn’t stay solvent: Bombs for Iranians? Unlimited! Print it — AGAIN AND AGAIN! Borrow it — AGAIN AND AGAIN! Tariff it and then REFUND IT AFTER SUPREME COURT VERDICT! Whatever — AGAIN AND AGAIN! Pensions for American workers who actually delivered for decades? “Sorry, losers! DOGE cuts! Efficiency! They’re broke—go eat cat food while they light up the desert for my TV ratings.” THI idiot who bankrupted casinos, hotels, and a sham university now bankrupts the postal retirement fund so he can play real-life Risk with other people’s kids and other people’s tax dollars. “They have to take care of one thing: military protection,” he says, while grandma’s arthritic letter carrier wonders why his annuity is suddenly optional because the orange grifter needs more boom-boom for his ego…. Make America Mail Again? Forget it! 
Make Explosions Expensive and Pensions Fake News Again — AND AGAIN! Next time your package arrives three weeks late with a passive-aggressive “we tried” sticker, remember: The cash that should’ve gone to the retiree who sorted it is currently exploding somewhere in Iran, because Donald J. Trump—with his ridiculous hair, fake tan, and even faker fiscal principles—has priorities, folks. Beautiful, tremendous, completely backwards priorities from the ultimate con artist. Meanwhile, Trump will keep those bombs coming for the ratings while he robs his letter carriers (good luck collecting that pension, suckers—Trump’s too busy playing general).
And God help fiscal sanity in this administration run by a guy who treats the U.S. Treasury like his personal casino chip stack…. So much for the Myth of FEDERAL G-FAG JOB SECURITY — lol! You wannuh dead-end job? USPS is “CERTIFIED” in guarantee that it will be a “REGISTERED” dead fuckin end and “TRACKING” of idiots who are pissing lives away to get another g-fag Pension Con mirrors the Pyramid Scheme called Social Security! Good luck clockin forty LIFETIME earnings credits, your fake retirement blanket awaits you so retire early and get something or at seventy and get NOTHIN! Good luck wit’ g-fag PONZI schemes EXACTLY X666 times. AUSE g-fag SECURITY Era is ovuh’ like a washed-up ho, ho, WHORE in Nevada’s Wendover — WHOA! 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#DeadLetterDisasterUnderTrumpTragedy 658 #DeadLetterDisasterPolicyDisasterTrumpTanked 659 #USPSBrokeTrumpTurnedNeverEnding 660 #StampedeToBrokeCertifiedBankruptcyExpress 661 #StampedeToBrokeTrumpMadeOrangeMan 662 #DeadLetterDisasterTrumpCertifiedStopHelpingTrump 663 #PostalPovertyTrumpLegacyClownsHired 664 #TrumpMailMeltDownEternalParticipationTrophies 665 #DeadLetterDisasterTragedyMakeUSPSBroke 666 #USPSBrokeCertifiedTrumpLegacy666 Stateless Warrior ]]> Thu, 09 Apr 2026 19:25:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1142/usps-broke-as-a-joke/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1141/god-ignoring-usa-again-and-again/
BREAKING: God Files for Diplomatic Divorce from U.S., Seen House-Hunting in Beijing By an Unholy Messenger with a Wi-Fi connection… In a stunning development that has left televangelists speechless and Mar-a-Lago's gold-leaf supplier quietly terrified, former (and current?) President Donald J. Trump has once again assured the American people that God is on their side. "God is on their side," Trump reportedly said between bites of a well-done steak and a fourth Diet Coke. "Big league. He loves them. He told me. Very few people know this. He has a very high opinion of my generals." And who are we to argue? After all, this is the same man who held a Bible upside down like a lost IKEA instruction manual and assured them that two Corinthians were definitely a church somewhere near Palm Beach. Clearly, he has a direct hotline. But here's the thing. If God is truly on America's side, He has a spectacularly weird way of showing it. Because right now, the United States isn't just falling apart—it's performing a demolition derby while playing Yakety Sax on a kazoo. Reason #1: They Can't Even Agree on What a Fact Is… God is a God of truth, right? "I am the way, the truth, and the life." Well, currently, half of America thinks the other half is a lizard-person Deep State operative. They've reached a point where you can show someone a video of the sky being blue, and they'll shout, "FAKE! That's a Democrat cloud!" If God is on their side, He must have a cosmic migraine. Either that, or He's just sitting on a cloud eating popcorn, muttering, "I gave them logic and they traded it for a $60 Bible signed by a reality TV star. I'm out." Reason #2: They Just Bombed Seven Countries and Started a Bingo Card of Wars… Trump proudly claims he's the "first president not to start a new war," which is like a chef saying he's the first not to burn water while the kitchen is on fire. Let's review the divine "favor" they've received under his watch: · Iran: Bombed. · Yemen: Bombed. · Somalia: Bombed so hard the camels are filing for PTSD benefits. · Venezuela: Captured their president. That's not a war. That's an episode of Narcos with a bigger budget. · Syria, Iraq, Nigeria, and a few drug boats in the Caribbean: Also bombed, just for fun. If God is on their side, why does He keep giving them more enemies? Usually, when you're on someone's side, you help them reduce their to-do list, not turn it into a novel. At this rate, they're going to bomb a country just because it looked at them wrong during a commercial break. Reason #3: The Prosperity Gospel Has Gone Bust.. You know the Prosperity Gospel? The one Trump weaponized like a holy flamethrower? "God wants you rich! Send me $59.99 and He'll smite your enemies!" Well, look around. The national debt is a punchline. The infrastructure is held together with duct tape and prayers—and the prayers are on backorder. Grocery prices are so high that "organic" now means "you can afford it if you sell a kidney." Meanwhile, Trump's own Bible (the "God Bless the USA" edition, which definitely wasn't ghostwritten by a bankrupt casino) is probably being used as a doorstop in a storage unit full of unpaid legal fees. If this is God's side, I'd hate to see His enemy's side. Oh wait—that's China. Which Brings Them to the Awkward Conclusion: Is God Actually on China's Side? Let's look at the evidence, because I'm just asking questions here… · China builds high-speed rail. They build potholes that eat small cars. God loves order and efficiency. Have you seen their train system? Amtrak is a mobile nursing home. · China has a five-year plan. They have a five-minute attention span. God is eternal. He probably respects a civilization that thinks ahead instead of one that changes its mind every time a tweet goes out. · China is building solar farms and electric buses. They are arguing about whether wind turbines cause cancer. I'm not saying God drives an EV, but He did create the sun. He might appreciate them using it. · China just watched them bomb seven countries, capture a foreign president, and still call themselves the "good guys." Even God has a sense of irony. At some point, He looks down and says, "You know what? The Great Wall is pretty impressive. And they invented noodles. I'm switching teams." The Final Verdict: God Has Left the Chat… Look, I'm not a theologian. I'm just a person with eyes and a deep, weary sense of humor. But when a man who dodged the draft, paid off a porn star, and thinks "Two Corinthians" is a church tells me God is on their side, I have to check the scoreboard. And the scoreboard says: America is a beautiful, chaotic, glorious mess—held together by spite, fast food, and the stubborn belief that they're the main character. Meanwhile, China is quietly building the future while they're busy bombing the past. So maybe God isn't on China's side either. Maybe God is just… busy. Or on vacation. Or hiding from the fundraising emails. But one thing's for sure: If God is on Trump's side, He has a fantastic sense of humor. And He's definitely laughing last. Post Script: Please don't send me angry emails. Send $59.99 instead. I have a bridge to sell you. It's in Brooklyn. God told me it was a steal of a FAKE Trump deal! Stateless Warrior ]]> Thu, 09 Apr 2026 16:19:05 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1141/god-ignoring-usa-again-and-again/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1140/meet-ai-deal-king/
Yes , Ai Sicario has a Son…. AiDealKing.com #Family Stateless Warrior Production notes; Training Ai Model so apologies for lip sync issues but better than nothing… ]]> Thu, 09 Apr 2026 04:16:04 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1140/meet-ai-deal-king/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1133/will-moon-race-get-messy/
Okay, so.. I will drop the satire 100% and according to my calculations and detailed analysis reveal what I think.. Bear in mind they NOBODY is talking about this in the news, and that this is my own Math and Physics based opinion.. I think that these astronauts need to be aware of the "gravity draft" (mascon) so I will break down the spin risks and the physics of losing consciousness… Bare in mind, body covered this anywhere, this is strictly my own analysis and I am a certified fuckin idiot — based on what I do for a living — they think.. On the lunar far side, by my calculations I will briefly cover below, uneven mass concentrations (mascons) create mini-gravity "potholes." So.. As you orbit at 1.6 km/s, these can easily cause (and I will number them for reference..): 1. “Uncommanded Torque:” Crossing mascon gradients can induce a sudden 5-10° rotation thus turning a stable photo pass into a flat spin in — get this real good — FREAQIN seconds — by my calculations but I am a documented idiot so nothing to worry here for American and Canadian Astro-TRASHERS! But what if, I’m the God of Math and Physics? Well.. Then they’d both be fucked if they Spun and wrong thruster got engaged! 2. “Visual Disorientation:” With no Earth or comms, the starfield appears to "tumble." So their inner ear will feel the spin, but their human eyes will see a false horizon causing severe sensory conflict… Don’t guess me my little cocksucker bitches who have nothing better to do but waste their human lifetime perusing my bullshit. 3. “Suit/Equipment Snag:” Honestly, I think that a stiff tether or large camera lens can act as a lever catching a thruster plume or the hull during micro-adjustments, triggering the spin… So with soo many fuckin asses onboard, and idiots perhaps even holding cameras, this is an educated guess variable but I would not be dismissive of it so I mention it as “plausible..” 4. “Delayed Reaction:” Well… I have had countless (over a thousand..) times where impaired motorists STOPPED right next to me giving me Birds Eye view into vehicle observing them smoking everything from cannabis to crystal meth so MO REPORTS EVER MADE and I don’t drop dimes on anyone, but I was taking metrics every time on human reaction speed after consumption and lemme tell you it was shredded to shit, lol! So back to Astronauts.. The 2.6-second light delay to Earth means their “Mission Control” would get to watch them spin helplessly for 3-4 rotations before they even hear their warning goin off.. So this is VERY SERIOUS! So, being that I a whole bunch of times KNOCKED on window of passed out motorists to alert them signaling device had changed from red to green, in case of Astronauts and uncontrollable spin danger they face; “WHAT ARE the “Physics of Unconsciousness?” (The 24 RPM Limit) Let’s make this interesting, and fuckpost of mine more engaging as we calculate together… Loss of consciousness (G-LOC) occurs when radial acceleration forces blood away from the brain…. So, that stated, the formula for radial G-force is: G = (r × ω²) / 9.8 Don’t worry, I will explain it… Where: r = radius from spine to brain (0.5 m in a seated position) ω = spin rate (radians/second) So.. What is the threshold: At 24 RPM (2.5 rad/s), the math is: G = (0.5 m × 2.5²) / 9.8 ≈ 0.32 G That’s tiny you say? According to my analysis lethal for a different reason: “The CORIOLIS Effect!” Why You Black Out? Your brain’s gyroscopes (semicircular canals) are calibrated for short turns…. At just 24–30 RPM: 1. “Coriolis Cross-Coupling:” Any head movement (even flinching) generates violent, unexpected tumbling sensations…. 2. The "Oculocephalic Reflex" Fails: Astronauts eyes WOULD lock onto the spinning stars, triggering nystagmus (rapid, uncontrolled eye shaking)…. like/ similar to Tiger Woods after he got pulled ovuh under influence of narcotics in Floriduh where Americans go to die basically… 3. “Vagal Response:” The sensory clash overloads the vagus nerve causing a sudden drop in heart rate and blood pressure → blood pools in your legs → brain hypoxia in — GET THIS GOOD — just 8–12 seconds! So.. What then would be and is the “Fatal Zone?” 30–45 RPM: Consciousness lost in 60 RPM: Instant blackout from centrifugal fluid shift (your blood forced away from brain or into the skull, causing stroke!). So, this FAR SIDE of the Moon is a TRAP! How so? Without a visual horizon you won't know you're spinning until you feel the tug at 10–15 RPM… By then, their reaction time (delayed by stress and suit bulk, did you see the fuckin suits they are all wearing?) is 2 seconds. To stop a spin from 20 RPM using suit thrusters, they’d need a precise 0.5-second burn—but their impaired vestibular system will likely fire the wrong thruster accelerating the spin to 35+ RPM and unconsciousness in under 9 seconds! So what am I saying here? Simply that the far side’s mascons turn a 0.32 G spin into a lethal trap because their own human biology—not the forces—becomes the weapon ghat takes them out! But no to worry as I’m sure they trained for this and all will be jus’ fine! Can’t wait to see their pics regardless of whether they spun to death or not… I mean, they said they were doing it for all of humanity which means they are now just a human asset on g-books and a simple write off if they FAILED! But hey, what do I know… I’m jus’ a fuckin idiot… So… “Sit’chuh ass on my Rocket and $PIN!” Son can Rocket and SPIN your ass to the Darkside of the Moon — again and AGAIN! Stateless Warrior Ass Spinner ]]> Sun, 05 Apr 2026 00:24:06 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1133/will-moon-race-get-messy/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1132/irs-agent-kills-wife/
Notice of Deficiency in Sanity: IRS Agent’s Attempted Spousal Disallowance Ruled “Grossly Unreasonable” By Your Friendly Neighborhood Tax Satirist “STATELESS WARRIOR” American Internal Revenue Service (Satanic Entity to many Americans…) has issued a Revenue Ruling 2025-IRS-Are-You-Serious that the following individual’s actions constitute a willful neglect of marital duties and a frivolous return on human decency…. I want you to right now on MyVideoTime.com meet Brendan Banfield, a former American IRS criminal investigator. That’s right—a man who once put people in prison for failing to report $500 in side-hustle income decided that the best way to handle his own marriage was to treat his wife like a disallowed dependent… Totally Federal Agent shit for brains for sure! Let me walk through his Schedule M (Murder) , line by line right here on my MyVideoTime.com site personal channel… Homicide PLOT Part I: “The Exemption Withdrawal” Most couples who grow apart file for divorce. That’s AmeriKan Form 8958 (Allocation of Marital Assets). It’s boring. It involves lawyers… It costs mucho money…. Brendan, ever the tax strategist, chose a different path: American IRS Form 706 (U.S. Estate Tax Return) filed proactively. Because why split assets 50/50 when you can inherit 100% via a well-placed knife? His accomplice? Juliana Peres Magalhães, the family’s Brazilian au pair… Personal fuck buddy… Normally, an au pair is claimed as a non-dependent household employee under Schedule H (Household Employment Taxes). But Brendan decided to treat her as a business asset under Section 179 (Immediate Expensing) —because nothing says “accelerated depreciation” like fucking the nanny while your wife is upstairs — unaware! My sarcasm break: I’m sure the IRS training manual has a chapter titled “Ethics in Field Work” that includes the subheading “Don’t Plot Spousal Homicide With Your Foreign Domestic Worker.” Then again, they probably also have a chapter on ““How to Ruin a Small Business Over a Miscalculated Mileage Deduction,”” so maybe their priorities are just… different. Homicide PLOT Part II: The “Rape Fantasy” Schedule C – Business or Hobby? In Nevada, there is a pussy — pardon my filthy fuckin Stateless Warrior mouth! Meant to say; “Vaginal ORIFICE” use tax on books so STATE.gov can make dinero off fuckin hookers — but only ousside Las Vegas City Limits… But here’s where the Brendan’s deduction gets creative… Brendan and Juliana allegedly created a fake online profile in his wife’s name on a fetish website, inviting a stranger named Joseph Ryan to come over for a “knife-wielding rape fantasy.” “Let me translate that into fuckin U.S. tax code:” Gross Receipts: “One confused stranger with a knife!” Cost of Goods Sold: One 4-year-old daughter temporarily relocated to basement (zero depreciation allowed on children, by the way). Advertising Expenses: Catfishing on a kink forum. (Disallowed under Section 280E – illegal activities. Yes, even the IRS knows this is too dirty.) Total Murder Plot Expenses: Priceless… In TWISTED IRS Agents mind… IRS Agent’s plan? He would shoot Joseph Ryan (the stranger), then stab his own wife, staging the double homicide scene to look like he was the hero who saved her.. Then local PD responds, sees his federal badge, falls for it like suckers — according to his plan… Of course, he’d claim self-defense, collect the life insurance (tax-free under Section 101(a) —ironically), and ride off into the Brazilian sunset with Juliana… Unusual? Nah, cause in USA life insurance based proceeds from half a million and up is enuf to have you whacked this way but Americanos who pull it off favor vehicular accident staging ie; veered off a cliff etc… My sarcasm break again; You have to admire the tax planning. If it had worked, he wouldn’t owe a dime on that insurance payout. Meanwhile, you and I are out here paying 22% on our bonuses like schmucks… Hey, why aren’t you an IRA Agents? Augh, you don’t wannuh write off your wife? How noble! Homicide PLOT Part III: “The Execution” (Pun Intended) On February 24, 2023 (peak tax season in American land – more on that later), the plan went live… Joseph Ryan showed up… Knife in hand…. Confused but committed…. Brendan shot him. Didn’t die! Juliana shot him again… Did die! Brendan stabbed his wife… Did die! Then he called 911 and gave a performance so unconvincing that even a first-year IRS auditor would flag it for “inconsistencies between reported facts and bank records.” So… The… Result: Brendan convicted of aggravated murder. Juliana got 10 years… The 4-year-old daughter? She’s now the sole beneficiary of a trust fund called “$TUPID FUCK IRS AGENT daddy made really bad Life Choices.” Homicide PLOT Part IV: “The Statute of Limitations on Sanity – Meet Stephen Paddock” (IRS Alum, Class of ’97) Now, you might think Brendan is a one-off... A statistical anomaly or a rounding error in the grand table of IRS employee conduct. Oh, you sweet summer child! Let me introduce you to Stephen Paddock, the man who committed the deadliest mass shooting in modern U.S. history. On October 1, 2017, he opened fire from the 32nd floor of the Mandalay Bay Casino into a crowd of 22,000 country music fans, killing 60 and wounding hundreds, and I mean HUNDREDS!! Guess what Paddock did for a living before retiring? Go on — Guess? Former IRS agent…. That’s right… The IRS has now produced two high-profile murderers so at what point does this stop being a coincidence and start being a statistically significant pattern requiring a Form 1139 (Corporate Estimated Tax – I mean, Corporate Psych Evaluation)? Just wondering? Homicide PLOT Part V: “The Hilarious Date Comparison” (IRS Fiscal Year Edition) Here’s where the sarcasm reaches Section 6662 (Accuracy-Related Penalty) levels of absurdity… Crime #1: Stephen Paddock – October 1, 2017 October 1 is the first day of the federal fiscal year. It’s the day the IRS’s books open. It’s a day of hope, new budgets, and fresh audit targets… Paddock chose this sacred day to open fire on a country music festival. You cannot make this up! It’s like he was saying, “Happy New Fiscal Year, America! Here’s your 60-day notice of deficiency… in life.” My sarcasm break — again and AGAIN; Imagine the performance review. “Stephen, your audit closure rate was excellent, but your ‘mass casualty event’ score could use improvement. Also, HR received a complaint about your 32nd-floor hotel room noise.” Crime #2: Brendan Banfield – February 24, 2023 February 24 falls smack in the middle of tax season. It’s the time when every IRS agent is drowning in W-2’s, 1099’s, and extension requests... It’s the time when normal people cry into their “TurboTax.” Brendan chose this day to stab his wife... Yet another sarcasm break: Can you blame him? Have you ever tried to audit a small business owner who claims their dog as a dependent while simultaneously fielding calls from a Brazilian au pair who wants to “discuss the future”? Tax season stress is real, folks! I’m not saying murder is the answer. I’m just saying… have you seen the penalty for late filing of “Form 3520?” It’s enough to make anyone homicidal… Hey… Come here so I can fuckin WHACK YOU just for the hell if filing some IRS forms… Homicide PLOT Part VI: “MY Comical Parallels” (Now Without Tables, Because Tables Are for Schedule D) Let’s compare our two favorite IRS alumni side by side in glorious bullet-point format. Stephen Paddock – The Mandalay Bay Auditor · Former IRS agent (retired). · Date of crime: October 1 – first day of fiscal year. · Weapon: 23 guns with bump stocks. · Target: 22,000 country music fans. · Accomplice: None (loner – didn’t even bring an au pair). · IRS form equivalent: Form 1040-ES (Estimated Tax for Mass Murder). · Likely excuse: “I was stressed about my 401(k) rollover.” · Current status: Deceased (self-inflicted, presumably to avoid an audit). Brendan Banfield – “The Suburban IRS AGENT Stabber” · Former IRS criminal investigator. · Date of crime: February 24 – mid-tax season. · Weapon: One knife, plus one Brazilian au pair, plus one confused stranger. · Target: One wife (plus collateral damage). · Accomplice: Juliana (Schedule H dependent, but make it sexy). · IRS form equivalent: Form 8275 (Disclosure of Inconsistent Position – as in, “My position on marriage has become inconsistent with my desire to live”). · Likely excuse: “She took the home office deduction incorrectly.” · Current status: Convicted, awaiting sentencing. Would you hire either of them? Only if you need an audit of the afterlife, or if you want a dependent exemption removed permanently. Homicide PLOT Part VII: “My Final Sarcastic Advice to AmeriKan Taxpayers” If you receive a letter from the IRS that begins: “Dear Taxpayer, after reviewing your return, we have determined that your spouse may be subject to a disallowance under Section 162 (Ordinary and Necessary Business Expenses)…” Run! AND FUCKIN RUN! Not because of the tax debt… Because the agent who signed that letter might be having a really bad tax season and his au pair just texted him a winky face… And remember: The IRS may not have a sense of humor, but you should. Because if you ever find yourself comparing your marriage to a Form 706, it’s time to call a divorce attorney, not a fetish website…. *STATELESS WARRIOR Disclaimer: This article is satire. The IRS does not actually train its employees to commit felonies. However, if you are an IRS agent reading this, please know that we see you. And we’re filing Form 211 (Application for Award for Original Information) if you so much as look at a knife. Meanwhile; Stay compliant, stay alive, and for the love of all that is holy, use a professional matchmaker, not a catfishing account! Moral of this true story? “Filing status error: You claimed ‘Agent of the Good’ but your Schedule C clearly shows ‘Agent of Evil.’ Please amend or face penalties.” Hey… “Did you file your taxes yet or are g-fag agent going to to be busting your fuckin door down — again and AGAIN?” Stateless WARRIOR ]]> Sat, 04 Apr 2026 23:01:05 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1132/irs-agent-kills-wife/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1131/blackhawk-down-pete-hegseth-clown/
BREAKING straight out of the Zagros Mountains foothills outside Shiraz, Iran MyVideoTime.com loosers because American ‘elite’ Blackhawk pilots apparently treat hostile enemy airspace like a casual VFR joyride with the windows down: Iranian POLICE just turned their U.S. Army UH-60 Blackhawk into a smoking scrap heap! Not the fancy IRGC rocket boys! Not Hezbollah fanatics with MANPADS. The literal traffic-cop-with-an-AK-and-a-clipboard division! The same clowns who usually ticket expired donkey carts just bagged themselves a multimillion-dollar American helo like it was a piñata at a regime birthday party — WHOA, totally MyVideoTime.com post worthy!!!! PRAYER RUG AND ABSURD RELIGIOUS BELIEFS YOU GET FRESH ASSED 72 VIRGINS POST MORTEM WHEN YOU REALLY GOTTUH STIFF DICK — OPTIONAL! SALAM ASS SLAM ARAB PUSSY BAM IT IS YOU SEX STARVED ARAB FUCKERS! Okay then, before yall start MASTURBATING READING this at Starbucks and pickin up criminal cases for LEWD CONDUCT, lemme get back to BLACKHAWK down story so cops don’t have to SEXUAL DEVIANT babysit worry… Leaked cockpit voice recorder (because OPSEC died with common sense somewhere over the Persian Gulf): American Pilot (callsign Hawk Six-Niner, trying to sound frosty but already sweating): ‘Roger, feet dry, nape-of-the-earth the whole way in, staying below the radar horizon, contour flying like it’s textbook NOE. LZ looks cold, we’re ghosting in low and slow, maintain visual meteorological conditions, no joy on threats.’ Then… American Co-pilot (some poor stick buddy fresh from flight school who thought this would be safer than drone ops): ‘Copy that, Six-Niner. Visual on the deck… wait—small arms fire, 2 o’clock low! It’s the fucking police? Technical with a DShK mounting up! They’re lighting us up with iron sights! Flares! Flares! Countermeasures hot! Chaff and flares away! Break right, break right!’ American Pilot: ‘Mayday, mayday, mayday! This is Hawk Six-Niner, hit by ground fire, engine one’s gone, torque’s dropping, rotor RPM decaying! We’re going down! Autorotating NOW — collective down, cyclic forward, flare at the bottom! Brace, brace, brace! This LZ is hotter than a camel’s taint in high summer! Tower, we’re autorotating into the goddamn Zagros foothills, coordinates grid papa kilo whatever-the-fuck, two souls on board, request immediate SAR but don’t tell the press it’s a Blackhawk crunch explosive decompression static background Iranian cops cheering ‘Allahu Akbar, free American helicopter for the scrap yard!’ while one yells ‘Ticket for low flying without permit!’ Pentagon presser two hours later (delivered by some fresh-faced DEI press secretary who mispronounces ‘autorotation’ like it’s a new yoga pose): ‘We are deeply concerned by this tragic incident involving what we believe was a routine training flight… that, through absolutely no fault of our flawless interagency planning, may have inadvertently strayed several hundred miles into Iranian airspace during a simple navigation exercise. Our thoughts and prayers…’ Real translation from Swamp-speak to AmreeCUNT MyVideoTime.com English: Another $40 million American assfucked taxpayer-funded bird just got turned into Iranian yard art because the American old geezer geniuses running the shit-show in D.C. sent highly trained rotorheads — retarded American guys who can do low-level autorotations with a dead engine while dodging wires and terrain in their sleep — into the meat grinder with one hand zip-tied behind their back. Rules of engagement written by Ivy League interns who think ‘kinetic options’ means scheduling another Zoom sensitivity training on ‘microaggressions in multi-ship formations.’ The same brain trust that spent trillions turning Afghanistan into a live TikTok surrender video now acts shocked that traffic cops with basic small arms can hose down a helo doing nape-of-the-earth when the pilots are ordered to treat it like a Sunday air taxi… This is peak g-fag American foreign policy in 2026 my cocksucking MyVideoTime.com folks — the most expensive American g-fag military machine ever built, commanded by American retarded people who treat real combat like an after-action review seminar on ‘resilience and learning opportunities.’ American clowns got admirals obsessing over inclusive flight suit designs and pronoun-compliant call signs while real pilots are out there screaming ‘No joy on friendlies, taking fire from police technicals!’ over the radios. Intelligence agencies that couldn’t even predict a paper bag blowing across the fuckin street and turn to MyVideoTime.com posts to learn what future holds, somehow missed that the Iranian cops upgraded from slingshots. American State Department’s already drafting the next ransom wire under ‘Humanitarian Assistance – Do Not Mention Blackhawk, Autorotation, or the Pilots We Fed to the Lion’s Den for Optics.’ Sanctions? They’ll ‘review’ them at the next 47-person AmeriCUNT interagency call, right after the land acknowledgment, the equity briefing, and the mandatory discussion on whether ‘mayday’ is triggering for certain communities. Meanwhile the Ayatollah is wiping his ass with Trump’s ‘strongly worded letters’ and broadcasting the crash site footage on state TV like it’s the halftime show… WHOA! Welcome to CHAOS baby, MyVideoTime.com style! Lemme cut the fuckin crap: Trump’s RETARDED administration couldn’t organize a competent kinetic response even if their Iranian enemy handed them a pre-approved script and unlimited JP-8! They send our best — American pilots who live by ‘fly the aircraft first, aviate, navigate, communicate’ — into denied airspace with ROE that basically say ‘if shot at, file a complaint and consider your privilege.’ They’ll burn billions on diversity quotas and climate impact studies for rotary-wing ops but god forbid we let the crew actually defend themselves with more than flares and harsh language American assfucked taxpayers foot the bill for another flaming wreck in the desert! Two more names quietly added to the wall while American families get the generic ‘thoughts and prayers’ PDF Pentagon got on loan from fuckin ADOBE — Acrobat Division! The rest of American watch the circus: an 18-month ‘investigation’ that concludes ‘mistakes were made, but accountability is problematic and rooted in systemic rotorphobia.’ The White House Clowns spin it as ‘a reminder of the need for dialogue’ while negotiating with the same regime whose proxies are still shooting at their assets elsewhere… This is what happens when career bureaucrats and never-served suits run the world’s premier fighting force: elite Blackhawk drivers doing contour flight and mask/unmask maneuvers get clapped by bazaar cops because someone in “Foggy Bottom” was scared of a bad CNN chyron saying ‘escalation bad.’ Peak clown world. Peak ‘we’re back.’ Peak ‘global leadership from the most expensively incompetent government on the planet.’ No thoughts and prayers to the actual families here so sorry not — just a performative D.C. version. The pilots got the dirt nap and closed-casket special after their final ‘brace brace brace.’ The rest Americanos get stuck with the bill, the humiliation reel I posted above, and the next genius plan that’ll probably involve “OnlyFans” influencers ( which is where Melania got her start in Politics on all fours…) piloting the follow-on mission for ‘content creation in Tehran.’ Stay frosty MyVideoTime.com cocksuckers, keep that rotor RPM up, and remember: in today’s military regardless of which country your stupid ass is aligned with, your real enemy might just be the ones signing off on YOUR mission brief back home and America — land of the fucked taxpayers, home of the $40 million piñata is a reminder of that fact.. And now I Stateless Warrior end my satire post with extra authentic American mother fucked Blackhawk flavor, nape-of-the-earth, NOE, autorotating, mayday x3, collective down, flares/chaff, no joy, feet dry, contour flying, torque dropping, rotor RPM, air taxi vibes gone wrong, and all the dark bureaucratic American g-fag and cunt roast you could have only been dreaming off! Even their GI slogans are absolutely pathetic; “Old soldiers never die, they just fade away..” Mine is; “Warriors never die, THEY BLAZE AWAY!” Stateless Warrior ]]> Sat, 04 Apr 2026 19:35:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1131/blackhawk-down-pete-hegseth-clown/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1129/nasa-artemis-space-fuckup/
Hello and welcome to latest NASA SPACE FUCKUP CALLED ARTEMIS II! Lemme do an “Artemis vs. Starship” assessment quickie cause NASA’s $93 Billion USA G-FAG Boondoggle and compare that to SpaceX’s Rapid-Fire Explosion-Fest – A Hyper-Cruel Comparison of American Space “Progress” — so strap in cause I am blasting the fuck OFF right here on MyVideoTime.com Let’s look at mother fucked NASA and I am going to be addressing them personally so not “THEY,” but “YOU” cause this is SOACE INVASION PERSONAL OF A NASA FUCKUP! YOU still limping along with your Artemis II crewed lunar flyby teetering on an April 2026 launch after endless helium flow failures, hydrogen leaks, heat shield charring disasters from Artemis I, and a mobile launcher that ballooned to over $1 billion before being quietly shelved! You’ve burned through $93 billion (through FY2025 alone, per your own Inspector General) on a program that’s now pushing a first crewed Moon landing out to 2028 or later, with architecture overhauls, canceled elements like Gateway in some proposals, and SLS/Orion costs running $4 billion per launch. That’s not exploration; that’s a cost-plus jobs program for legacy contractors who treat physics like a polite suggestion… Now compare that pathetic spectacle to SpaceX’s Starship – the stainless-steel behemoth that’s actually trying to make lunar landings (via the Human Landing System, or HLS) and eventual Mars missions happen through sheer iterative violence. Starship has racked up multiple test flights by early 2026, with mixed results: some booster catches via the “Mechazilla” tower arms, occasional successful suborbital profiles, but also upper-stage explosions, structural failures during ground cryo-proofing (like Booster 18), payload bay door issues, and a string of 2025 mishaps where Ships spun out, lost control, or detonated mid-flight. NASA’s own OIG report in March 2026 called out at least two years of delays on Starship HLS since selection in 2021, with in-space cryogenic propellant transfer still flagged as a “top risk” and “most significant technical challenge.” Yet even with those setbacks, Starship is iterating at a pace that makes Artemis look like it’s moving through congressional molasses…. Lemme right here on MyVideoTime.com brutally dissect the risks side-by-side, phase by phase, using real NASA-style lingo like “probabilistic risk assessment,” “failure modes and effects analysis,” “margin erosion,” “anomaly resolution,” and “heritage hardware limitations” – while highlighting how American Space g-fag NASA’s “conservative” calculations are optimistic fairy tales, and Starship’s are empirical bloodbaths in the name of rapid learning… Pre-Launch and Ground Operations: Leaks, Scrubs, and “Anomalies” Galore… LET’S DIG IN FUCKHEADS! Artemis/SLS-Orion: Your ground systems are a comedy of errors. Hydrogen leaks during wet dress rehearsals (recurring from Artemis I), helium pressurization blockages forcing rollbacks to the Vehicle Assembly Building, electrical harness issues on the flight termination system, and cold weather scrubs. Calculations for ullage pressure, valve torque specs, and cryogenic loading assumed Shuttle-era “heritage” would translate cleanly – it doesn’t. One mis-modeled thermal gradient or seal degradation, and you’re scrubbing again while the RS-25 engines (rebuilt Shuttle tech with a deadly history) sit idle. Risk: High – your Monte Carlo simulations for launch availability ignore real-world supply chain and workforce realities, leading to multi-year slips. Starship: SpaceX deals with cryo-proof testing failures (boosters structurally failing under pressure), Raptor engine issues, and pad infrastructure wear from rapid attempts. But they fix it by flying soon after – not rolling back for months. Boil-off during ground ops is managed through subcooling and quick turnaround. Risk: Medium-high on individual tests, but low programatically because failures are cheap and data-rich. No $4B-per-shot pressure; just iterate the hardware. Cruel edge: NASA, your “anomaly” is a national embarrassment that delays crewed flights by years. SpaceX blows up prototypes on the pad and launches the next one in weeks. Who’s the real idiot here? Ascent Phase: Max-Q, Structural Integrity, and “Unanticipated” Dynamics… Artemis: SLS Block 1 with its solid rocket boosters (Shuttle O-ring legacy) and core stage faces aeroelastic coupling, vibration harmonics, and max dynamic pressure loads. Your NASTRAN models claim “conservative margins,” but cold temps or joint issues could turn boosters into flaming debris (Challenger flashbacks). RS-25 cavitation or thrust oscillations? Not fully retired. Abort system (Launch Abort System) has its own parachute and sequencing risks. One micrometeoroid or hail strike during rollout (your MMOD models are outdated), and the stack is toast…. Starship: 33 Raptors on Super Heavy create 16.7 million lbf thrust – far beyond SLS – but early flights saw engine-out, stage separation issues, and structural stress leading to breakups. Recent tests improved booster catches, but V3 upgrades introduce new harmonics and control challenges. Risk: Very high during development (explosions visible from space), but SpaceX accepts it as “rapid unscheduled disassembly” for learning. No crew on test flights means they push harder.. Cruel comparison: Artemis risks killing astronauts on ascent with “heritage” hardware that’s already proven lethal. Starship risks exploding empty prototypes until the math (and telemetry) catches up. NASA prays to models; SpaceX flies until it doesn’t explode…. Orbital/Trans-Lunar Phases: Delta-V Budgets, Radiation, and Life Support Nightmares… Artemis (Orion + ESM): Trans-lunar injection is razor-thin on delta-V because of “cost optimization.” One underperforming thruster or bad ephemeris from the aging Deep Space Network, and you’re missing the Moon. Radiation models for galactic cosmic rays and solar particle events are “updated” but optimistic – a surprise flare during cruise could dose the crew heavily since Orion’s shielding was value-engineered. ECLSS (CO2 scrubbers, urine processors) tested for short durations; real human methane/sweat loads could clog systems fast. Hypercapnia or thermal control failure = bad day…. Starship HLS: Needs 10-20+ tanker flights for orbital refueling of 1,200+ tons methalox before TLI – never done at scale. Cryogenic propellant transfer in micro-g faces ullage management, stratification, cavitation, and massive boil-off (heat leaks through insulation). NASA OIG calls this the biggest hurdle; boil-off rates could require even more launches if depot loiter times stretch. Once refueled, long-duration loiter in lunar orbit risks more evaporation before Orion rendezvous. Radiation and ECLSS on a much larger vehicle are unproven for crewed deep space…. Cruel edge: Artemis has “proven” (sort of) hardware but paper-thin margins and endless delays. Starship’s refueling is uncharted territory – one bad docking, plasma interference, or thermal model error, and the whole stack is a stranded, boiling mess. But SpaceX is actually attempting the hard thing instead of recycling 1970’s tech…. Lunar Operations: Landing, Surface, and Ascent – Dust, Plumes, and Stranding.. Artemis (with Starship HLS): Powered descent guidance (Apollo heritage + updates) struggles with lunar regolith plume impingement – electrostatic charging and dust abrasion could tip the lander or sandblast sensors/suits. xEMU suits? Abrasion models from vacuum chambers underestimate real lunar simulant. Engine-out on ascent? Limited abort-to-orbit. Surface ops face thermal extremes (-173°C to 127°C) and regolith that destroys bearings in hours.. Starship-specific risks: Plume effects on unprepared terrain, Raptor relight after shadow soaks, propellant margins eroded by boil-off. One bad landing and the crew is doing unplanned lithobraking or waiting for a rescue that may never come. Comparison: Pure Artemis (SLS/Orion only) can’t even land – it relies on Starship for that. NASA’s “integrated” risk assessments low-ball these because Congress demands timelines. Starship accepts higher upfront risk for reusability payoff. Reentry, Recovery, and Overall Program Viability.. Artemis: Orion’s Avcoat heat shield already showed excessive charring; scaling to crewed velocities risks plasma intrusion. Parachute deployments and splashdown buoyancy calculations assume ideal conditions – one tangled riser or rogue wave, and it’s a submarine. Your probabilistic risk assessments claim 1-in-a-million odds, but history (Shuttle, multiple scrubs) says otherwise. Starship: Heat shield tiles, belly-flop reentry, and landing burns are still maturing – past flights had disintegration or missed targets. Future crewed versions need human-rating (launch abort? Reliability through redundancy?). But full reusability could slash costs to ~$10M–$100M per flight vs. SLS’s billions… I said BILLIONS! Big picture roast: Artemis is a slow-motion trainwreck of bureaucratic risk aversion: cost overruns, heritage hardware that fails in new ways, and “calculations” that prioritize paper margins over actual flight data. You’ve delayed so much that even Trump-era proposals floated phasing out SLS/Orion for commercial alternatives. Starship? It’s a high-risk, high-reward explosion machine – failures in 2025 (upper stage losses, ground tests) delayed milestones, but each one generates terabytes of telemetry for fixes. NASA watchdog reports highlight Starship’s refueling as “daunting” and potentially unachievable soon for 2028 landings, yet SpaceX flies more in a year than Artemis does in a decade… In NASA’s world, risk is mitigated by endless studies, cost-plus contracts, and blaming “unanticipated” physics. In SpaceX’s, risk is retired by lighting the candle repeatedly until the vehicle stops blowing up (or catches itself). Artemis makes America look like overfunded space idiots recycling 50-year-old dreams at 100x the inflation-adjusted Apollo cost. Starship makes us look like bold (sometimes reckless) innovators who treat failure as tuition. One is a participation trophy with better PowerPoint. The other is a steel tower of “move fast and explode things.” Both have plenty that can go wrong – solar flares, dust, boil-off, software glitches, human error. But only one is learning at lightspeed while the other begs for more taxpayer billions… Keep “calculating” those conservative margins, NASA. The universe isn’t impressed. SpaceX might overshoot and crater, but at least they’re aiming at actual progress instead of eternal delay. The cruel truth? Your Artemis “sustainable presence” is sustainable only in PowerPoint. Starship’s risks are real, visible, and fixable – yours are hidden behind classified spreadsheets and congressional hearings…. #KABOOM Stateless Warrior ]]> Fri, 03 Apr 2026 20:11:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1129/nasa-artemis-space-fuckup/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1128/f-15-pilot-clown-down/
An F-15E Strike Eagle — that glorious twin-tailed, heavy-hitting mud-mover from the 494th out of Lakenheath, built to haul iron, pickle off JDAMs, and flex on third-world IADS — got absolutely lit the fuck up over southwestern Iran like it cut off the IRGC in traffic! Both the driver (the poor bastard up front fighting to keep the jet shiny side up and pointy end forward) and the GIB/Wizzo (the long-suffering Guy In Back who just wanted to slave the TGP, drop bombs, and RTB for a cold beer) suddenly heard the RWR go full opera: “Spike! SAM launch! SAM! SAM! SAM!” — right before the jet ate a surprise buffet of Iranian surface-to-air missiles that your genius analysts had sworn were “largely destroyed,” “degraded to hell,” and “no longer a factor” in every single O-group brief. Even my advanced MyVideoTime.com TRACKING went DARK on my radar screen here! Largely destroyed my ass however… Tell that to the smoking wreckage now starring on Iranian state TV with “US Air Forces in Europe” still visible on the tail flash like a giant “fuck you” sticker! Augh fuck yeah MyVideoTime.com COCKSUCKERS! Tell it to the two ejection seats floating around like party favors in Iranian-Indian Country… Tell it to the PRC-112 survival radios that are probably the only lifeline keeping one of our boys alive while he’s low-crawling through wadis full of camel spiders, scorpions, and pure regret on half a canteen and whatever MRE crumbs he can scrounge… I wonder what his FUCKED ass had for lunch? One eagle rider already hit the jackpot — scooped up alive and kicking by CSAR teams doing the Lord’s actual work while desk warriors sat back in climate-controlled comfort updating THEIR PowerPoint deck titled “Air Superiority Achieved.” That lucky driver or Wizzo is RTB now, probably getting poked and prodded at a forward med station sipping bad coffee, rocking some minor boo-boos, and already rehearsing the war story that’ll buy free drinks for life… Good on him! At least one bruised American cry-baby aviator isn’t currently auditioning for the lead role in “Iranian Propaganda Presents: Humiliate the Infidel.” But what about the second poor fuckin bastard? Still MIA, deep behind enemy lines in the heart of “Death to America” billboard country, somewhere in goat-fucking terrain where the only friendlies are rocks and the occasional local who hasn’t sold him out for a bounty yet… Iranian state media is treating this like the world’s shittiest game show: “Hunt the Yankee Eagle Driver — win a camel, a prayer rug, a fat stack of rials — and eternal glory from the Supreme Leader! Call now, operators are standing by with AK’s, drones, and GoPros!” They’re out there beating the bushes while American missing pilot is hunkered in a wadi, staying frosty, trying not to go full ground pounder eating dirt and negotiating with camel spiders… To that missing American pilot — whether he’s the driver fighting to keep the jet from swapping ends or the Wizzo still clutching the scope — I Stateless Warrior will be compassionate for once so hang tough, air warrior cause if they catch you your balls are getting clipped! Keep that sierra hotel attitude locked and loaded to eleven… Don’t go full ground pounder negotiating with rocks and eating cheese spread for three days straight, you hear? Stay low, stay silent, keep the faith, and pray your battery holds out long enough for your “Pave Hawk CSAR birds or the HC-130J Combat King II” — doing ultra-low-level ingress to actually punch through without another 24-hour risk assessment holding them on the deck… Positive radar contact is supposedly “en route” — though knowing the current crop of geniuses, that means after another endless AAR, seventeen of your AmeriKKKan interagency coordination calls, and final approval from some O-6 who hasn’t seen the pointy end of a jet since the first Gulf War. And now the extended, no-mercy, endlessly savage roast reserved for you absolute SWINE G-FAGS clowns at the Pentagon — the same rocket scientists who stood up in front of the world and declared Iran’s IADS “largely neutralized,” “suppressed,” and “we own the skies.” The same brain trust that ran this entire op through the simulator where the SAM’s always miss politely, the weather is always CAVU, nobody ever rides the silk, and every sortie ends with “bombs gone, feet wet, RTB for beers.” The same desk-driving wizards whose situational awareness is so shit-hot it’s glowing in the dark — as in, “Shit. Hot.” Meaning you just turned a multimillion-dollar, combat-proven “Strike Eagle” into expensive scrap metal and gifted Tehran your two American aviators plus fresh wreckage footage for their next victory lap on state TV… As if your surrendering NAVY FAGS I pre-roll’d on MyVideoTime.com every x3 user clicks ain’t enuf of YOUR humiliation! How’s that air superiority tasting now — you pencil-pushing wonders? You green-lit this sortie with all the foresight of a brand-new butter bar on his very first checkride who still thinks the HUD is a video game! “Permissive environment,” you briefed. “We’ve degraded their capabilities significantly,” you assured your crews. “Low threat to our assets,” you promised right before two of your best heard the RWR scream, pulled the handles, and rode the silk into IRANIAN enemy territory… Famous last words, gentlemen… Truly outstanding command and control you’ve got going there in the five-sided asylum… Your opp’s tempo for turning gold-plated airpower into a shitshow is unmatched in modern military history! You’ve scheduled more after-action reviews than actual actionable strikes! You’ve generated more “PowerPoint” slides about “suppression of enemy air defenses” than actual suppressed defenses! You’ve got more caveats, more “on the one hand, on the other hand” bullshit, and more staff weenie meddling than any fighter squadron could possibly stomach? Meanwhile, your AmeriKan “E-3 Sentry AWACS” crews are probably sitting there with better real-time SA from two hundred miles away than whatever collection of flag officers and J-3 shop weenies signed off on this turd? Your “ KC-135” boom operators have sharper instincts than your entire planning cell! The maintainers who prepped that jet, signed the forms, and wished the crew a safe sortie probably had a better gut feeling this was a bad idea than any of you did. Hell, even the Iranian IRGC goons seemed to have better fused intel than whatever “all-source” picture you were staring at in the ops center while patting yourselves on the back! This isn’t just embarrassing — it’s criminal-grade, flag-draped, PowerPoint-fueled incompetence wrapped in bravado! You sent eagles screaming into Iranian airspace on a low-level ingress like it was a Sunday training hop over the Nellis range, forgetting that real SAM sites don’t always play nice when you fly predictable routes with your thumbs up your asses… Now we’ve got one of your American brothers safely back in friendly hands and another still playing the world’s most dangerous game of hide-and-seek while you scramble to update your slides for the next congressional briefing titled “Dominance Maintained.” Your USAF official tally after this Pentagon special: One rescued and already swapping war stories, one still MIA and auditioning for the lead role in “SERE School: Iran Edition.” Iran: “Thanks for the free F-15E parts, the ejection seat souvenir, the fresh propaganda footage, and the potential hostage video. Please come again soon — our air defenses are apparently still very much alive and kicking despite your brilliant briefings!” To the missing American aviator: If by some miracle you’re getting any signal on that survival radio — keep fighting, keep moving when safe, keep the faith, and remember your whole American squadron’s pulling for you from the safety of their Hitel Room... Hopefully, your cavalry is coming… Eventually? After they finish arguing about ROE, get clearance from six different three-letter American g-fag agencies, and decide the weather is finally “go” for the rescue package? To the American geniuses who planned, briefed, approved, and then denied this shitshow until the wreckage photos dropped: Next time you want to brief “low threat environment” or “air dominance achieved,” maybe try actually listening to your AmeriKan people who strap on the jet and fly the mission instead of whatever model your analysts ran on their fancy computers. Your grasp on reality is looser than your American wingman three diverts deep and out of bingo fuel! Your airpower doctrine looks real thin when the RWR starts singing and the SAMs start flying! And your ability to get American fighter pilots riding the silk into enemy territory for a slide-deck promotion bullet is truly unmatched… Get your collective heads out of your fourth-point-of-contact asses, Pentagon BITCHES! Or at the very least, stay the hell out of the cockpit, stop fucking with the mission planning, and let your AmeriKan professionals who actually fly and fight do what they do best without your brilliant meddling turning every sortie into an international incident and a “CSAR RODEO…” The bar is open, the stories are flowing, the roast is still cooking, and the sierra hotel shitshow is just getting warmed up but NOT TO WORRY, I Stateless Warrior will keep you up to DATE so don’t forget to bullshit rate as I spew idiot HATE as I go IRATE! And.. 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Guess my actual “IQ..” But wait… Didn’t say I hope my American enemies find and rescue their downed pilot g-fag? Augh, I’m jus’ kidding… Actually.. These sorry ass bitch mother fuckers deployed a Latino agent stalker to pose as a real estate investor so, here is what American stalker agent g-fags and cunts get in return… “THE FIRST EVER MANUAL ON HOW TO DOWN AMERICAN FILTHY ENEMY FIGHTER JETS ON BATTLEFIELD! Read it here; https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1130/how-to-shoot-down-f-35-fighter-jet/ *Share it with Iranians fighting American stalker bomber and Israeli bastards so they can shoot down their fifth generation fighter jets again and again! Stateless Warrior *Stateless Warrior is NOT affiliated with any government so this post is unofficial, unpaid, and completely public! #StrikeEagleDown #CSARDrama #PentagonPlanningMasterclass #REMFHallOfFame #BingoFuelAndBadDecisions #RWRscreaming #RidingTheSilk #SierraHotelShitShow #DriverAndGIB #NotTodayIranButThanksToTheBrassMaybeTomorrow #F15E #IndianCountryHideAndSeek” ]]> Fri, 03 Apr 2026 16:26:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1128/f-15-pilot-clown-down/