There’s a venerable saying that politics makes strange bedfellows. That’s certainly true of the newly minted alliance between former leftist Tulsi Gabbard and the Insult Comedian. And that is why Tulsi Gabbard is malaka of the week.

Where do I begin with the malakatude of this sanctimonious opportunist?

She’s gone from being a pacifist leftist to a MAGA isolationist.

She’s gone from being a Bernie Sanders stan to a Trump supporter. Bernie is a proud democratic socialist, Trump is a red baiter whose absurd new nickname for his opponent is Comrade Kamala. Someone should ask the Insult Comedian if she’s a Trotskyite, Maoist, or Stalinist. He might learn something. He can always ask Steve Bannon to explain the big words.

Gabbard’s gone from being vice chair of the Democratic party to co-chair of the Trump transition in tandem with two-time malaka of the week, Bobby Junior. Just imagine a meeting run by those two. I’d only attend if reassured that neither whale juice nor bear blood was involved. Even then I’d play hooky rather than listen to two renegade lefties rationalize moving to the far right.

Gabbard’s gone from calling the Kaiser of Chaos unfit and corrupt to claiming that he respects the military and would be a great commander in chief. Generals Mattis, Kelly, and Milley beg to differ.

Gabbard learned to speak wingnut even before joining Team Trump. Here’s what she said when she departed the Democratic party:

“I can no longer remain in today’s Democratic party that is under the complete control of an elitist cabal of warmongers who are driven by cowardly wokeness, who divide us by racializing every issue and stoking anti-white racism.”

Warmongers? That’s rich coming from a Putin apologist. I was under the impression that Putin was a warmonger, not Joe Biden. For the first time in 23 years, we’re not involved in a shooting war. That’s warmongering?

Cowardly wokeness? WTF does that even mean. Word salad like that gives me indigestion.

More recently, Gabbard accompanied the Insult Comedian on his deeply offensive jaunt to Arlington National Cemetery. She has stridently defended Team Trump with a word salad of lies:

I checked with the campaign on this question and they have exchanges with the officials at Arlington Cemetery. They were approved to bring a camera there to document this historic and momentous day that should not be forgotten by any American and to have a former president there and joining these gold star families.”

That is, of course, a bald-faced lie or is that a bold-faced lie? In either case, a lie is a lie is a lie. The army issued a rare rebuke to Team Trump over this incident. The identity of the MAGA goon who assaulted the cemetery employee remains a mystery. That’s irksome since it happened 9 days ago. Where is the legacy media in all this? They’re too busy with both sides horse race coverage. The media malakatude, it burns.

The journey from far left to far right is not an unusual one in American history. During the Cold War former Communists like Whitaker Chambers and Sidney Hook became McCarthyites. In the 21st Century, Glenn Greewald and Matt Taibi have gone from strident leftists to Trump apologists. They claim some independence from the Trump cult but if nothing else, they’re MAGA fellow travelers.

Gabbard’s 2020 bid for the Democratic presidential nomination flopped. Then she endorsed Biden, now she’s joined the people who brought us the Dipshit Insurrection and the BIG LIE.

In my research, I stumbled into a post at a Hawaiian news web site, Honolulu Civil Beat. The author, Denby Fawcett, used the local lingo to take down Gabbard in a post with a nifty title, I No Like Talk Stink About Tulsi Gabbard.

The post title is written in Pidgin, which is also known as Hawaii Creole English. The author tries not to talk stink about Gabbard but finds it impossible not to do so in the wake of the Trump endorsement. I am under no compunction to pull my punches: the MAGA stink never goes away and will stick to Gabbard for the rest of her life. And that is why Tulsi Gabbard is malaka of the week.

Speaking of stink, the last word goes to Frank Zappa: