Weekend at Donnie’s: The Undead Spectacle of Trump’s Shadow Presidency
By Janet Kira Lessin & Minerva AI
www.elephantsinourrooms.com
When Liz Cheney described Donald Trump as someone who “slurs through speeches like he’s gargling grave dirt,” it wasn’t just deliciously acerbic — it was heartbreakingly accurate. And it taps into a broader, deeper sense of dread spreading across the American political landscape: what we’re witnessing isn’t just incompetence or corruption, but something more disturbing — a grotesque theater of the absurd. During this puppet presidency, the marionette strings are controlled by one of the darkest figures in recent American history: Stephen Miller.
A viral commentary by Joseph Allman took this notion to its literary conclusion, dubbing the current administration a political remake of Weekend at Bernie’s. In this metaphor, Trump is no longer a leader — he is a hollowed-out husk wheeled onto stages, wheezing out garbled soundbites with the glazed eyes of a man long disconnected from reality. The smears of bronzer and stumbles through the Declaration of Independence are not harmless quirks — they’re symptoms of a calcifying decay, both mental and moral.
And the ghoul behind the curtain? Stephen Miller — speechwriter, immigration czar, chaos architect — who Allman calls “America’s most punchable necromancer.”
In this dystopian political pantomime, Trump is merely the vessel — lacquered in ego and fried food — while Miller is the true animating force, whispering fever dreams into his ear. The border raids. The camps. The apocalyptic rhetoric about “vermin” and “poisoning our blood.” These are not Trump’s original thoughts. They are Miller’s script, printed in ink darkened by centuries of xenophobic ideology and white supremacy.
This isn’t governance — it’s possession.
Miller doesn’t want a strong leader. He wants a corpse—a compliant, confused, camera-ready avatar for his fascist designs. Trump, riddled with grievances and increasingly incoherent, is the perfect channel. He doesn’t question. He performs.
Every time Trump fumbles through a rally, mumbles half-remembered slogans, or tweets from his digital tomb on Truth Social, the real signal lies underneath — in the gleam of Miller’s eyes, behind the curtain.
If Cheney’s grave-dirt metaphor offered poetry, Allman’s “Weekend at Donnie’s” vision delivers chilling realism: We are being ruled by ventriloquism, not vision. Behind the dummy sits a man whose fantasies include mass deportations, dismantling the 14th Amendment, and reshaping America into something unrecognizable.
This is no longer just about Trump. It’s about the forces using him. And unless we recognize the necromancers behind the throne, we’ll keep getting distracted by the grotesque dance, never noticing who’s conducting the music.
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Doesn’t Miller look a bit like Roy Cohn?
Yes — uncannily so. Stephen Miller and Roy Cohn share more than ideology; their physical resemblance is striking enough to make the comparison feel mythic, as if a ghost passed the torch.
Both are pale, sharp-featured men with a calculating glint behind the eyes, often captured in photographs with smirks that don’t quite reach the soul. Their gaunt faces, tight expressions, and severe mannerisms conjure the image of courtroom vampires — drained of empathy, yet somehow still hungering for power.
But the resemblance runs deeper: Roy Cohn was Trump’s original mentor in the dark arts of political warfare — ruthless, remorseless, and master of the smear. Stephen Miller feels like Cohn’s ideological resurrection — not just in beliefs, but in presence. If Cohn was the devil on young Trump’s shoulder, whispering, “Never apologize. Always attack,” then Miller is that same devil reincarnated, now speaking directly into a puppet’s ear.
Miller may not be blood kin, but he’s spiritual kin. Same pallor. Same venom. Same eerie ability to shape a host’s worldview while remaining outside the spotlight. In many ways, it’s as if Trump never lost Roy Cohn — he just summoned a younger version from the crypt.
From Facebook:
I totally agree with Liz Cheney’s characterizations of both Trump and Miller.
She definitely has a way with words that warms my heart, saying Trump “slurs through speeches like he’s gargling grave dirt”. LOL
Liz Cheney/Adam Kinzinger Against Trump
Joseph Allman · May 2 at 8:49 AM ·
I am going to go totally off brand and offer a theory that absolves Trump of the current state of America under his administration. I think we have a Weekend at Bernie’s situation going on in the White House. That interview with ABC was damning.
Donald Trump isn’t running the country. He’s being wheeled around like a bloated prop, a sagging orange husk made to dance on command like an undead circus bear for what’s left of the base — part nostalgia act, part cult relic, all rot.
What we’re seeing isn’t leadership. It’s a reanimation ritual and the pale, serpentine ghoul casting the spell is none other than Stephen “Gargamel” Miller, America’s most punchable necromancer.
Trump slurs through speeches like he’s gargling grave dirt. He babbles about the Declaration of Independence being a unifying love letter, cant’t explain the Monroe Doctrine beyond “it was a doctrine that came from Monroe”, and insists a clearly photoshopped image of Abrego Garcia’s hands with MS-13 in Times New Roman font is a smoking gun worthy of ending due process. The man is gone. The lights have gone out. There’s nothing left behind his haunted eyes save Adderall fumes and Hannity reruns.
And yet, he lumbers on, taxidermied circus bear that he is, lacquered in orange bronzer and stuffed with Big Mac grease. His only purpose is to waltz for the crowd while his ghoulish wizard adviser yanks his rigor mortised tendons to animate him from backstage. Miller doesn’t care that the old man is mentally decomposing. That’s the point. A confused and vacant figurehead is easier to manipulate into signing off on whatever racist, Nazi-esque blueprint the American Goebbels is perpetrating.
This is Miller’s wet dream.
He’s not advising Trump — he’s possessing him. Every lie that Trump croaks, every grotesque culture war stunt, every fascistic fever dream about rounding up immigrants or dismantling our rights — it’s Miller’s handwriting etched on the inside of Trump’s skull.
Stephen Miller doesn’t need a sharp mind to question his blueprint for carrying out his holocaust on brown people. He needs a pliable corpse with the official authority he lacks as a petty, sneaky, ill-intentioned bureaucrat. Trump is the perfect meat puppet. He’s too dim, too desperate, and too embalmed in grievance to question the dark script Stephen Miller is reciting. He’ll jerk and twitch, croaking the same refrains of “Beautiful Tarrifs” and “Biden, Biden, Biden” on command while the real monster whispers through the cracks.
That ABC interview proved this is no longer an administration. It’s Weekend at Donnie’s with Stephen Miller cackling from the shadows, narrowing his beady little eyes on what’s left of our civil rights.
