To be honest, I had never heard of “LOSERS” Magazine until I happened on a copy at Havana Sandwich Queen at 48th & Park.
El Monstruo: Watching a psychopathic liar rant that all his sexual assault victims are fictional, is not just attempted gaslighting; it’s insanity on parade.
But perhaps the most exotic conspiracy theory portrays The Donald as Secret ISIS Agent Trump, whose pogrom against Muslims will have the effect of driving recruitment for Daesh/ISIL/ISIS to unprecedented levels. Of course, this doesn’t have to be a conscious betrayal, just the inevitable karmic repercussion of The Law of Unintended Consequences of Infinite Dickitude.
In Mary Shelley’s classic sci-fi horror novel, Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus (1818), her protagonist, the brilliant Dr. Viktor Frankenstein, allows his hubris to get the better of him by assuming the powers of the Creator. His monstrous faux human creation, without name or number in the original—let’s call him “Donald” for now– refers to himself initially as “the Adam of …
The sound check at the Losers Kid’s table got rowdy; a lot of bird flipping, and considerable abuse of little Ricky Santorum.
I can only believe a bonafide tea-billy did the copy work here, what with half a dozen ugly typos on the back label alone.